Chen Feng had always considered himself a traditional man, fundantally different from those n who beca corrupted by wealth. The reason was simple: he was a decent person.
Before he found out he had a terminal illness, he had always been a rule-follower, never doing anything outrageous or immoral, nothing that could be considered corrupt.
But now, he felt he had changed, and the main change was in his attitude towards relationships and won—it had shifted significantly.
Before the diagnosis, he never imagined he would keep a mistress. And after keeping one, he went on to keep a second and a third.
At that mont, Lin Yujiao, enchanting and alluring, lay beside him, the third woman he maintained. She snuggled against him with a face full of satisfaction and sweetness.
This made him feel a bit disoriented, and a surreal, absurd sensation surged in his heart.
He had never dread of sleeping with a woman whom he had known for only two or three days, and now she was the third lover he planned to keep.
The saying that n beco worse when they get money holds a lot of truth. It wasn’t always the case, but Chen Feng believed it was probable in about eighty to ninety percent of cases; it was just a matter of ti.
It wasn’t just because of his illness; in Chen Feng’s view, it was mainly because he had co into money that he was behaving so whimsically, allowing his masculine hormones to run rampant.
n who are unconstrained and wealthy often really do think with their lower half.
Chen Feng felt helpless about this. He used to look down on n who played around with won once they had money, and now, he had undoubtedly beco one of those n.
The clown turned out to be !
This thought struck Chen Feng as ridiculous.
A proper man, during monts of wisdom, always has a bit of guilt and introspection, like a philosopher.
"What are you thinking about?"
Lin Yujiao had been closing her eyes, but seeing that Chen Feng wasn’t moving or speaking, she opened her eyes and looked at him. Seeing his serious expression, deep in thought, she asked.
Obviously, Chen Feng couldn’t say he was pondering philosophical issues, so he replied, "Sorry, I was a bit too eager just now. Did I hurt you earlier?"
"Get lost!" Lin Yujiao chided shyly.
"Hehe. I can only say, you’re too captivating... I really don’t understand how your forr husband could bear to divorce you."
"What do you an by that?" Lin Yujiao frowned, "It was who initiated the divorce. He outright refused at first. I told him if he didn’t agree, I would file a lawsuit in court and make a big deal. His mom, who never got along well with , convinced her son to divorce . That’s when it happened."
"No wonder," Chen Feng said as he affectionately caressed her with his right hand, smiling, "it seems I lucked out."
Chen Feng now sowhat regretted his decision to keep her for only a month; taking her to Xiu Zhou seed impractical, and he couldn’t stay in the countryside forever either.
This would be a little complicated.
"Being lucky with you is better than others benefiting," Lin Yujiao drew circles on Chen Feng’s chest, speaking in a wistful tone, "I’m quite satisfied with you too. It’s a pity you aren’t looking for a relationship, and you’ll be going back to Xiu Zhou after the new year. It seems we are dood not to last."
Chen Feng smiled and said, "At least now, we have each other, we enjoy each other’s company, and that’s quite nice. We’re both divorced and single, both feeling quite lonely, and destiny has brought us this brief romance. I think now we should cherish the present. The future can wait."
Lin Yujiao looked ruefully and said, "It’s easy for you to say, just focusing on enjoying the mont. I’m already twenty-six, almost twenty-seven after the new year. Soon, I’ll be thirty. For won, turning thirty is like spoiled tofu, finding a good man to marry each year will get harder."
"You shouldn’t be so pessimistic. Soone as beautiful as you will still have plenty of n chasing after you even at forty. Really, remarrying a wealthy man would be too easy..."
Before he could finish, Lin Yujiao huffed coldly, turning her back to him, leaving him staring at the back of her head.
Chen Feng obviously understood why; his recent remark was sowhat insensitive. After what had just transpired between them, while still holding her in his arms, he talked about her marrying so other man in the future.
Chen Feng awkwardly laughed and said, "Don’t be mad. If you really can’t find the right one in the future, just stay with . I definitely won’t let you down. Aside from anything else, I can guarantee you’ll be financially comfortable. I’ll give you thirty thousand a month for living expenses, so you won’t need to worry."
"Are you serious?" Lin Yujiao turned back around, looking at Chen Feng with so surprise.
"Of course, I’m serious," Chen Feng nodded affirmatively, "starting this month, I’ll give you thirty thousand a month. Until you find a new boyfriend."
"This... didn’t you say before, just a temporary lover for a month?"
Lin Yujiao was skeptical. Even assuming Chen Feng wanted to keep her long-term, it required financial ans. Thirty thousand a month added up to three hundred sixty thousand a year—that was no small sum.
Did he really have that much money? Was he really willing to spend so much on keeping her?
Chen Feng guessed her concerns and said with a smile, "That was before, but now I really can’t bear to let you go. I want to keep you as my companion for the long term."
Lin Yujiao scoffed derisively, "It should be a long-term kept mistress, right? I never imagined I’d one day be kept by soone."
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