That was his rule. He was the master of his own territory.
Yan Xixi listened very carefully. What is considered pleasing? And what is not? Would he eventually get bored, find a random excuse, and kick me out penniless? What could I do to him then?
Rich people are often wealthy because, in crucial moments, they are even more miserly than poor people.
With a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, he gently stroked her black hair. "Xixi, do you know why I chose you instead of a woman like Xu Xiaoya?"
"I saw it when you stopped Xiaoya from taking photos to post on Weibo. HAHA, women like Xiaoya are a dime a dozen. They’re dim-witted and vain. Once they gain any advantage, they’re like mice that have stolen oil, boasting everywhere. They can easily become a disaster for men if one isn’t careful. Women should read more books. Otherwise, when they start acting foolishly, the consequences are endless..."
Dryly, she retorted, "Mr. Wang, you flatter me. I haven’t read that many books."
Enthusiastically, he asked, "Xixi, do you know what kind of person I like the most?"
"The people I love the most are liars!"
She didn’t answer, but he didn’t care, contentedly expressing, "Xixi, let me tell you, my favorite people are liars. The most outstanding people in the world are often liars. Top-notch politicians and businesspeople are all deceivers. As the saying goes, ’all warfare is based on deception.’ Whether it’s on the battlefield or in the marketplace, strategic ingenuity is valued. Now, think about it: what does ’deception’ mean? What does ’strategic ingenuity’ mean? To put it bluntly, they’re just upgraded versions of lying. Petty thieves, pimps, fallen women, and the like end up in the lowest social stratum simply because they lack intelligence. Liars, on the other hand, if their luck turns, might just soar to success. You’ve been a tea-house shill and a bar promoter for two years, conning dozens of men. Although you’ve faced danger several times, you’ve always managed to escape unscathed. That’s quite remarkable..."
At that moment, he reached for a nearby document bag and opened it.
Yan Xixi felt a jolt in her heart upon seeing it.
It was her college transcript.
"Xixi, impressive. You were admitted with the third-highest score in your department, weren’t you? Although you only completed a little more than two years of university, your grades each semester were all A’s. Your overall average ranked first. Your advisor still sighs regretfully when mentioning you today. She said you didn’t need to drop out at all. If your mother hadn’t been such a burden, your prospects would have been limitless! It’s not just her. Even I feel it’s a great pity for you..."
She remained silent while he gazed at her face, as smooth and pale as mutton-fat jade, repeatedly marveling inwardly, It’s rare enough to be this beautiful, but to also excel in studies to this extent—isn’t that even more remarkable? Perfect beauty! Perfect intelligence! How terrifying! Most people assume beautiful women don’t focus on academics, which is why female PhDs are often stereotyped as unfeminine figures. Little do they know that beauty also has its tiers. Those of merely average appearance who consider themselves great beauties naturally don’t possess much intelligence. However, those who possess true, perfect beauty rarely feel the need to flaunt it.
"Xixi, that’s why you can be a con artist, while Xu Xiaoya and her ilk cannot. They lack the requisite intelligence, so they can only descend into prostitution, with no hope for their future..."
Getting by with their looks is always easier than with their brains.
Yan Xixi gave a bitter smile. Is this supposed to be a compliment?