"A man's time and money are both finite. If he doesn't spend them on you, he will spend them on some other woman."
Is that so?
However, she could no longer find any excuses to mock herself. After all, at every critical juncture, she had used Wan Donglin's money—for her mother's funeral, college, escaping Wang Xiaohao's family's threats, and even this time for her rescue and compensation. She suddenly felt depressed; Wan Donglin's shadow seemed to loom over every turning point in her life.
Whether she admitted it or not, she had always been living under his shadow—or rather, enjoying the benefits he brought, yet always shying away from facing it directly.
Will I have to rely on him for my entire life?
Or should I silently enjoy the good he has done and pretend not to know?
The person you avoid as if they were a viper happens to be the one who brings you the most benefit.
How terrifying.
That night, Wan Donglin was also in an exceptionally good mood.
