After the betrothal gift negotiation collapsed, I turned around and married a wealthy man.

"Oh, it's okay. It's not me getting married, so I don't mind." Jiang Wang picked his nose and said nonchalantly.

Lily twitched her lips. She still wanted to say something about the convoy, but since Wang Ye was here, she couldn't say it.

Anyway, WeChat has been added, so just take your time.

Jiang Wang took the beautiful woman beside him and left. Lily stared at his retreating back with a somewhat sad expression.

She didn't think anything wrong about Jiang Wang, because she was self-aware. She knew that Jiang Wang looked down on her, and that a rich second generation like him changed girlfriends just like changing clothes. She was not naive enough to fantasize about Fei Shangzhi. The head turns into a phoenix.

It was all a teenage fantasy, but now that she is in her 20s, she knows that the money in her hands is real.

So she will not challenge this kind of rich second generation. Her goal is Qin Ce from beginning to end.

It's not that she wants to win over Qin Ce, she has a long-term plan, and she will rely on Qin Ce to become rich and powerful in the future.

Lily has always lived soberly. What she wants is money, and it has always been money. Love and everything else are fake.

Of course, if someone like Wang Ye is good-looking, treats her well, is easy to handle, and has a big boss like Qin Ce behind him, she will naturally be willing to get married.

"Then let's go back too?" Wang Ye said.

Lily nodded, then she grabbed Wang Ye and said, "By the way, don't worry about the hotel and the motorcade just yet."

"Why?" Wang Ye looked at her puzzled, "I've already contacted you."

Lily glanced at him with disgust, "What kind of fleet are you looking for? Buick Toyota, the best one is just a Mercedes-Benz and BMW, and the average price is only 500 yuan a car."

Wang Ye scratched his head and sighed: "Our budget is not enough..."

"It's okay. Isn't this ready-made?"

"Where did it come from?"

Lily smiled and said, "Jiang Wang just now, he must know many rich second generations, and he has many cars. When the time comes, we will directly build a fleet of luxury cars."

"Isn't this not good?" Wang Ye's face looked a little unhappy.

No matter how promising he was, he still wanted to save face. If he wanted to get married, he would have to beg someone else, which he couldn't do.

"What's wrong? Isn't he Qiao Xing's friend? Then he can be considered our friend after all, right? What's wrong with doing a favor between friends? It's really about saving face!"

Wang Ye was choked. Who wants to save face?

There's nothing wrong with the fleet of cars he rented. She had to have a fleet of luxury cars. She was the one who wanted to save face, right?

"Can anyone help?"

"Why not? Just leave this matter alone and leave it to me." Lily brushed her hair impatiently, picked up her bag and stood up and said, "Okay, go back, and leave the hotel alone. Save it." With that money, you can buy some better cigarettes and wine, and book a better banquet, do you hear me?"

"Oh."

Wang Ye still felt uncomfortable. She went to find Jiang Wang. Why was he feeling so awkward?

But looking at Lily's determined look, he knew he couldn't persuade her, so he just had to be honest and obedient.

He didn't want to get to this point and still quarrel over such nonsense, so he quickly got married so that he could give the old couple a blowjob.

After Qiao Xing came out, she took a taxi directly to the vegetable market. The vegetable market here was a bit far away, and she was not familiar with the route if she rode an electric bicycle.

She calculated that it would be uneconomical to take a taxi, so she might as well buy it directly in the community.

Qiao Xing carried the vegetables back, and Qin Ce was already at home. Among the four rooms, he had reserved a separate study room for himself.

Now he doesn't have to work in the bedroom until midnight every day, which is inconvenient and disturbs Qiao Xing's sleep.

Qiao Xing finished cooking and went to the study to call him to eat. After calling him for a long time and getting no response, she opened the door and went in.

Sure enough, he resumed the video conference again, wearing headphones and didn't hear her knock on the door.

Qiao Xing stood at the door and made a gesture to him to indicate that he was ready to eat.

Qin Ce nodded. He said another French sentence to the video, then hung up the video, closed his notebook, stood up and walked out.

Today is the second day after they moved in, and the family is actually sitting in the new house having dinner together.

The old man was very happy and even ate half a bowl more rice.

After finishing the meal, Qiao Xing took the initiative to clear away the dishes.

The old man was unhappy. He glared at Qin Ce, "What are you still doing here?"

Qin Ce was stunned, "Then what should I do?"

The old man hated iron and said with a straight face: "When people cook, shouldn't you help clean up the dishes? You just sit here like an old man. What the hell, you really treat your wife as a servant." ?”

Qin Ce twitched the corner of his mouth and subconsciously glanced at the kitchen, "She won't let me help."

"You won't do it if I don't ask you to help? What else is help?? Is this your home? Aren't you supposed to do these housework?"

"..." Qin Ce couldn't refute.

The old man snorted coldly and lowered his voice and said: "Don't tell me anything about hiring a servant. You have to act yourself. You don't have the conditions to hire a servant now, so just do the housework for me honestly, day by day. Not like a man!"

Qin Ce frowned, his mind filled with questions.

If he doesn't just do housework, why is he not a man?

"What are you looking at! Why don't you go quickly?" The old man waved his cane and almost knocked it off.

Qin Ce sighed, stood up, and poured the leftovers on the table into the trash can.

Just when Qiao Xing came out and saw him, she hurriedly ran over to stop him, "What are you doing?"

"It's down." Qin Ce looked matter-of-fact.

"There's so much left to eat, why did you pour it out? Give it to me." Qiao Xing snatched the leftovers from his hand, ran to get the plastic wrap and sealed it, then put it in the refrigerator. With.

Qin Ce stood there blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Qiao Xing said: "These dishes will be hot and edible tomorrow. Don't throw them away. We eat them ourselves and they are not dirty. Besides, we have to save money now to pay off the mortgage."

Qin Ce watched her busy expressionlessly, watching her put all the leftovers in the refrigerator, and the ones that had a little bit left over, she poured them into another plate and put them away.

Are they already so poor?

Qin Ce looked at the old man again.

The old man shrugged, as if to say he deserved it, then picked up his crutch and returned to the house.

Qin Ce looked at Qiao Xing with a complicated expression.

Qiao Xing seemed to see his resistance, and she added: "Don't worry, I will take these leftovers to the company to eat tomorrow. If I don't give them to you, I will make them again tomorrow night."

On the floor they moved to, the company bought a microwave, and now they can bring their own meals.

"you……"

Qiao Xing smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. I made more on purpose and prepared to take it to the company tomorrow."

"Look, let me do the math for you. When I eat out at noon, the cheapest meal is 25 yuan. If I save it, I can save more than 100 yuan a week, or 500 yuan a month. It’s enough for us to buy groceries for a month, and a few thousand yuan a year is our monthly mortgage payment.”

Qin Ce stared at her constantly opening and closing lips, and suddenly remembered the last time she bargained with someone in the vegetable market over fifty cents.

He couldn't describe this feeling, but he really felt the meaning of the word 'life'.

Hearing what she said, he even felt that time had slowed down. He was busy every day in the company, and time always flew by.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that making so much money seems to be just for the sake of making money. Work has become a part of his life, but he has never lived seriously.