She walked to the tea table again, picked up a blue and white porcelain cup, looked at it, and sneered:

"After all this time, you've only used fake goods to show off your products!"

"It's a very good imitation, but the glaze is too new. It's obviously a fake."

I couldn't help but laugh:

"Vivian has good eyesight."

This is the only fake set in my house.

Vivian thought I was mocking her, and her eyes became even colder:

"Alexander, I don't have time to play word games with you! You must pay back the 500,000 today and sign these agreements, otherwise our engagement will be void."

"When the time comes, your dream of becoming a rich man is shattered, don't regret it!"

"Also, your parents don't have any pension, so I won't take care of their retirement..."

Before she finished speaking, the bodyguard behind her suddenly whispered:

"Vivian, does this look like the top lot from Christensen's auction a few days ago?"

Vivian was stunned, and turned her head to look at the porcelain bottle along her hand.

It was a plum vase from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty. My dad saw that I liked it, so he took a picture of it and gave it to me to play with.

Vivian stared at it for a few seconds, her expression changing several times, and finally she sneered:

"Alexander, you are really good at picking out fakes. You even dare to imitate the popular models that have just been sold at the auction?"

Looking at this woman who is three years older than me, I can't help but feel fortunate that I haven't reached the legal age yet, otherwise according to the agreement made by our elders, I would be her husband now.

If such a scheming woman who appears generous but is actually stingy and has poor taste were to become my wife, it would be a stain on my life.

I sighed and ordered them to leave:

"Vivian, I don't blame you for being blind, but if you insist on embarrassing yourself in front of me, I won't keep you company."

Her face darkened:

"What do you mean? Do you really think I must have you?"

"Let me tell you, what I despise most is money-diggers like you who make money by selling your body!"

"Your reputation is ruined now. You can't find another husband except marrying me! If it weren't for the friendship of the older generation, I wouldn't waste my time talking nonsense with you!"

I was too lazy to explain, so I just picked up the plum vase and turned it over to the bottom in front of her: