A three-nothing youth, dumped by his girlfriend, flees the city to open an inn in Dali.
As his business is difficult to develop, he experiences a pure love story of red and white roses, with ...
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Lu Jia wasn't lying to me; there really was 2.15 million yuan in this card. This was the first time I'd ever carried so much money. I just walked numbly from one street to the other.
Finally, I sat down on a bench. Opposite me was a Hermès flagship store, filled with all kinds of women's bags, a dazzling array that was hard to look away from.
After sitting there for a long time, I finally went into the store and, to the sales clerk's surprise, picked out a women's handbag worth over 120,000 yuan...
I gave this to Ye Zhi; it's a way of putting an end to things... Please follow the author's personal WeChat official account, Tank's Bookstall, reply "playlist" to see the complete playlist for this book, reply "Sisi" to see pictures of the main characters, and participate in more activities to interact with the author.
Proving yourself doesn't necessarily mean owning a Vacheron Constantin watch. Life is bound to have regrets, and not everyone can live as flawlessly as Lu Jia.
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Finally, night fell. I wrapped myself in my thickest down jacket, grabbed my new handbag, and went to the Bund before Ye Zhi. She said she would arrive around 10:30, but it was only 9:30 now.
I strolled along the riverbank by myself. Here I saw the prosperity of the city and the lights I loved... I often wondered what kind of jobs those people who could afford to buy a house here had and what kind of lives they led.
I thought they were all doing quite well because they were all so rich. Until one day, I learned that Yang Sisi had also bought a house here, and I overturned this assumption because I knew that Yang Sisi was not doing well. She was not as clear-headed as Lu Jia... She was like a very strange flower, with petals of various colors, yet she did not spread or branch out.
(End of Chapter)