"Because your father found another woman, and I discovered it," Tangya said, taking out her phone and handing it to Bai Ningbing.
Tangya’s phone naturally had photos of Bai Ningbing’s father with that woman, and so chat records.
All of this fully docunted that her father was seeing another woman.
But Bai Ningbing didn’t understand. The woman her father is keeping seems worlds apart from my own mother, doesn’t she?
If Bai Ningbing had Luofeng’s scanning function, she would have discovered that this mistress’s looks were probably only around a 70, far from Tangya’s 93 points.
"This woman isn’t pretty at all. Mom, could you have misunderstood sothing?" Bai Ningbing asked doubtfully.
She had seen the chat records—they were conversations between her dad and mom. Her dad had admitted it!
"There’s no misunderstanding," Tangya replied calmly.
But Bai Ningbing was confused. Could there really be such a huge difference in aesthetic preferences between n and won?
If Luofeng knew about this, he would definitely tell Bai Ningbing that so n are like dogs; they’ll want to taste anything they haven’t tried before, regardless of whether it seems like garbage.
"I discovered your father’s affair a long ti ago, but we were at an impasse for a while."
"However, when you were in high school, I didn’t want you to worry, so I had him keep it a secret as well."
"Now that you’re in university, I’d been aning to tell you."
"Ningbing, you always say Mom nags, but I’ve been through this, and I hope you understand my intentions are good."
Tangya said earnestly, then continued, "Let ask you, do you know the specifics of Luofeng’s family background?"
Bai Ningbing really wanted to nod and say she knew. Because she didn’t just know that Luofeng owned a Porsche 911 worth three million and an Audi worth 2.7 million. She also knew where Luofeng lived, many things about his middle and high school years, and even what he liked to eat.
But... what Luofeng’s family actually did, Bai Ningbing really had no idea.
Luofeng had been genuinely very good to her, but why hadn’t he formally confessed his feelings yet? Bai Ningbing didn’t understand.
She had thought countless tis that if he confessed, she would say yes.
They had held hands and hugged, but... they had never officially beco a couple.
Seeing her daughter’s silence, Tangya continued, "From our eting today, I’ve realized sothing: Luofeng’s family is very wealthy, and it’s not just an act."
Bai Ningbing knew this too.
"Mom, what are you trying to say?"
After a mont of silence, Tangya said, "Well, have you considered the future?"
"Huh?" Bai Ningbing frowned.
"I an, have you considered a future with Luofeng?" Tangya asked again.
Before her daughter could reply, Tangya continued, "The gifts Luofeng casually gave you today were worth fifty to sixty thousand, and he even gave a bag worth fifteen thousand. Before giving them, he carefully paved the way so I would accept them. Have you ever considered how much money Luofeng’s family has, or how high his emotional intelligence is?"
"Mom!" Bai Ningbing pouted. "I’m really not after his money!"
"I know you’re not after money, but we must carefully consider what kind of future you two could have together," Tangya said.
Bai Ningbing fell silent.
"Ningbing, you are indeed beautiful, but what about the future?"
"Can you be sure Luofeng isn’t just interested in your looks? If your relationship is only based on your beauty and figure, and all he contributes is high emotional intelligence and money, then what about your future?"
Tangya spoke earnestly, her words carrying weight.
Nowadays, fewer and fewer wealthy people simply choose young, pretty girls to marry.
The wealthier they are, the smarter they tend to be.
Why turn a short-term lease into a long-term or even permanent partnership?
There might be true love between middle-aged wealthy n and young, beautiful won, but for the most part, it’s definitely a relationship of mutual need.
Middle-aged n have money; young beauties have looks. It’s simply an exchange of equivalents.
In such a transaction, as ti passes, the rich get richer because they control many resources. Barring natural disasters or calamities, their wealth will only increase, not decrease.
And young won? Can they beco more beautiful over ti? It’s a short-term lease!
Tangya worked in a bank; she had seen too many such cases.
Even if Luofeng wasn’t a middle-aged wealthy man, the situation still worried her greatly.
A woman? No matter how beautiful she is, a man gets tired of her after three months.
Otherwise, why is there the saying: "A wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen affair"?
It’s like a toy you eagerly anticipate; once you get it, after a while, you just set it aside, don’t you?
When you earn a hundred thousand, you might think saving a million is very exciting. But once you actually achieve it, you realize it’s nothing special...
"Mom, I don’t want to have any regrets!"
"I just want to et the best him during the most beautiful years of my life!"
"And it’s clear that, in my heart, he is the best."
Unaffected by her mother’s words, Bai Ningbing was silent for a mont before saying this.
Young girls always harbor dreams.
What Bai Ningbing had encountered was like a dream co true.
Luofeng had been so good to her even before they had officially confird their relationship.
Even if the future was uncertain, she didn’t want to have any regrets.
Because she knew that if she missed out on Luofeng, she would definitely regret it.
Even if Luofeng turned out to be a scum man and they broke up one day, she would still have beautiful mories.
In the pri of her youth, she t the best version of him and experienced an unforgettable romance; everything felt just right.
Even if it ant being a moth drawn to a fla, she felt it was worth it. Because everything felt so perfect.
Hearing Bai Ningbing’s reasoning, Tangya was stunned; it was as if she were seeing her younger self.
Was I wrong?
In the past, Tangya had been just like Bai Ningbing. She clearly could have chosen better, but she had her own worries... In the end, she chose her so-called "true love." But what was the result? Rich n and honest n—they’re all just n; there’s no essential difference.
n get corrupted by money.
Actually, whether a man is bad or not has nothing to do with money. It’s just that n without money lack the options. Essentially, they’re all the sa.
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