111 Can I Eat Your Tofu? (1/2)

Mo Wen stuck both of his hands in his pocket. He appeared calm and at ease as he walked over to the stunning Lamborghini convertible sports car.

Gu Jingman leisurely leaned against the back of the seat, wearing a pair of black sunglasses. She had a thin, long cigar in her hand, and the smoke was spiraling upwards. Her slender fingers had rose-imprinted nail polish on them, and a cool, unruly look was plastered on her mouth. Her frivolous appearance was full of the style of the nouveau riche.

”Get in,” Gu Jingman stroked her sharp chin and said to Mo Wen.

”What is it? I'm a busy man.”

Mo Wen's mouth curled upwards. He opened the door as he got into the passenger seat.

”Aiyo, I've come to send the money over. You're busy? If you are busy I'll just send it over some other day then.”

With the flick of Gu Jingman's slender finger, the cigar drew an arc in the air and accurately landed in the dustbin.

She tilted her head and looked at Mo Wen teasingly. With a blow, a stream of smoke covered Mo Wen's face.

”It's not good for women to smoke,” Mo Wen said as he raised his brows. He only smiled in response to Gu Jingman's provocation.

”You men can smoke but we women can't. What logic is that?”

Gu Jingman shot a glance at Mo Wen, uncaringly. Although she was a woman, she had never felt inferior to a man.

Mo Wen was lazy to reason things out with Gu Jingman, so he gave her a side-glance and stretched out his hand in front of her.

”What are you doing?” Gu Jingman asked.

”Hand over the money. What are you dawdling around for?” Mo Wen rolled his eyes at Gu Jingman.

Gu Jingman let out a light sigh.

”I'm not handing it over.”

”What did you say? Why do you not live honestly?”

Mo Wen was at a loss for words. He thought Gu Jingman had put in a lot of effort into sending the money over.

”Brother, why would I not keep my word? But you have to help me with a favor first before I hand the money over.”

Gu Jingman's eyes squinted as she laughed, and the sound was beyond charming.

Mo Wen's lips curled up into the smile, as he had predicted such a scene beforehand.

”Indeed, one does not visit a temple without a cause. I say, sister, they are separate issues altogether. Give me the money first. Then we will talk about the other things.”

”Do such clear boundaries have to be drawn between the two of us?”

Gu Jingman looked at Mo Wen from the side of her eyes charmingly, the charm so great that it could move a person.

”I like to deal with things openly. It is not impossible for me to do you a favor. However, just like old times, we have to first agree on the terms,” Mo Wen said while smiling. He did not care about Gu Jingman cozying up to him.

”Hmph, you don't even have a bit of humor. I'm very worried about whether a blockhead like you could find a girlfriend.”

Gu Jingman shot an offended look at Mo Wen and retrieved a gold card from her bag before throwing it at Mo Wen.

”There is a hundred million stored inside. The pin is six sixes. You can transfer it to your own account.”

In the face of the miserable Mo Wen, Gu Jingman herself had no other choice but to give up.

”You are, indeed, trustworthy.”

Mo Wen smiled and stuffed the gold card into his pocket.

Gu Jingman's expression became serious suddenly.

”Brother, I really have something I need your help with today.”

Her pupils were fixed onto Mo Wen's eyes as she asked, ”Are you helping me?”