Many women, exhausted from their demanding careers, share a common dream: that one day, after a hard day’s work, they will meet an outstanding man. He’s confident, mature, humorous, and very caring. You fall in love. He tells you, "Stop working. I’ll help you open a coffee shop!" And just like that, your life transforms. You spend your days in a charming café, exploring the art of coffee and desserts, and you start believing in love again. Then, you discover your boyfriend has already opened a dozen or so coffee shops...
Thinking of this joke, she smiled. Had Wan Donglin already opened a dozen or so boutiques, too?
She speculated that, given his past history of womanizing, a dozen might not even be enough.
As she stepped inside, Xu Xiaoya’s face lit up. "Xixi, you’re here! Perfect timing! I’m off tomorrow and was going to ask you to hang out. Since you’re here now, let’s look at the accounts first..."
Without giving her a chance to protest, Xu Xiaoya pulled her into the office and took out the account book. "Quick, look! It’s only been a few months, and I can hardly believe how well the business is doing. Xixi, look at our turnover—it’s soaring! It’s almost reached fifty million. We have many major clients, all introduced by Young Master Wan. Young Master Wan is really great! I checked the rankings earlier; the highest annual turnover for a single store of this brand in the country is just over three hundred million. See? After a year, our store might even break that record..."
Yan Xixi was taken aback.
"Are so many people really into luxury goods?"
"Xixi, you’re out of touch. Do you have any idea how profitable those high-quality replicas are? Jewelry, designer bags—they’re always a woman’s favorite. Anyone who can afford it, who wouldn’t want to buy a nice bag?"
Xu Xiaoya continued, talking a mile a minute, "I used to know this woman who earned only two or three thousand a month. To buy an LV bag, she borrowed 6,000 yuan from a male coworker. When she couldn’t repay him, she just slept with him for a month. She even thought it was worth it and flaunted it everywhere."
Yan Xixi was silent for a moment, then took the account book and began to review it carefully.
"Mr. Wan said it’s entirely up to you how the profits are divided and when. Xixi, you’re the big boss. You make the call."
"Don’t we need to deduct costs?"
Xu Xiaoya paused, stunned, then said awkwardly, "Well, Mr. Wan didn’t say anything about deducting costs."
Yan Xixi wanted to remind her, but the words died on her lips. Instead, she said, "Xiaoya, you take your share first."
Xu Xiaoya’s eyes lit up. "This much for me? Xixi, what about yourself?"
"I’ll let my share accumulate for now; I won’t withdraw it yet. But, Xiaoya, I have to remind you: this money is for you to use yourself. You absolutely cannot give it to anyone else again."
"Don’t worry, I won’t be that foolish again."
Still, Xu Xiaoya couldn’t help asking, "How have things been between you and Young Master Wan recently?"
Wan Donglin hadn’t shown his face for nearly half a month again. Had the sights of Man City become too captivating, or had he gone off with Zhou Ting to cultivate their relationship somewhere else? The rightful source is ɴovelfire.net
She just smiled and didn’t answer.
Xu Xiaoya sighed deeply. "Xixi, it was such a shame about the child last time. But you need to seize the opportunity and have a son for Young Master Wan. In prominent families like theirs, sons are valued the most. Once you give birth to a son, your position will be as solid as a rock..."
See? Even Xu Xiaoya knew. The only thing that had tied her and Wan Donglin together was that child—and now that the child was gone, there was no longer any compelling reason to insist on staying together.
Besides, even if she hadn’t lost the child, who could guarantee it would have been a son?