He chased after her with a look of regret, realizing how badly he had just said it.

She really is a rich heiress? Rich people often have their quirks, so it's not surprising that she takes the bus.

What exactly have I lost?

When he reached the entrance of the villa area, he was stopped by security guards.

He was anxious to explain to Wen Qinghe, and spoke to the security guard in a polite tone.

"Hello, the car that just passed by belongs to my girlfriend. I made her angry. Can I go in?"

The security guard looked at him with disdain: "Anyone dares to claim to be Miss Wen's boyfriend? Don't you even look in the mirror? You think you're worthy?"

Don't pretend he didn't see the sarcastic remark he just made about Miss Wen being vain. Just kidding, does Miss Wen need to be vain?

The small amount from just one of their credit cards is enough to feed an average family for generations…

He despises men from humble backgrounds who have nothing but lofty ambitions.

To think you can achieve something without effort is like a toad trying to eat swan meat – wishful thinking.

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After returning home, Wen Qinghe felt nauseous just thinking about that vain scumbag.

Fortunately, she remained sober throughout, and kept their relationship at a distance, wanting to save the best moments for after their marriage.

Otherwise… she would definitely feel disgusted and want to peel off her own skin…

I'm also glad that I didn't do anything foolish in the past three years and told him about my trillion-dollar fortune.

Otherwise, what awaits her?

Will it be like in the movies, where someone kills and dismembers another person, falls from a building, gets into a car accident, or dies unexpectedly, leaving all their assets to the "phoenix man" (a man from a poor background who achieves success)?

It's so uncomfortable...

This is so damn painful.

Three years of my youth wasted...

...

Under the bright moon, Wen Qinghe sat alone on the balcony, holding a wine glass and drinking by herself.

She didn't turn on the light, letting the cool moonlight fall on her.

The moon is so round tonight, it reminds me of the poem by the great poet Su Shi.

When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the heavens.

I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace.

...

There should be no resentment, so why does the moon always seem to be full when we are apart?

...........

What was the state of mind of this great poet when he wrote this poem? People have joys and sorrows, just as the moon waxes and wanes; regrets are inevitable.

She thought she had found her soulmate.

But now she's all alone again...

I don't know if it's because alcohol makes her feel better, but she should be happy to have seen through that scumbag.

But she felt as if something was missing in her heart; for a moment, she felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on her heart.

She shook her head, and the feeling of gloom disappeared...

Looking at the empty wine glass in her hand, she staggered to her feet and returned to the sofa to pour more wine.

The wine-red liquid slowly flowed into the glass.

Her beautiful, jade-like face, like this lovely liquid, is so alluring that it makes one want to succumb.

Holding a wine glass in her slender hand, she sipped slowly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes focused, her gentleness tinged with coquettishness and a touch of melancholy.

...

Several empty bottles of expensive red wine lay on the ground. The moonlight was bright, and the French windows were wide open. Tonight, the moonlight seemed to favor her especially.

In her drunken dream, she sat on the carpet, leaning against the sofa, her soft hair spread out, unaware that her whole body was radiating a layer of white, eerie light.