Marry me.

“Marry me?” Siyun blocked the stairwell, a faint smile playing at the corners of her eyes.

Jihanxiao lightly touched his brow as he looked at the woman before him, dressed in an elegant cheongsam. Despite her poised, refined, and ethereal appearance, there was a worldly, knowing gleam in her eyes.

“I’ve reviewed your profile: you’re a graduate student nearing completion of your studies, with several projects under your belt that have achieved some success. But your new project is facing slow financing; you’ve been lobbying various business groups for investment. If you agree to marry me, I’ll invest ten million yuan. How about it?” Siyun spoke matter-of-factly.

Jihanxiao studied her with tightly pressed lips.

“You’re older than me.”

Siyun nearly lost her composure at that.

“Isn’t there a saying—‘an older woman embraces a golden brick’? Besides, only an older sister would cherish someone.” She smiled without blushing but her palms were sweaty. She shouldn’t have trusted Qin Yin’s suggestion to marry her younger brother. And now, this brother actually thought she was too old.

Siyun glanced at her reflection in the glass. She looked well-maintained—barely different from a fresh university graduate.

“Why are you looking for me?”

The sudden twist stirred a spark of interest in Siyun’s heart, which had been ready to back down.

“Because you... seem capable and skilled, does that count?”

Jihanxiao furrowed his brow more deeply.

“As far as I know, Miss Si, you have a fiancé you’re seeing.”

“Who? Me?” Siyun was momentarily flustered but quickly laughed mockingly, a hint of disdain in her eyes.

“You’re mistaken. The Si family’s betrothed daughter is the newly returned true heiress, not me.” She explained but immediately regretted sharing so much with a stranger she’d just met.

“Consider marrying me or not. If you agree, the ten million is yours. The marriage will last two years. After divorce, you keep the ten million, and I’ll give you additional compensation. You won’t lose out. Even divorced, you’ll be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight—your best years still ahead.” Siyun made one last persuasive attempt; if he still refused, there were plenty of younger brothers willing to take the deal.

Seeing his silence, her smile faded and she exhaled quietly, turning to open the emergency exit. Suddenly, her arm was grabbed, and she stumbled into her brother’s strong chest.

That feel—that sturdy chest—definitely substantial! She had known he wasn’t an ordinary IT guy. The first time she noticed him in a white shirt at the podium, she sensed that beneath that youthful exterior was substance.

Siyun curled her lips, eyes sultry as she looked up at him.

“So enthusiastic, little brother?”

“You’ve misunderstood. I have a shopping agent since I was three. I’m just showing you how young people interact nowadays. Is this okay?” Jihanxiao bit her earlobe with deadpan seriousness.

Siyun’s ears flushed crimson, spreading down her neck. Her eyes widened in disbelief—she had found quite the extraordinary man to marryI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.