Mingzhao raised his hand and rubbed his nose. "Indeed, I have some assets." He had fallen from a powerful figure in the celestial realm to a small-time CEO in the human world, so he really looked down on these assets.
Qiao Zhen: Waaaaah, she likes me!
A billion or so is a lot of money! She'd be happy if she could save up five cents to buy spicy snacks. She decided to start hating the rich right now. Her gaze moved over the Ming family of three, making her guess which lucky little cookie would be added to her list of people she hated.
Qiao Zhen's gaze lingered on Ming Zhao. Very good, it was this little cookie. How lucky!
Mingzhao belatedly realized that Qiao Zhen's gaze was a bit strange, very eerie. "After buying a mountain of gold, the remaining money would only be enough for one breakfast."
Qiao Zhen narrowed her eyes. "Your breakfasts alone would be worth two years of my salary, wouldn't they?"
She couldn't help but start calculating in her mind. Her current monthly salary is two thousand, and it should be able to rise to five thousand in six months, and to ten thousand to twenty thousand in a year. According to this calculation, her salary in two years, excluding food, drink and entertainment, would be about two hundred and fifty thousand. If food, drink and entertainment, as well as daily utilities, were deducted, she would still have about seventy to eighty thousand.
This means that after two years of hard work, her savings were only enough for Mingzhao to have a decent meal. Qiao Zhen's face turned ashen for a moment; she didn't deserve the title of "spoiling" a man.
Waiter: [Don't be discouraged! My boss will come back in the next world, and he'll still make money for you.]
Qiao Zhen: [Okay, I'm going to cling to your boss's coattails and give him a double thumbs up.]
Waiter: [My boss doesn't watch stupid videos. You could give him a few candies, that would be more practical.]
Qiao Zhen: [Okay.]
Mingzhao could hear the voice in Qiao Zhen's mind. His expression turned sour, but he quickly regained his polite demeanor. "It's alright, I'll give you all my salary cards from now on."
Ming's mother then pulled Qiao's mother aside and began to praise the men of the Ming family, from Ming Zhao's eighty-year-old great-grandfather to Ming Zhao's three-year-old nephew.
Mr. Qiao and Mr. Ming exchanged some probing questions. Mr. Qiao was shocked to learn that Mingzhao's parents were actually the powerful figures at the top of the multinational Ming Corporation.
It's not the Ming family, it's the Ming family's superiors.
Ming's father, on the other hand, remained as steady as a mountain and as calm as still water, after all, the men in the Ming family have very strong mental fortitude.
The discussion went on until 6 p.m., with both sets of parents still talking about it.
Qiao Zhen idly fiddled with Ming Zhao's fingers. His knuckles were distinct, his skin evenly distributed—truly a man raised on a mountain of gold and silver, with such delicate skin. Unlike Qiao Zhen's rough hands; look at her hands, her right middle finger already had calluses. And her skin was very rough, appearing quite dark compared to Ming Zhao's.
The more she looked, the angrier she became. She slapped Mingzhao's hand hard, the crisp sound causing both sets of parents to stop talking and all five pairs of eyes to turn to Qiao Zhen. An awkward silence fell over the room.
Mrs. Qiao asked, "What's wrong?"
Qiao Zhen's eyes darted around a few times. "Um, it's already six o'clock. Should we cook dinner, or go out for a meal?"
Looking at the clock on the wall, Ming's mother clapped her hands. "Yes, it's already six o'clock. Let's go out for a meal. I know a restaurant here that's really good!"
“Alright, Mom, let’s pack dinner for the kid upstairs.” Qiao Zhen stood up to change her shoes, and the group arrived at the restaurant following Ming’s mother’s directions.
Ming's mother has a high EQ; you can tell from her behavior. The restaurant wasn't very expensive, and Qiao Zhen's salary was enough to afford it. In the end, the two families split the bill.
The Ming family's actions clearly expressed their attitude: they treated Qiao Zhen and Ming Zhao as equals, without any arrogance due to their income differences. On the contrary, they were very polite and knew how to consider the feelings of Qiao's parents and Qiao Zhen.
When Ming's parents went next door and Qiao's parents and Qiao Zhen returned home, the three members of the Qiao family sat at the dining table for a family meeting.
Qiao Zhen held a glass in her hand. "Dad, what do you think of Mingzhao's parents?"
Mr. Qiao nodded in affirmation. "Very good. Their manners and speech reveal their erudition and broad knowledge."
Mrs. Qiao frowned. "I didn't see that, but Xiaoming's mother seems to be very nice to Zhenzhen. But I always feel that their family is unreliable."
Mr. Qiao frowned. "Let's put aside whether it's reliable or not for now. If Zhenzhen really marries Mingzhao, their views on money will definitely be different. Will Mingzhao be able to go along with Zhenzhen and suffer with her?"
Qiao Zhen felt something was off about what he was saying. "Dad, why is it that he's the one who suffers with me, instead of me enjoying the good life with him? He's a man with mountains of gold and silver. He wouldn't just watch his wife's standard of living be so much lower than his, would he? Besides, I don't have any desire to climb the social ladder."
Mr. Qiao shook his head, letting out a long sigh. "Your social circle is different. Can he fit in with you?" His furrowed brows deepened. "Or rather, can you fit in with his circle?"
Qiao Zhen looked at her father, "You know what, I actually managed to fit in." She had traveled through various dimensions, met all sorts of people, and experienced all kinds of identities. Simply integrating into Ming Zhao's social circle was child's play. But she couldn't answer her father like that.
“Dad, I’m a designer now. I won first place in an international competition, and the company gave me the qualification to enter the competition. Although my salary is only two thousand now, I’m at least someone who’s on the international stage. So many wealthy ladies have worn my designs and praised me.” Qiao Zhen then asked another question: “Why do you belittle yourself?”
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