The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 219: Not Pitying You, But Must Pity the Money2_1
Even the taxi driver in the front row started laughing, "Miss, what you’re saying is completely wrong. If he hasn’t spent any money on you, there’s no ’cost’ to him if he dumps you. He could do it easily without a second thought about the consequences. But if you make him spend hundreds of thousands, or even millions, on you, could he leave you then? Would he be willing to? It would kill him inside! Even if he doesn’t care about you, he’d care about the money he’s spent. Get it? My wife is very bossy. We’ve been married for over twenty years, and I’ve had to put up with her attitude for all that time. But I’ve never dared to divorce her, not even thought about it. You know why? Because she manages all our money. If I divorced her, I’d walk away with nothing. Besides, who knows if another woman would be any better? She might just be another tigress..."
"Xiaoya, you hear that? HEH HEH."
The taxi driver chuckled, "My daughter got engaged last month. We asked for 120,000 in betrothal money. Her future father-in-law hemmed and hawed about it. I lost my temper right then and there. If he paid one cent less, the wedding was off. Do you think I actually want this money? We’re just going to save it all for my daughter as her dowry. But this money, you have to take it. It’s non-negotiable. If you don’t, your in-laws will think you’re offering yourself up for free, that you’re desperately throwing yourself at them. How would you have any status in their family after you marry then?"
Xu Xiaoya could not help laughing either.
Only then did Yan Xixi let out a sigh of relief. She was worried about Xu Xiaoya’s personality. To put it kindly, Xiaoya was kind and virtuous; to put it bluntly, a bit clueless. Why had Xiaoya’s luck with men always seemed good? Because men knew they could benefit from being with her. Once one’s initial views on choosing a partner are formed, they tend to attract the same type of scumbags thereafter.
As soon as they got out of the taxi, Xu Xiaoya’s phone rang. Zhou Xiaoxuan’s voice was loud, practically yelling at her, "Xu Xiaoya, what were you thinking? How could you offend my friend like that? He graduated from a prestigious university, he’s tall, he’s a civil servant, and he owns a house! He was very sincere about courting you, but you humiliated him like this. No wonder you’re destined to be single forever! He just called me, absolutely furious, blaming me for introducing him to such a woman..."
Apparently, the civil servant had felt humiliated by the suggestion to split the bill and, after recovering, had immediately called Zhou Xiaoxuan to complain.
Xu Xiaoya quickly apologized repeatedly, "I’m sorry, Little Xuanyuan... I’m sorry..."
"What good does apologizing to me do, Xu Xiaoya? What’s the point of you hanging out with someone like Yan Xixi? Think about it, you’re almost thirty, a true ’leftover warrior’! Who would still want you? But it’s different for a thirty-year-old man. As long as he has a house and a car, plenty of younger girls will be flocking to him, whether he’s thirty or forty. This was a wonderful opportunity for you, and you completely ruined it... It won’t be easy to find a man with such good qualifications next time... Such a waste..."
Before Xu Xiaoya could respond, Yan Xixi snatched the phone, "Zhou Xiaoxuan, I’m sorry, but I was the one who insulted your civil servant friend. It had nothing to do with Xiaoya. That jerk you introduced—the one who only orders vegetarian dishes when he’s paying but suddenly develops a taste for pork ribs when a woman is footing the bill—is he really your friend? TSK. Zhou Xiaoxuan, it seems I really overestimated your taste.
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"And you listen to me. Stop introducing any riffraff to Xiaoya. Xiaoya has her own house, her own car, a high salary, and a respectable job. Forget a minor civil servant, she’s good enough for a King! And stop going on about ’leftover women’ all the time. What do you mean, ’leftover women’? Leftover my ass!"
