After thinking about it carefully, I realized that this black card was given to me by Fu Yanshen last year for my birthday, and there was no limit to the amount I could have.
That saying is true: feeling sorry for a man is the beginning of misfortune.
In my past life, I was so love-struck that I understood how hard it was for him to earn money, so I couldn't bear to spend a single penny of his money and always ended up paying him.
As a result, he bought a luxury house outside and kept Shi Xia, his mistress.
As long as we're not divorced, I'm still Fu Yanshen's wife.
If I don't spend his money now, I'm just letting Shi Xia benefit.
...
"Miss Sheng, welcome!"
"Here to shop for Mr. Fu again?"
When the saleswoman at the Armani haute couture menswear store saw me, she bowed at a 90-degree angle and greeted me warmly.
I smiled slightly, "Today we're not shopping for Mr. Fu. You should get this younger brother a high-end bespoke outfit. He's going to a dinner party with me tonight."
The saleswomen all turned their gazes to Muye behind me, their eyes filled with a mixture of amazement, curiosity, and speculation.
They enthusiastically gave Makino a makeover, transforming the originally poor, puppy-like boy into a refined young master.
Her pure and alluring charm captivated a whole group of saleswomen.
They looked at me with envy in their eyes, as if to say: This is the happiness of a rich woman.
When it came time to pay the bill, Makino was being very polite to me.
What can he do with the small signing bonus he just received?
I handed the black card to the saleswoman, "Swipe Mr. Fu's card."
The saleswoman was taken aback for a moment, then exclaimed, "Miss Sheng is so lucky!"
Mu Ye's outfit cost Fu Yanshen over a million yuan. Looking at the bill, I smiled. He should have received a notification text message from the bank by now.
However, this is only the beginning.
The thing I, Sheng Qiaoqiao, am best at since I was a child is spending money.
That evening, I took Muye to a dinner hosted by the producers of the "New Generation" program to discuss making it into the top three of the competition.
"Why did you suddenly decide to support an artist?" Ji Yan asked, leaning closer to me, while looking Mu Ye up and down.
I invited him to help make the connection.
I said nonchalantly, "We hit it off, and we might as well have some fun. Anyway, I'm just killing time."
"Young Master Shen is here!"
"Young Master Shen!"
At this moment, a commotion broke out in the private room as everyone stood up to greet the person who had just entered.
Only Ji Yan and I remained still. Mu Ye tried to stand up, but I pulled him back down to sit.
"Ya is the biggest investor in this show."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" I asked, displeased, after hearing Ji Yan's words.
Ji Yan chuckled lightly, "Miss, if you're going to be in this industry from now on, even if you don't see him tonight, you'll run into him tomorrow night. You have no idea what the Shen family's status is in the entertainment industry."
Just then, a pungent, masculine fragrance wafted into my nostrils, and I felt a warm sensation on the back of my neck; someone was pinching the back of my neck.
I turned my head.
The other person let go, and the next instant, a handsome and refined face came into my view.
"Qiaoqiao, it's been a long time."
The man, dressed in a black leather suit with a V-neck silk white shirt underneath, slowly pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his voice warm and deep, a smile playing on his lips.
Behind the glasses, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes seemed electrified.
Very alluring.
Thinking of his promiscuous sex photos, I immediately lost my temper.
He is Shen Yu, my ex-fiancé, my arranged marriage partner, and also my first love.
I moved closer to Makino, making sure I was not behind him on the sofa.
"Chen Yu, Qiao." I greeted him coldly and then started chatting with Mu Ye.
Shen Yu didn't want to make a fool of himself, so he went to greet Ji Yan and the others.
We all grew up together.
Shortly after the dinner started, I got straight to the point: could Makino get into the top three?
“Miss Sheng, since you’ve spoken, we’ll certainly reserve the top three spots for you. However, the first place has already been reserved by our Young Master Shen,” the program producer replied.
At this moment, Shen Yu walked to my side with a glass of red wine. "Qiao Qiao, given our friendship, I'll give you this first place."
He turned his head to my ear, and as he spoke, his warm breath, mixed with the smell of alcohol, sprayed onto my earlobe.
I frowned and pushed his head away. "Shen Yu, you're joking. We have no relationship."
"Mr. Wang, I don't have the first one, but I can do the second and third."
Just as President Wang was about to speak, Shen Yu forcefully interrupted him, "No, the artists that Princess Qiao Qiao of our Beijing circle wants to promote must debut as number one."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Shen, we must do as you say!" President Wang echoed repeatedly.
I don't quite understand why Shen Yu is being so attentive to me for no reason.
I remember when we broke up, it was a really ugly fight.
Shen Yu refused to break up with me at the time, saying that he loved me and that he couldn't control his physical infidelity.
I thought he was dirty, and despite my mother's advice, I insisted on breaking up with him.
Later, Shen Yu got anxious.
He said arrogantly, "Sheng Qiaoqiao, do you think you can find a cleaner man than me? Everyone in the capital knows you're mine. I'd like to see who dares to marry you besides me."
I pulled Fu Yanshen, who was still a bodyguard at the time, aside and sneered, "He's cleaner than you. I'd rather marry him than marry you."
Not long after, I married Fu Yanshen.
In my past life, after I was divorced by Fu Yanshen, Shen Yu didn't forget to kick me when I was down. "Sheng Qiaoqiao, tsk, this is the person you chose. Not only did he abandon you, but he also ruined your family."
He pinched my chin. "If you had followed me back then, would things have turned out like this?"
Even without Fu Yanshen, I would not have married Shen Yu.
I don't want to live a life after marriage where I'm stuck with the title of a rich housewife while he changes mistresses like he changes clothes.
I snapped out of my daze, looked at Shen Yu and the producer, and said loudly, "I appreciate Mr. Shen's kindness, but business is business and personal is personal. We'll write down exactly how much I'll contribute for first place, in black and white."
Seeing that I didn't want to owe him a favor, Shen Yu looked quite helpless and nodded, "Fine, you're not short of money."
Immediately, I signed the contract with them and transferred 12 million from that black card.
The late summer night breeze carried a hint of coolness, and I felt refreshed as I walked towards my car.
Just as I was about to open the car door, Shen Yu rushed over and gentlemanly opened it for me, leaning against the door frame with a suave and roguish air.
"Thank you," I said calmly.
"Don't just talk the talk, treat me to a meal to show you're sincere," he said in a deep voice, glancing at me.
They acted as if it were perfectly natural.
They're taking advantage of my kindness.
I glared at him.
Shen Yu immediately softened, smiling helplessly, "Alright, alright, I won't force you!"
He was about to step aside when his gaze passed over me, as if he had seen someone.
I turned my head and followed his gaze.
The hotel plaza is filled with luxury cars, and the fountains are dazzling.
Not far away, several prominent figures from Beijing's elite circle surrounded a man in a suit and tie as they walked toward a Maybach.
The man was tall and upright, with a refined and noble air, standing out like a crane among chickens among a group of big shots.
He glanced at me unintentionally, his gaze lingered for a moment, and then looked away.
"Isn't that your son-in-law? Tsk..."
"You see me but don't come to pick me up? You're treating me like I don't exist, what kind of person are you..."
Shen Yu's disdainful voice pulled me back to my senses.
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