"Haha."
"What do you an by ’haha’?"
"It ans I never treat n to als, and it’s even less likely I’d spend a single penny on a man."
"Does your tall, rich, and handso boyfriend fall under the sa rule?"
"He’s definitely an exception."
"Why is that?"
"Because I’ve been mooching off him for many years and haven’t given him much in return. Besides, he’s the best man in the world to . We share everything; no one else can compare."
We share everything? Humph, can things really be that perfect?
"Hey Miss, your values are genuinely unique. Do you believe that whoever spends the most money on you loves you the most?"
"Isn’t that logical? If soone can’t bear to part with their money, how can they bear to offer their affection? Isn’t affection far more precious than money?"
"So, is he the man who has spent the most money on you in this world?"
She paused, unable to respond imdiately.
Sohow, she thought of Wan Donglin. If it was about spending money, hadn’t she spent most of his? It started with her mother’s funeral, then funding her college education, followed by a substantial amount in her bank account, and that ambiguous boutique... Even though she didn’t dare touch the money in her bank account or the boutique, she had to admit she had spent quite a lot of Wan Donglin’s money...
She suddenly realized: if you said Wan Donglin was a good person, she couldn’t quite pinpoint what was so good about him. Yet, if you said he was a bad person, he wasn’t truly wicked to the core either.
"Miss, why don’t you answer? Is your tall, rich, and handso boyfriend not the one who loves you the most?"
"..."
"Or perhaps you’ve spent more of another man’s money? Wouldn’t that an another man loves you more?"
Not getting a reply, he pressed on, "Miss, you don’t dare answer?"
She suddenly flared up, "Why are you so odd? What’s the point of asking these questions? Will I die if I don’t rely on a man to support ? Can’t I earn my own money? What kind of attitude is that? You’re the one who’s odd!"
Suddenly being scolded, he chuckled. Has she beco angry out of embarrassnt?
"Didn’t I tell you? I can make my own money. Even if a man doesn’t give a single penny, I won’t die. I don’t care one bit, understand?"
He was genuinely curious now. "Such strong words! Did you have garlic tonight?"
She sent a sneering emoji. "I earn more than fifty thousand a month. Do I need a man to support ?"
"Really? Miss, are you sure you’re not bragging?"
"Do you want to show you my pay slip?" Although this high salary was only for one month due to a high commission, how could she tell him that? She still said gloatingly, "Besides, I’ve been promoted. Things will only get better."
"Isn’t it just a Sesa Official? Is there a need to be so proud?"
"Wrong! I feel like my luck is changing. Maybe I’ll soar to great heights from now on."
"Haha!"
This ti, it was her turn to ask, "What are you ’haha’-ing about?"
"I’m laughing at your naivety. How much a person eats and wears in their lifeti is predestined."
"I don’t believe in fate."
"Miss, let tell you, 80% of one’s fate is predetermined. Only 20% can be changed through personal effort. Ordinary people have a ten-year period of flourishing luck, during which they can achieve wealth. However, to attain great riches and nobility, one must have twenty years of such luck! Personal effort is never enough to build great wealth unless your destiny ordains a massive fortune for you. In this world, the truly decisive factors are invisible forces. Cultivating these unseen forces is life’s true mission. Sadly, the vast majority of people lack this karmic affinity, yet they still delude themselves into believing that humans can conquer destiny!"
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