A man throwing money at you doesn’t necessarily an he loves you, but if he’s stingy, he definitely doesn’t love you. A man’s ti and money are limited. If he’s not spending them on you, he’s spending them on other won. Not spending my husband’s money, not adding to his pressure... Please forgive , but I just can’t do it. If you consider his feelings, keep in mind that other won won’t. It’s better to enjoy it myself than to let other won do so. Leave being a Saint to others. A cheater is always a cheater. From then on, I rightfully believed these things belonged to —there’s no reason to fear so lout splashing sulfuric acid. Many sleazy n like to share intimate photos of won they’ve slept with as bragging rights. But dear, have you ever seen a husband brag by sharing his wife’s intimate photos? Unless he’s a lunatic. The fears in my heart have long vanished without a trace. And didn’t that "lout" say it himself? When a man spends money on you, he’s essentially paying for his own hormone-driven impulses. So, high-end skincare products, luxurious clothes, luxury cars, designer bags—this money doesn’t really count as my spending. It all counts as Wan Donglin’s spending. Dressing up nicely isn’t for my own pleasure—he’s the one who enjoys it. No psychological pressure, no moral guilt. Furthermore, lavishly spending my man’s money really feels... so fabulous, so fabulous.
At this mont, the two stood outside the luxury brand shop. Xu Xiaoya had officially taken over this shop and was familiar with its operations; business was booming.
The comparison starkly revealed how shabby the small shop nearby was. The difference in profitability was also imnse.
After all, there is a gap between an international top brand and a nearly top-tier brand.
So Xu Xiaoya completely shifted her work focus to this city’s largest luxury boutique, leaving the other shop to a newly appointed manager.
"Xiaoya, I’m counting on you to fully devote yourself to this job; this shop belongs to both of us."
Xu Xiaoya looked again at this superbly decorated boutique. Even though she had been running it for more than two years, she often felt a mix of anxiety and disbelief.
"Sigh, Xixi, you’ve given so much. If it wasn’t for you, I can’t imagine what I would be doing with my life. After the suicide attempt, would I have beco a bottom-tier prostitute? Or would I have married just anyone, living a life full of smoke, fire, hardships, and poverty?"
"Xixi, everything I have today is all because of you!"
Yan Xixi looked at her. Too much? When Xu Xiaoya gave her a car bought with all her five hundred thousand in housing demolition compensation, who could say that wasn’t a priceless gift? Besides, was there any need for such courtesy between them? She just smiled and patted her hand. Everything was unspoken between them.
"Xixi, did you reconcile with the Third Young Master?" Xu Xiaoya giggled. "The Third Young Master truly loves you. He paid for your college education before, and now he is even sending you to Harvard."
Even a fool could understand. Would a man who is only after your beauty, in a transaction rely about sex and money, be willing to pay such a huge price? Only if he wants to be with you will he care if you can keep up. Only if he loves you will he go to great lengths to improve you, not just because he’s after your body.
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