Only now did she deeply understand Empress Dowager Liu’s good intentions: she had always supported her, whether by sending her to South Country University or advancing her status, all to ensure that one day she wouldn’t be a fool who could only enjoy safety but couldn’t take risks.
Right now, you’re unqualified, because you don’t have the ability; staying will just be a burden.
Her mind was filled with him—even if he was arm-in-arm with Rina, chatting and laughing, enjoying success, yet he looked tired—others might not notice, but she saw it right away. He had lost weight, which showed how hard these days had been.
But then, she smiled.
Brother Donglin, isn’t this a warning for you?
If you really cross the line, I won’t give you another chance—the pressure is even greater.
Turning her head, she saw Lin Zhiyun not far away and suddenly couldn’t help but laugh.
She’s been calculating against the rough man all along, unknowingly, he’s been watching her closely—having Lin Zhiyun, this thousand-watt light bulb bodyguard around, no man could possibly get close. Looks like two years at South Country University without any romantic adventure is a sure thing.
Rough man, you’ve got the guts.
But her heart was secretly delighted, wasn’t this because he was nervous?
If he wasn’t nervous, why hire soone to watch her so closely?
It was a long flight. Except this ti, there was no longer the romantic thirty thousand feet above in a luxurious first-class cabin like last ti. This was just an ordinary plane, ordinary first-class, next to an ordinary Tycoon, who was really chubby this ti.
He tried several tis to strike up a conversation with Yan Xixi, but Yan Xixi rely smiled politely, spending the journey either reading or sleeping.
The Tycoon finally couldn’t bear it anymore: "These days, it’s rare to see a young lady who seriously reads. Miss, what book are you reading? May I borrow it for a look?"
Yan Xixi closed the book and handed it to him.
The Tycoon was dumbfounded, it was the full French edition of "Madam Bovary." He couldn’t even recognize the title.
He asked sheepishly, "What book is this?"
Yan Xixi answered nonchalantly, "It’s a collection of jokes."
"What jokes does it tell?"
"C Country’s scandalous jokes."
The Tycoon couldn’t continue and had to give up.
Yan Xixi set the book aside, it was the book she read most often; she had studied the French, English, and Chinese versions countless tis.
The protagonist Emma looks down on her honest husband Bovary, and has affairs with an elegant nobleman and handso college student one after another. After the romantic nobleman gets bored of her and abandons her, she falls sick claiming to have repented, but soon is drawn to the young handso man. To sustain the so-called romantic love, she gives her all, borrowing money to cover the high expenses of their rendezvous. As her debts increase, creditors co to collect. The handso man claims poverty and runs away; she goes looking for her previous noble lover, who wouldn’t even lend her a di.
At her wit’s end, Emma consus arsenic to commit suicide.
Poor Mr. Bovary manages to pay off all outside debts, only to find in the drawer all her love letters and portraits with the two n, dying in despair and poverty. Their only young daughter becos an orphan, later a child laborer in a textile factory.
Romantic novels are essentially arsenic wrapped in sugar, inciting countless young girls to sacrifice themselves for love at any cost. They are ashad to talk about money, as if a woman asking for money is unforgivable, shalessly worse than a prostitute.
But Master Fo Loubai is definitely conscientious in the industry.
Through Emma’s suicidal ending, he brutally tells everyone: wherever a man’s money lies, there his heart lies.
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