Why should a beauty always be so down at heels?
Previously, Xu Xiaoya had used up all her money on that rcedes. She didn’t have the ans to buy another car anyti soon. So, this gift arrived at just the right mont.
"Xixi, this car... it’s just too grand. I really don’t think I can handle it..."
Yan Xixi cheekily stuck out her tongue like a child. "Haha, what’s there that you can’t handle? It’s just a car. Hehe, if I really got into Harvard, *that* would make Mother Huang and Zhou Xiaoxuan choke on their envy. A car is nothing in comparison. You just have to drive it."
At that mont, she no longer needed to flaunt material possessions in front of them. It was ti to flaunt sothing far more impressive. But she wanted Xu Xiaoya to beco a ’fair, rich, and beautiful’ woman alongside her. Whether in love or friendship, both needed to grow together, rather than one rely serving as a backdrop for the other. A woman’s pri only lasts a decade or two. If you don’t indulge yourself by then, you’ll be old before you realize. Only by becoming ’fair, rich, and beautiful’ herself could she attract a ’tall, rich, and handso’ man.
Xu Xiaoya was refreshingly direct and refused no more. "Let’s go! We’ll treat ourselves to a feast."
"Of course. I’ve already reserved a table."
This was the pri of their lives, an era of opulence and freedom, like a revival of their youth—childish, vain, naive, and laughable, yet utterly carefree and uninhibited.
They had never enjoyed such a ti in their lives before. How wonderful.
When Wan Donglin saw the white sports car stop, he stepped to the side of the road.
The car door opened, and a long-legged beauty gracefully descended.
The car window rolled down, and Xu Xiaoya popped her head out, politely greeting him, "Third Young Master."
He nodded.
She rely offered a polite greeting and said no more, speeding off in her car.
They stood facing each other.
He saw Xixi’s lovely face flush, her delighted smile blooming like a flower.
"Rough guy, what do you think of the birthday gift I gave Xiaoya?"
She still wore the sa white shirt and black skirt, rely adding a trench coat. In fact, she hadn’t bought anything expensive for herself, nor any luxury goods.
He wasn’t surprised that she gave Xu Xiaoya an expensive gift, but he was jealous. When the two said goodbye, they didn’t exchange polite pleasantries. Nor did they giggle and act frivolously, like typical won flaunting a shallow friendship. In fact, the two of them were never overly affectionate, but a tacit understanding always flowed between them, visible in their eyes and expressions.
But this wasn’t the key point. The key was that those two won always preempted n in doing things that n should traditionally do: you gift a house, I gift you a car... Their gestures towards each other were more extravagant than any man’s, as if *they* were the couple. It was truly terrifying. It was so infuriating. It was genuinely more infuriating than seeing Huang Xiaojue.
He asked with a faint smile, "Xixi, didn’t you say you were going to study late tonight?"
"It’s Xiaoya’s birthday today. I’ll have dinner with her first, and then... she has a date with a handso guy."
"Aren’t you going to vet him for her?"
"Not at all. I’ll help her size him up at first glance. As long as he’s not so shifty-eyed freeloader, I won’t go with her again after that."
He asked, puzzled, "Why?"
"n and toothbrushes are not for sharing!"
She glared at him. "Even if you’re the best of buddies, you don’t let soone else look after your girlfriend. And even with your best gal pal, you don’t play third wheel on her dates. Rough guy, don’t you understand sothing so basic?"
Wan Donglin laughed heartily.
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