"Xiaoya, we used to be so close, and I’ve never forgotten how good you were to . Back then, my mind must have been muddled. I was too busy and anxious with work, so I acted like a fool..."
She hung up and chuckled softly.
Zhong Minghui, so now that you’re down on your luck, you rember ? What about your sophisticated, high-class new girlfriend? And what about the 300,000 yuan you still owe ? That man still hasn’t paid back the money! Even if he got fired from his forr company, he isn’t truly desperate yet, is he?
At that mont, she had no idea a man was standing across from the boutique, his eyes practically devouring the imposing, capitalized letters on the marble facade. These characters, over ten feet tall, ford the brand’s abbreviation.
He never would have dread that this woman, Xu Xiaoya, could own such a massive boutique. What were its annual profits? Several million? Tens of millions? Even with a PhD, how many lifetis would it take to earn enough for a store this big? He felt a burning mix of envy, jealousy, and resentnt. Is it really so easy for won to make money? Just spread their legs a little, and wealth cos rolling in? He was also overco with frustration. Why did I miss out on this goose that lays golden eggs?
When Mrs. Huang arrived at the café, Zhou Xiaoxuan was already there. Once seated, they exchanged warm greetings. Zhou Xiaoxuan enthusiastically ordered coffee for Mrs. Huang, then her gaze fell upon her. "Auntie, you look so beautiful today! Your clothes are beautiful, your bag is beautiful, you look ten years younger! Wow, and this watch... let see..."
Mrs. Huang proudly extended her hand. "Pretty, isn’t it? It’s a Christmas gift from my son. He got one for his father and one for —over 60,000 yuan each. And this bag, my son bought it for too. Isn’t it nice? It’s Prada..."
"It’s gorgeous, truly gorgeous! Xiaojue is so devoted to you."
"Of course. I always tell his father that Xiaojue is our pride and joy. It’s not just about how successful Xiaojue is in his career. It’s that he’s an incredibly devoted son. Any girl who marries him will be truly fortunate."
"Naturally. Xiaojue has always been outstanding. At our last class reunion, everyone agreed he was the most successful among us, all through his own hard work. To be doing so well at such a young age—it makes all us classmates proud."
"Sigh, but what does it matter how good he is? You’ve all started your families and careers, and he’s still single. Little Xuanyuan, your cousin is actually a very nice girl. I truly feel it’s a pity..."
"Auntie, please don’t worry about it. They simply weren’t ant to be."
Mrs. Huang heaved a sigh of relief. "As long as you understand. Little Xuanyuan, do you have any other good girls to introduce to Xiaojue?"
Zhou Xiaoxuan took a sip of coffee and smiled gently. "Auntie, are you joking? Xiaojue already has a girlfriend. He hardly needs my interference, does he?"
"How did you know Xiaojue has a girlfriend?"
"Xiaojue has been looking at houses with her, and they’re even buying one. If that doesn’t make her his girlfriend, what does?"
Mrs. Huang’s smile froze. It took her a mont to process this. "What do you an? Xiaojue and this girl have already picked out a house?"
Zhou Xiaoxuan laughed, perhaps a bit too dramatically. "What? Auntie, you didn’t know? Oh, Xiaojue is quite capable! He’s looking at villas over by the three-thousand-acre forest park. It looks like he’s preparing to get married."
Mrs. Huang genuinely had no idea about any of this. Her son had only ntioned he would bring his girlfriend ho, not that things were progressing so quickly. She thought for a mont, then asked, "Little Xuanyuan, do you know this girl?"
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