My husband is very rich, but I don’t love him.
In university, he once used every trick in the book to pursue my roommate Jiang Sizhu. He sent luxury gifts one after another, and even made a grand gesture by sending nine thousand roses downstairs from the girls’ dormitory. All the girls in our dorm benefited; we carried armloads of roses back to our rooms, as if we were moving a flower bed. Only Jiang Sizhu remained indifferent. She even warned Pei Lu not to come looking for her again.
“He’s very rich and not bad-looking. You really don’t want him?”
I had a face mask on and finally asked the question I could never understand.
With such a beautiful face, she spent every day hanging around that senior who worked odd jobs everywhere.
“No way, a stuffy old bore like him? If you’re so interested, go after him yourself,” Jiang Sizhu said with disdain.
I rested my chin on my hand, thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Fine.”
“I’ll go after him.”
