Fake Bankruptcy: The Pampered Wifey of an Imperious President

On the stairs, Yan Ci lost his footing and staggered back against the rail. If he hadn't held onto the rail rapidly, he would have already toppled over the staircase. "Wow! It's really Yan Ci." Someone in the crowd yelled, breaking the weird and silent atmosphere. Everybody turned back and looked at the man on the stairs in a black shirt. He just stood still there, with an air of natural superiority, forcing everyone to make way for him involuntarily. "Are you alright?" The woman beside Yan Ci asked with concern. She wore a suit of white custom clothes with outstanding temperament.

She was good-looking and her slanted eyes was extremely astute, just like a sharp knife when she looked at Shu Yin. If it were not for the message beep, Shu Yin believed the woman would kill her with her piercing gaze. She greeted Yan Ci as well as warning Shu Yin with a glance before leaving Shu Yin gave a contemptuous snort, jumped from the stage and stood in front of Yan Ci. "Yo, you've found the sugar mama?" "You're drunk." Yan Ci's brooding eyes were so dark that they were just like thick ink in the lustrous and dazzling surroundings. "You have absolutely no idea how much more I can drink!" Shu Yin looked Yan Ci straight in the eye without flinching and started to show him that she could still walk steadily. However, her left foot stepped on the right one before she could take two paces forward. Then she happened to fall into Yan Ci's arms in disarray, like an octopus. This octopus was already dead drunk, and she had even forgotten who herself was. But what she still kept in memory was that Yan Ci would certainly never reach out to catch her because he regarded her as the bacterium. How could he be so kind to hold her in his arms? Therefore, she naturally took the man who caught her for Qi Zhenzhen who was standing right next to her. "Zhenzhen, you are really something. When did you get the perfect pecs? They are quite sturdy." She leaned against the strong chest, raising her head slowly. Eventually she met Yan Ci's gaze. He grabbed her collar and pulled her back about half a meter expressionlessly. "I heard that someone is making a block booking to celebrate my bankruptcy universally?" "Are you grateful?" Shu Yin curled her lip, smiling, her eyes full of laughter. "Alas, you look so poor, so I wanted to support you. But now..." Shu Yin looked at that woman who was just leaving. Just as Qi Zhenzhen said, she held a key of Lykan Hypersport car in her hand indeed. It was said that only a headlight of Lykan Hypersport was worth a Rolls-Royce. Before going bankrupt, Yan Ci had kept a very low profile. The cars he had driven were all sumptuous, showing his cultivated image. She didn't expect him to become so high-flown after bankruptcy. Did he like rich women like this? Shu Yin uttered a snorting laugh. "This sugar mama is so wealthy. Has the price been settled?" "Not yet." Yan Ci raised his bushy eyebrow. "What's up? Are you interested?" "A little bit." Shu Yin tugged his collar and dragged him to her side. She bent over and whispered in his ear. "How much does it cost to sleep with you for one night? Is one million enough?" With overwhelmingly noble temperament, Yan Ci had an air of arrogance and aloofness when he was in silence. It seemed the temperature in the whole bar had dropped considerably because of him. Even the most tolerant person could not stand Shu Yin's insult, let alone Yan Ci, who was so aloof and arrogant. As a result, everyone thought Mr. Yan would lose his temper this moment and recoiled automatically so as not to be caught in the crossfire. However, to their surprise, Mr. Yan put that Centurion Card into his pocket calmly. A man, who used to despise feasts that cost less than 10 million, now even sold himself at a low price of only one million. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine that! After witnessing what had happened, Qi Zhenzhen was the first to screw up his courage. "I...I can raise you another one million."