Chapter 20: All our family money is kept by my wife
Jing Zhuo's eyes moved slightly, and he responded to her indifferently.
"Maybe."
Song Xi continued to support her chin and said, "But you are much richer than her. That pigeon egg diamond ring is too expensive. Are you from a wealthy family?"
Jing Zhuo paused as he forked the steak.
"Not really, just a small amount of money," he said.
“How humble.”
Under the candlelight, Song Xi's eyes twinkled, revealing a naive cuteness that was not usually there.
"You are so rich, am I going to become a rich wife?"
Jing Zhuo's eyes couldn't help but soften a little.
"Do you like being a rich wife?"
He put down his knife and fork, got up and went to the study. After a while, he brought out a safe and placed it in front of her.
"These are my personal assets, equity dividends, real estate..."
"The password has been changed to your birthday. Now everything is in your hands. You can quit your job and spend money as you please every day, just like your best friend."
Song Xi: Huh???
"Don't you want to be a rich wife? This is the life of a rich wife."
Jing Zhuo said, "If you need anything else, you can tell me and I will do my best to help you."
Just so...casual?
She just made a joke. This man moved out all his assets?
Song Xi felt that she must have drunk too much and was suffering from delusional disorder caused by drunkenness.
She shook her head like a rattle.
"No, no, I was just joking. I still have to go to work and pursue my career."
Jing Zhuo: "Do you like going to work?"
"I love making money." Song Xi explained to him seriously, "A woman without the ability to make money is like a ship without a sail. The slightest bit of wind and waves will kill her. It's very miserable."
"So a person must have the ability to earn money, and then buy a house to shelter themselves from the wind and rain, only then can they have confidence!"
After listening to these words, Jing Zhuo was silent for a long time, and then felt depressed.
He heard everything her ex said today. It turned out that Song Xi followed Zhang Hening to live in Beijing every summer because she didn't have a decent home.
He closed the safe and pushed it next to her.
"Then from now on, my wife will be in charge of our family's money. Please save some for me, okay?"
Song Xi listened to this and accepted it very enthusiastically.
"Okay, I'm good at saving money, trust me!"
In the candlelight, her eyes were bright, like shining hope.
Jing Zhuo looked at them for a long time and couldn't help but compare them.
Zhang Hening is a negative example. When she was young, she relied on her parents. When she grew up, she relied on her brother. After she got married, she relied on her husband. When she got old, she relied on her children.
How on earth did she manage to make such an amazing friend?
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After dinner, Song Xi offered to wash the dishes but was stopped by Jing Zhuo.
Actually, there is no housework. Just put the used plates and bowls directly into the dishwasher.
Jing Zhuo didn't let her do this little chore, he just cleaned it up himself.
Song Xi had drunk some wine and still felt a little dizzy. She took out her pajamas and went to the master bedroom to take a shower.
The phone was on the table, vibrating.
Jing Zhuo cleaned up and looked over when he heard the sound. A long string of notes flashed on the screen: "The most adorable and sweetest He Ning in the universe."
Why did she call again?
Jing Zhuo frowned and picked up his phone.
At this time, Song Xi came out of the shower, and Jing Zhuo handed her the phone with a normal expression.
"Someone called you."
"Who is it?"
"Your best friend."
"oh oh……"
Song Xi took the phone, dialed He Ning's number, wiped his hair, and went back to his room.
She didn't even look at Jing Zhuo.
The living room became quiet and deserted, with only her faint rose scent lingering in the air, a scent that belonged only to her.
Jing Zhuo sat on the sofa, his face gloomy and his breath held back.
He really couldn't understand what Zhang Hening had to talk about with others in the middle of the night.
It seems that I am still too idle.
He took out his cell phone and dialed the number of Special Assistant Chen.
"Tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock sharp, I want to see Zhang Hening's clock-in record in the office."
"Find her more work to do, supervise her closely, and don't let her make phone calls or chat during work hours."
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