“Ms. Zhang, I haven’t seen you for a long time. I ran to the flower field and picked these flowers for you. Each one is the same size and the numbers of the petals are also the same. I’ve been waiting here for a long time and finally got you. Ms. Zhang, I have 80 million yuan. If you marry me, I will give it all to you...”

In the past, 80 million was simply an astronomical figure for Zhang Yurong.

If a rich man who had so much money asked her to marry him ...