Xu Xiaoya burst out, "Why not? Haven’t you seen Zhou Xiaoxuan’s social dia? She’s showing off her designer bags and watches every day, attracting crowds of envious losers! Last ti she got married, she showed us up so badly. This ti, you post too—even more and better than hers. It’ll definitely infuriate her..."
Xu Xiaoya, Yan Xixi, and Zhou Xiaoxuan were classmates in high school. Yan Xixi and Zhou Xiaoxuan were also university classmates. Although they were classmates for over two additional years, their relationship unfortunately only worsened—with Huang Xiaojue standing between them, they had beco rivals in love.
Interestingly, Yan Xixi had always been on good terms with Xu Xiaoya.
"Before Zhou Xiaoxuan had plastic surgery, she was just an ugly, overweight girl with sowhat buck teeth. After the surgery, she latched onto a rich man and started flaunting her wealth on social dia. Xixi, do you know? She only landed her current husband by posting pictures on her social dia..."
Xu Xiaoya gushed excitedly, "You now possess so many luxury goods. You must rub it in her face! HMPH, we can’t let her be the only one who gets to gloat. Plus, if you post the pictures, you can apply for a verified account. Xixi, you’re so beautiful, you’ll definitely beco a major influencer very quickly, attracting countless fans! With many fans, you’ll beco famous. You could be in movies and stuff, earning money and fa at the sa ti—it’s so worth it..."
Yan Xixi remained indifferent. "Don’t post!"
This ti, she didn’t explain her reasons, yet her tone was unusually firm.
Xu Xiaoya was taken aback.
Slowly, she began to realize that Yan Xixi genuinely didn’t want to post them. It seed Yan Xixi felt no sense of accomplishnt nor derived any "showing off" value from this room full of luxury items.
Not all won who have exchanged their bodies for designer goods are willing to parade them around.
Xu Xiaoya, ever straightforward, simply turned off her phone. "Alright. If you don’t agree, I won’t take any more pictures, nor will I post anything on social dia."
Yan Xixi sat in the afternoon sun, a cup of fine Earl Grey Tea on the table. The days of her being gaunt were over. She had gained a little weight, which gave her a pleasantly rounded, more voluptuous appearance.
Xu Xiaoya observed her for a long mont, then grasped her hand and sighed deeply. "Xixi, you should just accept your fate. SIGH. People might laugh at a ’canary in a gilded cage,’ but you must know, countless won wish they could be one and can’t. Everyone thinks the nightclub girls are beautiful and enchanting, but how many can really succeed in landing a rich patron?"
In tis of difficulty, countless won would think: If only there was a place to sell one’s soul in exchange for material pleasure.
"I’ve asked you many tis to co work in the Harem, but you always refused. Take being a tea or liquor shill, for example. How much can you earn from that? And it’s so risky. Do you really think your life back then was better than it is now?"
Yan Xixi didn’t answer, her thoughts drifting far, far away.
Xu Xiaoya laughed self-deprecatingly. "Look at . After graduating from high school, I first worked in a small factory in Dongguan, my hands calloused from labor, earning just over a thousand yuan a month. My mother called every day, pressuring for money. She needed it to repair the house, pay for my little brother’s education, and cover countless other sundry expenses. Back then, I could never co up with enough money. My mom would say the neighbor’s daughter had married well and brought so much money back to her parents’ ho, looking incredibly glamorous. Gritting my teeth, I decided to go work as a tea server in the Harem to try and make sothing of myself. Although it wasn’t like the work the escorts did, it was still a deaning job. Still, relying on my sowhat decent looks, I also received a lot of tips... SIGH. In a place like that, do you think we could really erge from the mire unstained?"
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