Zhou Jian'an straightened his back, thinking to himself that his experience and knowledge were indeed far superior to that of this naive young boy.
"So he doesn't care about your feelings?"
"There's a bit of that. He's very generous to me and loves spending money on me, but he often neglects me and only thinks about himself. I'm not sure if our personalities are compatible. Sometimes, people who can be friends can't necessarily be lovers, and I'm afraid I'll regret it."
Zhou Jian'an could sense Jiang Yu's struggle, and he inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that Jiang Yu hadn't fallen in love with the rich second-generation, so he still had a chance.
Although he is twenty years older than Jiang Yu, he is a wealthy and mature man who can provide Jiang Yu with financial security, engage in deep conversations with her, take care of her emotions, and pamper her. He is the most suitable person for Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu smiled shyly at him, a little embarrassed.
“Brother Jian’an, I didn’t mean to bring you any negative emotions or to pour out my troubles to you. I’m just feeling a bit down lately and don’t know what to do, so I’m telling you my troubles.”
Zhou Jian'an shook his head tolerantly, "Xiaoyu, we are friends. Why should friends care about these things? I know you are a good girl and I hope you are doing well. I hope you don't choose your life partner casually. You have to be responsible for your own life."
Jiang Yu smiled bitterly, “Brother Jian’an, you don’t know, my family isn’t very well-off. My parents hope I can send more money home to help my younger brother build a house and find a wife. All the money I’ve earned from working has been sent home. My parents hope I can find a rich man in Gangcheng to help support the family.”
"This is not an excessive request. Xiaoyu, you are beautiful and have a great figure. You should find a good man who will cherish you."
On Jiang Yu's excessively beautiful face, an unprecedented sadness was revealed.
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