Four days before Du Peiran's birthday, the wealthy Song Hongye booked a five-star luxury hotel. Since she was going to embarrass Sun Yurong, she naturally had to make it look presentable.
Du Peiran didn't really want to meet Sun Yurong, but he didn't dare to disobey Song Hongye. His wife now controlled the family finances, and his parents also sided with her. His status at home was even lower than that of the cats and dogs his children kept. He didn't dare to resist and could only obediently listen to her.
The most excited were Lü Ziqun and Song Hongye. It was only four days, but it felt like an eternity. They counted down the days, wishing it would all be over soon.
"I used to think time flew by too fast. In the blink of an eye, I was thirty, and in another blink, my child would be going to school. But now I feel like time is going by so slowly. Four days feels like four years used to drag on," Song Hongye said with deep emotion.
"Yes, time is like a Bodhisattva, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, it's never satisfying. When I was ten, I envied my older cousins who were working, because they didn't have to go to school and could earn money to buy themselves good food. I always thought that I could work too. At that time, I felt that time passed so slowly. But when it was my turn to work, I felt that time passed too fast. I didn't even get to enjoy my youth, and I'm already middle-aged. Sigh!"
Lu Ziqun sighed deeply, ultimately unwilling to accept it.
She envied Ye Qingqing's youth, her beauty and vibrancy, and how she managed to balance love, career, and looks without neglecting anything.
Actually, she also envied Sun Yurong, even though she hated that woman to death.
But she was still envious.
At least in many people's eyes, Sun Yurong is successful. Even though people talk badly about this woman behind her back and despise her for her indiscretions, many women still envy Sun Yurong.
Lü Ziqun was one of them.
After all, since ancient times, people have laughed at poverty but not prostitution. Nowadays, money is king, and no one cares how the money comes about, as long as it's not illegal. Moral standards are getting lower and lower.
Some might even say that being a mistress is also a skill; good looks are a gift from one's parents, and if you're ugly, no one will want you even if you pay them!
People no longer care about how Sun Yurong amassed her wealth; they only envy her current extravagance and carefree life. She achieved financial freedom early on, is young and beautiful, has retired from the underworld, and married a charming associate professor. She has both fame and fortune—what else could she be but a winner in life?
Lü Ziqun was actually envious.
Because she lacked the advantages to take shortcuts, and her parents didn't give her good looks—the kind of woman no one would want even if she paid them—she had to study hard and take things one step at a time. While Sun Yurong could easily achieve financial freedom, she still had to save money and was in debt, and would feel the pinch for half a month just to buy a piece of clothing that cost a few hundred yuan.
Despite her envy, if Lü Ziqun and Sun Yurong were to switch places, she might still not follow Sun Yurong's path.
Crossing moral boundaries to become a mistress is something not everyone can do; it requires immense courage. Lu Ziqun admitted she didn't have that courage, but her path would likely be easier.
Many experts have said that beautiful women and handsome men always have more opportunities in society than people with ordinary appearances, and their chances of success are naturally higher.
Lu Ziqun sighed again and said softly, "If I could live my life again, I definitely wouldn't live like a nun. I would dress myself up nicely and have another innocent romance. That way, I wouldn't have lived in vain."
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