Xu Yun had heard everything Jian Shiwai said last night.
It didn't matter to him whether she was just putting on an act, using her drunken state as an excuse to say what was on her mind, or if those were her true, unfiltered thoughts.
Because he had finally realized something, too.
It turned out that once his bank balance exceeded ten billion, he became a prime target in many people's eyes—stared at, coveted, as if the money were theirs.
'Then again, it makes sense. With personal savings of, say, a hundred million, I wouldn't be anything special in a crowd.'
'Maybe a billion would make me stand out a bit, earn me some attention.'
'But once I hit ten billion in cash savings, I'm probably considered exceedingly rare, even in a country as big as ours.'
'That must be a lot of pressure for Jian Shiwai.'
'She lacks confidence in herself, and in me, too.'
Xu Yun didn't see himself as the kind of heartless guy who'd sleep with a woman and then cast her aside.
