If you tell Mingzhao to be pretentious, then Mingzhao really is pretentious. Mingzhao bought a house downstairs and provided it for Ming's mother and father to live in, and Qiaozhen moved next door to live with Mingzhao.

Three couples are living together.

As the weather turned colder, Qiao Zhen became less restless and focused on her work. In contrast, the wealthy Ming Zhao was much more leisurely. While Qiao Zhen was drawing on a drawing board, Ming Zhao rested his head on her stomach, holding a book in his hands.

Turn the page and take a look at Qiao Zhen.

Qiao Zhen had no choice but to put her work aside. She lowered her head and kissed Ming Zhao's cheek. "Sweetie, go make dinner. I'll be here for a while."

"Alright." Mingzhao was dissatisfied with Qiao Zhen's perfunctory attitude, but she couldn't bear to let Qiao Zhen go hungry, so she could only get up, put the book casually on the low table, and go into the kitchen to make dinner.

After Mingzhao went into the kitchen, Qiao Zhen looked away. She looked at the drawing in her hand and was thinking about something else. Her purpose in working was to help support her family, but now that Mingzhao was there for her, could she quit her job and spend more time with Mingzhao?

Qiao Zhen doesn't insist that women must be self-reliant or able to support themselves. She only seeks stability, and on that stability, she can enjoy food, drink, and entertainment.

When Mingzhao came out to get the fruit plate from the low table, he saw Qiao Zhen deep in thought. He couldn't help but feel a little flustered. Based on his past memories, Qiao Zhen's deep thoughts were usually not good things.

"Juju, what are you thinking about?" Mingzhao's fingers tightened slightly around the fruit plate, without him even realizing it. He even controlled his breathing when he asked.

Qiao Zhen looked at Ming Zhao and noticed his cautiousness. She couldn't help but feel guilty. She took Ming Zhao's hand and smiled reassuringly, "I'm wondering if I should quit my job. I only worked so hard before because I was short of money. Now that you support me, why should I work so hard? The most important thing about being a good girl is to be happy!"

Mingzhao's eyes lit up with joy, and he hugged Qiaozhen, "Okay, let's resign now!"

He hugged her a little too tightly, so Qiao Zhen could only wrap her arms around his neck, nuzzle his cheek, and shake her head. "No, I've already finished more than half of this job. How can I be willing to give up halfway? I'll resign after I've finished everything I have and handed over my work properly, okay?"

"Great!" Mingzhao was as happy as a 200-pound child. This was the biggest step Qiao Zhen had taken towards him, how could he not be happy? He was practically bursting with joy!

Qiao Zhen was busy with her remaining work, and Ming Zhao stopped bothering her intentionally or unintentionally. After Qiao Zhen resigned, he would have plenty of time to bother her.

Mingzhao has been planning something else recently, and he'll take advantage of Qiaozhen's busy time to do it. When Qiaozhen has some free time, Mingzhao will also have some free time, so the two of them will have a lot of time alone together.

In December, as the weather grew colder, Qiao Zhen finished her work and submitted her resignation. Director Shen even gave her special instructions, but Qiao Zhen wasn't just changing jobs; she was going to marry into a wealthy family and become a rich wife!

She tidied up her desk, carried the cardboard box back to Jiayuan, and found that Mingzhao wasn't home. There was only a rabbit-shaped sticky note on the dining table: "Waiting for you at Shenghua at 8 PM tonight. —Mingzhao."

Qiao Zhen set off at 7 p.m. and was stuck in traffic for nearly 45 minutes. She took the elevator upstairs and happened to see Zhou Ruoyun, who was working as a waitress. No matter what Qiao Zhen did in front of Zhou Ruoyun, Zhou Ruoyun would probably think it was an insult.

But the insult was clearly self-inflicted by Zhou Ruoyun, so no matter how much resentment she felt, she couldn't do anything about it.

Zhou Ruoyun held the plate in her hand. The guests at Zuihuaxuan were asking for the food to be served as soon as possible, but if she missed the elevator, she would have to wait a long time. She bit her lip, pretended not to know Qiao Zhen, and lowered her head as she entered the elevator.

Qiao Zhen didn't intend to pay any attention to her.

Even though they were only the two of them tall in the elevator, Zhou Ruoyun couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark, "Your life has been much smoother since I left, hasn't it?"

Qiao Zhen raised her hand to brush away the strands of hair that were obscuring her eyes. "Even if you don't leave, my path will be smooth sailing. Did I climb to the top by copying you? I earned it through my talent. I've worked hard and steadily, what does that have to do with you?"

Zhou Ruoyun's face flushed red and then turned pale. She had caused so much trouble, even regarding Qiao Zhen as a thorn in her side, but the other party didn't care about her existence at all. "How can there be no connection? Director Shen favors me. Even if you were brought in by President Ming, you would still be overshadowed by Director Shen."

"Really?" Qiao Zhen asked indifferently. "Director Shen is optimistic about you, or your talent. I think you need to think carefully and not put the cart before the horse."

"bite."

Just then, the elevator arrived, and Zhou Ruoyun left before Qiao Zhen could, to which Qiao Zhen simply smiled and ignored it.

Zuihua Pavilion is the most expensive private room in Shenghua, costing tens of thousands of yuan per night. The dishes Zhou Ruoyun is carrying also cost tens of thousands of yuan, clearly indicating that there are wealthy and powerful people in Zuihua Pavilion. Zhou Ruoyun cheered herself up; as long as she could hook up with one of them and get her back into the design industry, she was sure she could make a comeback!

With a polite smile, Zhou Ruoyun pushed open the door and deliberately swayed her large buttocks as she entered.

Mr. Qiao was a little unhappy, "Some of the waiters here are... lacking in manners?"

Mingzhao frowned almost imperceptibly. "We don't need waiters here. Bring up the rest of the dishes as soon as possible."

Zhou Ruoyun nodded politely, "Okay." Her gaze lingered on Mingzhao. This man was dressed head to toe in designer brands, including some she didn't recognize. As a designer herself, she knew that some very wealthy people only wore specially designed clothes, which made her even more determined to seduce Mingzhao.

"Sir, is there anything else you need?" Zhou Ruoyun asked seductively, her face turned toward Mingzhao, so no one else could see her expression.

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