"I really don't understand why my parents would watch your live stream, it's utter nonsense!"
"Whether he loves me or not, I can feel it; you don't need to tell me."
"Do you think I really want to have my fortune told? I don't want to at all. I just want my parents to agree to our marriage and I want their blessing."
"I didn't expect you to take the money and then make such nonsense!"
"Consider this thousand yuan a gift to you. I will also prove to you that my boyfriend and I will definitely be happy!"
Li Xiaoran's emotions fluctuated, and she became quite agitated.
Ah, this is... hard to judge.
How long has this person been obsessed with love? Is he an old-fashioned relic? How can he be so stubborn?
Sister, don't get agitated. Master Jiang's predictions are usually very accurate. Why don't you... go back and check your boyfriend's phone again? See if he has two operating systems, a main phone and a secondary phone?
[Master Jiang is very popular; maybe her boyfriend watched her live stream and deleted the data from the other system beforehand.]
[You might as well just lock them up completely. All that advice from Master Jiang was wasted; you're completely unresponsive.]
[I'm curious how someone like you managed to get into a high-level position? Where's your brain? Just the fact that you put the house in the other person's name and they didn't object shows that guy isn't a good person. How can you not see that?]
[Exactly, what decent family would accept someone else buying their house without a second thought? Even for a down payment, it would be at least two or three hundred thousand, right?]
"Is that so? Then I respect that and wish you all the best." Jiang Yuan's voice remained calm.
Li Xiaoran hung up the phone without hesitation.
She feared that if she listened to too much of what this "Master Jiang" said, she would become like the online trolls he hired and turn into a cult.
Those online trolls believed everything Master Jiang said without question, as if they had been brainwashed.
That's terrifying.
Fortunately, she still had her senses, otherwise she would have been misled and believed what she said.
Just as Li Xiaoran was thinking, the phone rang.
Upon seeing the note, Li Xiaoran's anger subsided somewhat, and a smile appeared in her eyes.
Li Xiaoran answered the phone; she needed to hear Zhang Shenyuan's voice to feel at ease.
"Hey, sis, why are you so late answering today? Are you busy? Did I disturb your work?" Zhang Shenyuan's pleasant and sweet voice came from the other end of the phone.
Just by listening to his voice, you can imagine him with his head drooping, looking pitiful.
“The company has a new project recently, and I’m following up on it. I’m a bit busy and working overtime,” Li Xiaoran replied, her tone softening slightly.
"My sister sounds unhappy. Did something happen?"
Li Xiaoran was taken aback, then quickly replied, "It's nothing, I just ran into a swindler."
Look, Zhang Shenyuan could tell she was unhappy just by listening to her voice.
If you didn't really care about her, how could you possibly notice that she was unhappy?
That Master Jiang just can't stand to see her doing well and wants to sow discord between them.
"Sister, you weren't scammed out of anything, were you?" the person on the other end of the phone asked anxiously, calling her "sister" repeatedly, which made Li Xiaoran's anger dissipate.
“I’m very smart, I wasn’t fooled,” Li Xiaoran replied.
Consider that thousand yuan as a donation from her.
I wasn't scammed.
"It's good that I wasn't scammed."
Even through the phone, Li Xiaoran could hear Zhang Shenyuan let out a long sigh of relief, as if he himself had encountered a swindler.
How could a man who cares about her so much, a man who only cares about her, possibly be a gigolo?
The slightest doubt that had arisen in Li Xiaoran's heart vanished because of Zhang Shenyuan's phone call.
"Sister, I'm going to a friend's birthday party in a couple of days. What do you think I should give as a gift?" Zhang Shenyuan suddenly changed the subject and asked.
"Is it a boy? If so, a watch, wallet, or some brand-name item would be fine; they're usually things boys would use," Li Xiaoran, who knew a bit about this, said.
Her company deals in high-end brands and is at the forefront of fashion and trends, so she knows a lot about these luxury goods.
"I don't know much about these things. Could you please help me choose one?" Zhang Shenyuan's troubled voice came through the phone.
"I'll order a watch for you directly, it should be delivered to you tomorrow," Li Xiaoran said without hesitation, as she was used to buying things for Zhang Shenyuan directly.
“Oh, then I’ll give the money to my sister. She’s always the one arranging these things for me; I feel so bad about it,” Zhang Shenyuan said in surprise.
"Don't forget, we're boyfriend and girlfriend, what's mine is yours."
"Besides, you need to save your money for your wedding. The venue, wedding dress, banquet... all of these will cost money."
As Li Xiaoran spoke, she checked out watches for Zhang Shenyuan on the official website and then placed an order.
Zhang Shenyuan's friends are also her friends, so the gifts she gives can't be too shabby, otherwise Zhang Shenyuan will lose face.
The items are expensive, but they can also make her boyfriend look good.
value.
"Sister, you're so good to me. I'll make you some pork rib porridge tomorrow and bring it to you," Zhang Shenyuan said solicitously.
Li Xiaoran smiled brightly, "Okay."
She is truly happy now.
Inside the live stream, viewers were still indignant on Jiang Yuan's behalf.
[The more I think about it, the angrier I get! How dare that love-struck fool say such things about Master Jiang!]
When others try to help her, she always thinks they're just jealous. What can you do? You can't change her mind!
[As the host said, respect, best wishes, and a sure thing!]
[You have the nerve to say Miss Xiang has bad taste? I don't think her taste is any better.]
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