Black Sandstorm

"You... having money alone isn't enough. The other part is the key."

"???"

Depp didn't understand, and Lin Yuan didn't explain.

The real reason was inconvenient for Lin Yuan to say, and saying it wouldn't have helped anyway.

It was that he had come across as too weak, causing Amber Heard to look down on him deep down.

Although Depp had never lacked women in the past and seemed experienced, Lin Yuan knew that when it came to the battle between men and women, he was a complete novice.

That was because all the games he had played before had been one-sided. Back then, he had been young and handsome enough that the women he dated had genuinely liked him from the bottom of their hearts.

Under those circumstances, no matter how immature Depp acted, women had been willing to accommodate him. As a result, Depp had never needed to learn anything about the dynamics between men and women.

But as Depp grew older, even if the media kept praising him as a Hollywood heartthrob, he was definitely no longer as handsome as he had been when he was young. That was nature's iron law.

In later terms, Depp was already considered an old geezer now.

Purely in terms of looks, he definitely wasn't a match for Amber Heard, who was twenty-three years younger than him. He had to use money as an incentive to bridge the gap in their appeal.

That made the foundation of their relationship unstable from the start.

Lin Yuan knew full well that he wasn't an omnipotent god. This kind of matter was difficult to resolve. He could only hope that Depp's marriage wouldn't become the world's most "appetizingly grotesque" news story, like it had in his previous life.

"Let's drink." Lin Yuan didn't know