Ye Chenfeng rubbed his head, incredulously saying, "Miss Han, all of this has caught me off guard. I didn't know you've been watching me for a while."
Han Zhushang deliberately leaned closer to Ye Chenfeng, smiled, and said, "Little husband, you finally know. Since that parting in Macau, I've been keeping an eye on you. Deciding to marry you wasn't a rash decision. I've been observing you for a long time."
Ye Chenfeng felt a headache; it seemed Han Zhushang had done thorough homework on him.
Although he believed he had enough charm, Ye Chenfeng didn't think he could win over a "richest woman" type of mature lady just by meeting once.
Therefore, Ye Chenfeng thought Han Zhushang definitely had other motives for wanting to marry him.
"Little husband, are you afraid of marriage? Is it Chu Qingxue that gives you this fear? Don't worry, I'm not marrying you just as a piece of paper but as two marriage certificates," Han Zhushang said.
