Xiao Ming sighed helplessly, "Since you've set yourself up as a fairy, don't blindly play with witchcraft—that's what Zhou Qingyuan would do.
Fairies should be above the common fray, poised and aloof, understand?
What kind of decorum is it for a young lady to be sitting on a man's stomach? Get off!"
Yun Shi Yu puffed her cheeks, obediently sat back on the couch, and punched him, "Stop the nonsense and get to the point."
Xiao Ming shook his head, "The answer is simple. Put yourself in Shen Siqi's shoes.
After embezzling fifty million, not only would you lose your inheritance rights, but you might also end up in prison. Then suddenly, you get good news about making big money.
Would you use it to come clean to your father, gambling on the fifty percent chance of being forgiven? Or would you find another partner to secretly make money and cover the shortfall unnoticed?"