Chapter 175

As long as you're not embarrassed, then it's others who will be embarrassed. At least, Jiang You felt a little awkward seeing his own portraits all over the wall.

Song Yun took off her mask and hat, and pulled a folding table out from under the bed with her long, slender fingers. She then thoughtfully unfolded the beef noodle soup: "Youyou?"

Her already beautiful eyes looked like those of a little fox, both harmless and dangerous.

The enclosed space, besides the overpowering aroma of beef noodles, also exudes a uniquely masculine hormone.

No matter how well-behaved and adorable Song Yun is, it cannot hide the fact that he is a tall man who is almost 1.9 meters tall.

He could easily push her down and pin her down.

"Here it is," Jiang You said, sitting down and slurping his rice noodles.

Song Yun was also eating. After a while, he was breathing heavily. Jiang You looked up at him. His lips were slightly swollen, his brown pupils were somewhat unfocused, and the corners of his eyes were red.

He looked at her, bit his lip lightly, his eyes glistening with tears, as if he had been badly bullied.

Jiang You thought to herself that the boys she had been in contact with all ate light meals. Young master Song Yun, for example, had eight cooks when he was in the hospital, not to mention several nutritionists and foreign chefs.

Soup, stir-fries, rice—each of the eight major cuisines was prepared by a dedicated person; the division of labor was incredibly meticulous. She asked Song Wenxi, "How much does this cost?"

What did the other party say? Oh, she said that her monthly income is just over two million US dollars. Her brother is still very frugal. If someone wants to eat a bowl of seafood porridge in the morning, the ingredients are freshly packaged and air-freighted over. The shipping cost is dozens of times more expensive than the ingredients. It is common for a breakfast to cost hundreds of thousands.

Song Wenxi thought that Jiang You was a traditional Chinese woman who disliked extravagance, so she praised her brother for being frugal, saying that a meal only cost tens of thousands of yuan, that he only had five or six nannies, only two drivers, and more than a dozen bodyguards.

This is just being frugal.

Jiang You then asked, "What does it mean to be unfrugal?"

Song Wenxi laughed and said, "Do you know why so many people go to America when they have money? Of course, America is a place of extravagance and debauchery, where even the air smells of financial freedom."

Jiang You retorted in a low voice, "China is also very free and very rich."

Song Wenxi chuckled and took out a cigarette, but out of consideration for her brother's beloved girl, she only held it in her mouth without lighting it.

"That's just how ordinary people think. From a social perspective, China values ​​keeping a low profile and avoiding flaunting wealth, because of concerns about public opinion, tax issues, or policy repercussions. If wealthy people have to spend money secretly, do you think they wouldn't want to go to the United States?"

"For example, Xia Yan likes to travel abroad because it's fun to spend money there."

Song Wenxi glanced at her, "Buying planes one after another, arranging limited edition sports cars in the color spectrum in the garage, owning top-tier mansions in New York, burning famous paintings for fun, having private parties on their own yachts, with Wall Street financial tycoons and Silicon Valley tech giants on board, with top American celebrities as accompaniments, and blonde bombshells from beauty pageants serving drinks, indulging in extravagance, living a life of debauchery, and partying all night long."

"Xia Yan is no good person; he's done countless despicable things. He's just as good at pretending as his brother..."

They belittled Xia Yan and even suggested he might have slept with other women, but given his severe mysophobia and fastidious nature, let alone kissing or sleeping with him, he would get angry and throw a tantrum at the slightest touch. He was just like a traditional, conservative young girl from feudal society. Although he was wild and unreliable outside, he had never actually had any scandals with women.

Song Wenxi, of course, wouldn't speak well of Xia Yan. She said, "But my brother is different. He's rich. He owns many mines in Africa and holds shares in major technology companies. This is just a small part of his wealth. But he doesn't go out and have fun. He just likes to stay at home and paint."

"By the way, that Shen Yi'an, he's quite the player. He's even more selective about women than an emperor choosing his concubines. He has a book of beautiful women in his study; it's his shopping list..."

They had a great time, and after a whole night of fun, some of their bed partners were so dizzy they couldn't catch their breath for a few days, while others had to be taken to the hospital for stitches.

Don't ask Song Wenxi how she knew; she also has a book of handsome men in her study, which is her shopping list. To be honest, Shen Yi'an doesn't know how to play the game as well as she does.

Jiang You forgot what the initial topic was. She suddenly realized that none of the men beside her had revealed their true colors.

She thought she understood the class difference between herself and them, but she didn't. She didn't understand that a breakfast costing hundreds of thousands of dollars was nothing compared to the fact that a hedge fund losing hundreds of millions of dollars was just a small amount of money.

The gap was larger and deeper than she had imagined, and there was no end in sight.

Jiang You came to his senses. It seemed that once Song Yun entered the school, he began to suffer, having to do everything himself.

She swallowed a mouthful of noodles: "If you can't eat spicy food, then don't eat it. You can buy non-spicy beef noodles."