Autumn, truly the best season of the year. Neither cold nor hot, with fruits aplenty. The air is filled with a sweet aroma, unlike the flightiness of spring, the boldness of sumr, or the undeniable heaviness of winter.
A white sports car raced toward them, swirling golden ginkgo leaves in its path.
Xu Xiaoya dashed out at its arrival. The car stopped, gleaming new, as beautiful as Snow White. The person who stepped out was the princess of princesses.
She exclaid, "Oh my God, this car is stunning..."
Yan Xixi took off her magic glasses, attempting to seem nonchalant as she handed over the car keys. "Xiaoya, this is your birthday gift."
Xiaoya’s mouth fell open.
If the previous white rcedes symbolized a wealthy family’s daughter, then this white Jaguar sports car is surely a young lady from a truly distinguished family. So beautiful. You get what you pay for. Once you compare, you really see the difference. Its British elegance, infused with an artistic ambiance.
Xiaoya sighed. So this is the difference in aesthetics and perspective. Reading more books really does make a difference... Never mind the huge price difference; even if it were the sa price, it wouldn’t have crossed my mind to consider a Jaguar. I probably would have still gone for a high-end car from one of the three big brands. I definitely wouldn’t have thought to check out a Jaguar.
But Yan Xixi had arrived in such elegance.
"Xiaoya, go give it a try and see if you like it."
Today is my birthday, yes. But this gift... this gift is too expensive! Compared to the white rcedes I bought Yan Xixi, that was just a fraction of the cost!
Yan Xixi lowered her voice. "I’ve been studying non-stop these days... I was almost going crazy. So, I decided to spend so money to blow off so steam... HEH HEH..."
Xiaoya softly asked, "Xixi, did you use the money from that card to buy it?"
Yan Xixi raised an eyebrow. "Of course."
The luxury boutique is under my na. The three-story store on the Gold Coast is also under my na. Even the loads of money on the card have "Yan Xixi" engraved on them—I’m the account holder, after all. There’s also all that money Wan Donglin deposited into my account back when I was first pregnant, not to ntion the cash I kept hidden in my private safe... Now, there’s no need to hide anymore. Rightfully, it’s all mine. I don’t splurge on luxury goods, nor have I thought about squandering money. I don’t gamble and certainly wouldn’t pay for sex... But if I don’t spend so money, wouldn’t that make a miser? Consumption is what drives GDP, right?
Xiaoya was stunned and delighted. "Xixi, you’re not afraid of Wan Donglin asking you to account for your spending anymore?"
She smiled cheerily. Who’s afraid of him? The Empress Dowager already gave her red packet, and I’ve eaten the al. My position is clear. Husband, pay up. I wouldn’t dare frivolously spend another man’s money. But why should I be polite with my own husband? No need to be afraid. Who’s the one clinging to day and night? Accompanying him to eat, sleep, and drink—this life of constant attendance has begun. I serve him tirelessly and let him enjoy himself, so it’s only right that he foots the bill. This concept of going Dutch in a relationship isn’t sothing ordinary folks like us can achieve. "Love is unrelated to money" is utter nonsense. Even if you’re the Secretary-General of the United Nations, you still have to give a woman gifts if you want to please her. It’s that simple. If a man is willing to spend lavishly on you, it doesn’t necessarily an he loves you. But if he’s stingy, he definitely doesn’t.
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