“Lu Jingyao, how could I have given birth to such an idiot? You don’t need to go to the beauty salon anymore. All your bank cards are frozen. Go out and find a job.”
Lu Jingyao never expected that by simply saying one more thing, she would lose her allowance and her future carefree life.
It's too late to regret it now.
“Dad, you can’t be so biased, only listening to Lu Zhiwei’s side of the story…” Lu Jingyao tried to take Lu Yunsheng’s arm to see if there was any room for negotiation.
Lu Yunsheng forcefully shook off her hand: "Useless! Go back to your room and reflect on your actions."
...
upstairs.
After taking a shower, Lu Zhiwei sat at her desk and looked at her face in the mirror. It seemed that, just as that bastard Shen Jinmo had said, she had become ugly.
A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit; trouble comes from the mouth. Today she has learned her lesson.
Turn on the computer and list the Shuiyun Bay property on a second-hand housing website for public sale.
I had just filled out the form and submitted it.
The house was snatched up in a second.
In the blink of an eye.
The house in Shuiyun Bay has a good location and luxurious decoration, and it's not expensive, so it's not surprising that it's popular.
But the thought of giving away the marital home she had lived in for three years to someone else left Lu Zhiwei with an indescribable feeling.
She opened the private messages and initiated a conversation with the person who bought the house: "Hello, did you buy my house?"
"Hmm." The other person only replied with one word, looking very aloof.
Do you want the furniture inside? If not, I'll send someone to clean it out.
No need.
Lu Zhiwei glanced at the concise words in the chat box, then closed the chat window without disturbing the buyer any further.
After selling the house, Lu Zhiwei checked the surge in her account balance.
So she sent Luo Wuyan a WeChat message: 【Come with me to the orphanage tomorrow to donate money.】
Since she was going to donate money, she had to meet with the director in person and ensure that every penny was used accurately and without error for the orphans.
"How much are you planning to donate?" Luo Wuyan replied.
【Donate+】Lu Zhiwei quickly typed a string of numbers.
Luo Wuyan counted the zeros on the screen, her face mask falling off: [Weren't you going to use this billion to find a son-in-law? Don't tell me you're planning to recruit one from an orphanage, Lu Zhiwei, you beast! You wouldn't even spare such a young child?]
Lu Zhiwei suddenly admired Luo Wuyan's imagination; no wonder she was an artist.
But thinking about it, it doesn't seem like a bad idea. My perspective broadened instantly: [Yes, a husband needs to be cultivated from a young age. A husband you raise yourself will always be more considerate than one raised by someone else.]
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