Many people in this world act for very strange reasons.
When they heard Fujiwara Ize’s reason, Mo Ran and her team didn’t feel suspicious. They simply marveled inwardly that wealthy people indeed liked to burn money.
"Then why did Mr. Yuan choose our company to invest in?" Mo Ran asked again.
"I just happened to see it. Don’t worry, I have no ulterior motive in investing in a dance class, and I’m not a swindler. I simply want to do something good."
Is there really such a good thing in the world? Could this be considered incredibly good luck for them?
Mo Ran exchanged a glance with Mo Yan, who turned and asked with a smile, "May I know how long Mr. Yuan plans to stay in W City?"
"Not too long, about half a year."
Half a year, by that time everything should be on the right track, and even if he had to leave, they believed they could handle it on their own.
Knowing they were still suspicious of him, Fujiwara Ize smiled faintly, "What’s there to hesitate about? Isn’t this the kind of opportunity one would beg for? If you don’t trust me, there’s nothing I can do. Of course, I could start my own dance class without needing to cooperate with anyone else. Let’s leave it there for today; I’ll take my leave." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novęlfire.net
He rose to leave, thinking that surely they wouldn’t want to miss such a great partnership opportunity.
"Mr. Yuan, please wait a moment." As expected, he had only taken two steps when Mo Ran stopped him.
Fujiwara Ize turned around, his lips still curled in a faint smile, exuding the patience of a saint.
Mo Ran walked up to him and smiled, "I’m sorry for suspecting you earlier; it’s quite understandable. Mr. Yuan, I trust you. Let’s work together."
She extended a hand to him.
Fujiwara Ize glanced at her hand but didn’t immediately take it.
"Why do you trust me?"
"Intuition. My intuition tells me that you won’t deceive us and that you really want to cooperate with us."
He couldn’t help but laugh, "Do all women trust their intuition? Intuition isn’t always accurate; maybe I am scheming something."
Mo Ran hesitated briefly but still extended her hand firmly, "I have nothing, I don’t know what Mr. Yuan could possibly scheme from me."
He was interested in her and wanted to conquer her heart. In this world, she was the first person who had piqued his interest to such an extent that he couldn’t let her go.
"Alright, I hope we have a pleasant cooperation." Fujiwara Ize took her hand.
His palm was cold, and Mo Ran felt a surge of surprise in the back of her mind.