A windfall had dropped straight into Ding Ding's lap, leaving him dizzy.
But he was wary too, and the documents rustled loudly as he flipped through them.
Stocks, options, company transfers, even overseas trust funds-the total was no small sum.
All Ding Ding had to do was sign, and these enormous assets would immediately change hands.
Although Ding Ding's business had done fairly well before, it had only operated within his own patch of turf. Going public was still several cloud somersaults away.
He had built it steadily, step by step. People did him the courtesy of calling him President Ding when he went out to discuss business, but frankly, he was just a small business owner.
Now, faced with mountains of wealth, Ding Ding had only one thought.
He had stumbled into royalty.
No, wait... this was a pig-butchering scam.
But he had no money now... what could anyone scam him out of...?
"You mean, all these..."
Ding Ding chose his words carefully, but still sounded hesitant. "Assets... all these assets are for us?"
"Yes... sob... Sister Xixi... sob... told me to bring them to you. She said... sob, sob... she said..."
"Stop crying," Ding Ding said, his head throbbing. "How old are you? What are you crying for?"
"Sob, sob... seventeen..."
"..."
That really was an age for crying. Somewhat helpless, Ding Ding rubbed his brow and asked Little Bai to pass him a few more tissues.
The name Zheng Xixi meant absolutely nothing to Ding Ding.
Only when this person, who called himself Zheng Wang, reminded him that they had met once at the Matchmaker Shrine did Ding Ding remember.
-She was that young woman with a head of white hair.
They had only crossed paths by chance, and less than a month later, she had sent