"Ye Qiu, don’t be willful."
Willful? Her? Just because she wants to move to take care of Mrs. Liu, she’s being willful? This accusation is way too quick!
"Xiao Xu has been at this kindergarten for almost three years. Suddenly transferring him and leaving his friends for a new environnt, he won’t adapt well. And , newly married, living in your house, using your car and driver? What would colleagues and students at school think of ? You wouldn’t want to be criticized, right?" Fang Bingwen gave reason after reason, leaving Ye Qiu speechless.
"Alright, you make a good point." Ye Qiu replied this way because she always complied with him.
Fang Bingwen breathed a sigh of relief: "If you don’t want to move back but are still worried, you can hire two more maids and caregivers. If you’re free during the day, go spend ti with Mrs. Liu, co back at night. If you’re busy, hire more people so you’re assured she’s taken care of."
"That’s a good idea." Ye Qiu nodded, "Let’s do as you suggested."
"Just arrange it, I don’t have class tomorrow, we can go together to check on Mrs. Liu." Fang Bingwen always handled such matters well, genuinely caring for the elderly without being perfunctory.
Perhaps that’s why Mrs. Liu and the older siblings were more relaxed around him, which eventually led to Ye Qiu being deceived by him!
The surgery was successful, Mrs. Liu had no discomfort. Although Ye Tan and Ye Sheng wanted to take her back to care for her, Mrs. Liu refused. So Ye Qiu hired two more caregivers, she spent most days there, only returning ho at night.
"Running back and forth every day must be tiring!" Mrs. Liu looked at her with concern, "I’m fine now, you can co less often or stay over more days. Your husband and his child have managed alone for years, they can take care of themselves, right?"
"It’s okay, Mrs. Liu, I’m young. Running around counts as exercise and helps lose weight." Ye Qiu replied nonchalantly.
Mrs. Liu was even more concerned hearing this: "You’ve lost so weight, why not eat more?"
"I’m intentionally losing weight, Mrs. Liu. Haven’t you noticed my complexion improved after slimming down?" Ye Qiu leaned closer for her to see.
"Indeed." Mrs. Liu smiled as she looked, "Acne is gone, and your skin appears fairer, it looks healthy."
Not only Mrs. Liu felt this way, but Fan Ning and Ye Tan also noticed it. They privately remarked how having soone you love and getting married can make one care about their appearance. Previously, Ye Qiu found makeup botherso, yet recently offered them a beauty salon gift card. She’s indeed growing up.
Though Mrs. Liu was attended to by professionals, Ye Qiu decided to open a live streaming channel as she was idle.
Being a new strear without fa prompted her to devise a plan. At present, live streaming was popular. Among the hottest types, she thought flaunting wealth suited her and could easily attract viewers.
She started two accounts, one for herself to stream, the other to invest heavily in. The investnt was substantial enough to draw quite an audience.
"Hello, everyone! I’m strear Qiu Yezi, who loves spending money. Welco to my live broadcast." She appeared on cara with light makeup and an innocent smile.
"The strear just looks average; why would soone invest so much money?"
"Is there soone wasting money irrationally?"
"What’s the the of this channel? Lifestyle?"
"Curious who spent so much? Haha, it’s ! Just trying to attract a crowd since there’s little buzz yet, seems effective." Ye Qiu joked as she read the chat.
Her carefree deanor amused viewers.
"The strear is quite honest, but I doubt the money spent will be recouped. Is it worth it for so traffic?"
"Does worth matter? See that shelf behind her? Each bag there is worth thousands; she likely isn’t short on money."
"Is this another rich girl flaunting wealth online?"
Comnts varied widely, but few left the stream.
Ye Qiu smiled brightly: "Not much going on, nor do I want to work, so streaming’s for fun. Interested in my identity? It’s simple, just a rich second generation, wealth given by parents."
"I’m genuinely envious; I’d love to not work and be a rich second generation too."
"But this strear isn’t pretentious like those who flaunt wealth with a superior attitude."
"Strear, show us how a rich second generation lives!"
"Want to see my lifestyle?" Ye Qiu nodded, "Sure, let’s start here, with my room."
She directed the cara, narrating: "This is my room. Nothing special here. You ntioned the shelf? Oh, it’s where I place several bags I often use. Prices? I don’t recall, bought them randomly."
"That’s genuine wealth—disregarding cost. Only fake rich folks rember exact prices."
"Although the strear doesn’t know, I do! The leftmost platinum bag, it’s a limited edition, originally over ten thousand, now valued at twenty in resale."
"Bags appreciate?" One viewer was stunned.
"Don’t be surprised; top brand limited editions usually appreciate. Many resale traders earn big."
"Envy those affluent people; even buying bags generates profits. This is money breeding money; heard when wealth reaches a certain level, spending leads to more."
"The strear likely won’t sell bags, right?"
"Sell? Absolutely not! Interested? I have many bags; if you don’t mind, a few I rarely use could be yours!" Ye Qiu casually offered, shocking viewers.
"Though receipts aren’t saved, so packaging is gone, hope you don’t mind?"
"Not a problem, no problem..."
"Of course not, strear, look at , I’ve followed you!"
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