Kicked out of a wealthy family? I became a rich and beautiful woman thanks to the system.

And beautiful love.

Wen Yao wanted to hit him on the head with a hammer.

"Marriage is not out of the question, but my friend's identity is not simple. He will inherit the family fortune in the future. If he stays in Ubon, he will have nothing."

Wen Yao had no choice but to fabricate a lie.

Although Song Zhen is the heir of the Song family, in the eyes of the Ubang people, family property is inherited by males.

Upon hearing the word "family property," Karan's lips involuntarily curled upwards.

“My daughter can come back to China with you, but she’ll have to wait until after the wedding. Miss Wen, why don’t you stay and have a drink at the wedding?”

Wen Yao felt a chill in her heart. Could it be that she really had to leave Song Zhiqian here?

"The wedding must be held in the Dragon Kingdom, and your daughter will be a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom from now on."

In our Dragon Kingdom, wedding customs involve an eight-bearer sedan chair and a four-horse carriage.

Wen Yao thought she should first try to calm Karan down.

Judging from this, Karan won't release people easily.

Karan suddenly burst into laughter twice.

"I really enjoy talking to you Chinese people. No wonder you can make so much money. By the way, I heard you want to buy the Black Gold Desert?"

Seeing that Wen Yao had agreed, Karan then brought up the matter of the desert.

"Yes, how do you plan to sell it?"

"Oh, it's just a desert. If Miss Wen likes it, I'm certainly willing to do her a favor."

Seeing how readily Karan agreed, Wen Yao immediately felt relieved.

"10 WY smoke grenades and 1 fog goggles."

Before Wen Yao could even enjoy her happiness for two minutes, Karan made her own request.

Wen Yao: MMP

One hundred thousand smoke bombs!

It seems that Karan really knows their group.

Wen Yao really wanted to give him the defective product.

"I'm afraid my factory won't be able to produce 100,000 of them."

Wen Yao still needs to provide smoke bombs to the Star Moon Society; she doesn't have that many to give them.

“It’s okay, as long as the contract is signed, I can wait, but at most six months.”

Six months shouldn't be a big problem.

Wen Yao took a picture of the document and sent it to Tang Zhen, who carefully looked at it for an hour.

“Miss, there’s nothing wrong with this document.”

Wen Yao picked up a pen and signed her name on it.

Upon seeing the document, Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief; she had finally obtained the black gold.

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully captured the Black Gold Desert. Mission reward: One fighter jet, which is now parked in the Black Gold Desert.]

Wen Yao frowned suspiciously.

"Will a fighter jet parked in the desert really go unseen?"

[Dear host, this system will not malfunction. The fighter jet will appear where no one can see it, and this system guarantees that you will be the first person to spot it.]

This means that no one will discover the fighter jet until Wen Yao sees it.

If possible, why not fly the fighter jet back to the island?

Wen Yao opened her phone and glanced at the map.

The stretch of road from Ubon to Sun Island is part of the ocean, an ocean that doesn't belong to any country.

All she had to do was fly her fighter jet over Ubang, and Ubang was not capable of shooting down her jet; probably no one would even notice a fighter jet flying overhead.

"Until I got the smoke bomb, Ujin was still within my borders."

This is also clearly stated in the document.

Although the desert now belongs to Wenyao, there are still soldiers from Wubang on the border of Wujin.

The troops will only withdraw after Wen Yao delivers the smoke bombs.

Karan is such a shrewd person; he must have taken sufficient precautions for himself.

"No problem at all, let's go back to the hotel now."

Karan waved his hand.

"You can stay here tonight, since your friend is already my prospective son-in-law anyway."

Wen Yao gave him a forced smile, but still agreed.

The maid led Wen Yao and the others to the guest room.

But now Song Zhiqian can't sleep at all.

"What's going on? Are they really going to make me get married?"

Wen Yao nodded with a conflicted expression.

"That won't do. What kind of situation is this? I'll never eat whatever I want again."

Wen Yao, you have to help me.

This was the first time Song Zhiqian had encountered a tough girl while trying to woo her.

Now he's afraid to invite people to dinner indiscriminately.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you."

Wen Yao has been trying to find a solution.

Song Zhiqian was trained by her, so she can't be the only one to return to China in the end.

"By the way, how about you let me meet the president's daughter?"

Following his memory, Song Zhiqian led Wen Yao upstairs.

Perhaps everyone in the house knew that Song Zhiqian would become Karan's son-in-law, because no one stopped them along the way.

They were very respectful to them.

"This is the room. Tonight, Emma and that president seemed to have a fight, but I couldn't understand what they were arguing about. Then Emma went into this room and slammed the door shut."

Song Zhiqian was extremely embarrassed at that moment.

He didn't dare look at the president even once, after all, he was Emma's father.

Wen Yao gently knocked on the door.

A girl with delicate features opened the door in an annoyed manner.

Emma has big eyes, a very high nose bridge, and a small, delicate face; she doesn't resemble Karan at all.

Upon seeing Wen Yao, her expression softened, and she began to look at her with curiosity.

"Hello, you must be Emma."

She nodded.

"Emma is my English name, and I speak English."

Emma let the two of them in; since she could speak English, the three of them could communicate smoothly.

"Did you promise my father?"

Wen Yao nodded helplessly.

Emma looked dejected upon seeing this and rubbed her head.

“He wasn’t like this before. I’ve told him that I often eat with men, but he still insists on bringing it up. Why does he have to force me to marry him?!”

Emma was unaware of Song Zhiqian's identity.

Although she was born in Ubon, she went abroad to study at a young age and was exposed to new ideas, so her behavior was considered quite outrageous by people in her country.

"Emma, ​​you didn't want to either, did you?"

"It's no use me being unwilling; you have no choice either."

"No, I have a way."

When Wen Yao said those words, both Song Zhiqian and Emma looked at her with excitement and their eyes shining.

"If you had a way, you wouldn't have agreed to my father's request."

"No, no, no, that was just to appease your father. I have a plan, but I can't tell you about it yet. Anyway, if you really don't want to get married, just do whatever I say."

Emma is only eighteen years old.

It's impossible to be trapped by a man you've only known for a few hours.

"Okay, but you can't lie to me. I'm even more ruthless than my dad."

This was nothing more than a threat to Wen Yao.

Wen Yao couldn't help but smile slightly, then suppressed her laughter.