The conversation between Han Jiang and Han Hui continued.
âBrother, what did you mean by that earlierâŚ?â Han Hui had a somewhat timid look on her face.
âWhat did I say?â Han Jiang was puzzled.
âYou know, about not taking relationships too seriously and just focusing on money.â
âOh, that,â Han Jiang finally remembered. âIt is what you heard.â
âBut⌠Donât you and your girlfriend get along well?â Han Hui asked.
âWe do get along quite well, yes.â
âThen⌠Do you love her for who she is, or for her money?â
âOf course, I love her money!â Han Jiang looked at Han Hui as if she were a fool. âYouâre already in your twenties, how can you still be so naive as to believe in love?â
Han Hui bit her lip, âButâŚâ
âThereâs no âbutâ,â Han Jiang shook his head. âLove is like a ghost. Everyone has heard of it, but has anyone ever seen it?â
âBut there is still a lot of love in the worldâŚâ
âOkay, enough of this nonsense.â Han Jiang waved his hand. âActually, I do believe in love. Just like now, she and I are in love! Sheâs beautiful, sheâs rich, and she can give me what I want. I love her a lot!â
âWhat if she runs out of money?â Han Hui asked.
âRun out of money?â Han Jiang laughed. âThat wonât happen. Her family is wealthy, after all. Even if her family goes bankrupt, sheâs still a famous celeb, and she can make a lot of money.â
âSo youâre just with her for her money?â Han Hui asked.
âWhat else then?â Han Jiang looked at her speechlessly. âIf she were broke and ugly, do you think Iâd still be interested in her?â
Han Jiang spoke to Han Hui earnestly, âJust put your mind at ease. Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart: men are much more practical than women! You women like to talk about love, but weâre different. Weâre down to earth. As long as the woman can make our lives easier, it doesnât matter what she looks like.â
Han Hui had a rather conflicted look.
In fact, she knew that most men were much more practical than women. It was just that Han Jiang was too blatant about it.
However, the conversation didnât end there.
Han Jiang went on to talk about the benefits he had gained from being with Cui Tong.
The hand with which she held her chopsticks was trembling.
She had just wanted to stand up when Xia Xibei grabbed her.
âDonât be rash,â Xia Xibei shook her head. âItâs a restaurant. We canât be seen making a scene.â
Even if they had changed their faces, they would surely draw attention if they made such a big scene.
If people got to know that they could change their faces, it would bring even more trouble.
Before Cui Tong could cause a scene, Xia Xibei called the waiter over to settle the bill and pulled her away.
It wasnât until they left the place that Cui Tong finally crouched down and let out the tears she had been holding back.
Xia Xibei crouched down beside her and patted her back, silently comforting her.
The passers-by glanced curiously at the scene, but no one paid much attention.
With so many people around, nobody really had time to care if strangers were laughing or crying.
After a while, Cui Tong regained her composure.
She wiped her tears away and looked at the people passing by, grateful that she wasnât famous enough for her crying to make the news.
âAlright, letâs go,â said Xia Xibei, leading her to the parking lot.
Once they were in the car, Xia Xibei asked her, âHow much have you spent on him?â
Her query put an awful look on Cui Tongâs face.
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