Ji Yao was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to outright ask her to be his lover, then quickly realized it was probably a joke.
Rolling her eyes at Qi Huai'an, Ji Yao said with no good humor, "That'll cost you extra, how much are you willing to spend to keep me?"
Once Qi Huai'an heard there was a chance, a flash of light passed through his eyes.
"Two million a month?"
Two million a month—to someone else, that might have sounded like a dream come true, but who was Ji Yao? She was a woman who wouldn't bat an eye at ten million, not to mention in his view, Qi Huai'an was just going along with the joke.
"Are you getting ahead of yourself? Two million a month, is that enough to keep me?" Ji Yao huffed, not taking Qi Huai'an's words to heart.
Qi Huai'an thought for a moment, then made a new offer.
"How about thirty million for three months? That's forty million a year." For Qi Huai'an, this truly was as much as he could offer from his current finances.