Cooking is considered by many men to be a job that men don't need to do.

But all the chefs in the hotel who earn high salaries are men.

It's nothing more than prejudice.

He doesn't think he's any worse than anyone else.

Jiang Tian messaged him, saying she had to work overtime today, so he prepared a late-night snack to welcome her.

That's what shows his dedication.

After all, Jiang Tian's feelings for him are still in a rather uncertain stage, especially since she recently asked to get a tubal ligation, which Xie Linchuan did not agree to.

Actually, he didn't disagree; he just hadn't figured out when agreeing would maximize Jiang Tian's goodwill.

Qiao Fengran was extremely puzzled as he walked out of the school.

She asked someone she knew, "Doesn't Xie Linchuan live at the school anymore?"

This familiar person is one of Xie Linchuan's roommates.

Qiao Fengran was considered a goddess in the school; many people liked her and were willing to serve her.

Upon hearing her question, the person on the other end answered enthusiastically, "Yes, he no longer lives at school, and we don't know where he lives now."

"Don't you all care?"

"Why should we care? He doesn't need us, and we don't need him."

For some reason, Qiao Fengran felt even worse—not because she was disappointed that an admirer didn't like her, but because of the sense of loss that came from not being able to utilize her resources.

Qiao Fengran's true love is naturally her boyfriend, but she will naturally make use of any resources that are available to her—isn't that what many men do?

She's just an ordinary person driven by self-interest.

"Sister, you're back?"

Back at the villa, Xie Linchuan looked at Jiang Tian, ​​who was reading documents, with some surprise.

Jiang Tian smiled and said, "Come here, I have some news to tell you."