Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Breaking Up Over “Money

Yang Yingying was worn out physically and mentally handling these complex relationships. The love he always shouted about, which was once her favorite paradise, has now become a curse that weighs her down.

Her personality still isn’t strong enough. Exhausted from dealing with things, she prefers to avoid them, putting all her energy into her work.

Mu Ran, who leisurely plays with his phone, fulfills his promise to buy, buy, buy for her.

So, while at work, Yang Yingying received 100 expensive bags, a car, and a house amidst everyone’s envious gazes.

Yang Yingying was dumbfounded.

She thought Mu Ran was just saying it, who would’ve thought he’d actually buy them.

When she called him, she laughed sarcastically, “Sis, are you trying to keep me?”

“Will you agree?”

“Yes, yes, I agree.” Yang Yingying nodded repeatedly.

“Join me for dinner later, I need to attend a kindergarten event now.” Mu Ran’s biggest challenge at the moment was how to toss hoops onto a Strawberry Bear.

“Alright, be busy.”

Yang Yingying hung up the phone and spun joyfully in her chair. She wasn’t very good at accepting kindness from others, let alone having millions thrown at her.

But it’s Mu Ran, she wouldn’t feel undeserving.

She’d think how lucky she was to have such a good friend.

The phone rang again, and Yang Yingying thought it was Mu Ran calling with more sponsorship details, but the screen showed her “darling husband” — Qiu Wenguang, which she hadn’t had time to change.

“Do you need something?” Yang Yingying’s tone became cold and distant.

“Yingying, you know I love you.”

“Our love was perfect when we hadn’t faced anything. When I did encounter trouble, I didn’t ask you for help, but at the very least you could’ve respected my choices and listened to my needs, even that you couldn’t do.” The frustration made her want to cry as she gripped the chair’s armrest with her fair skin starkly revealing tense veins, and her eyes turning red out of anger, “I know they approached you, causing you trouble, but you could’ve discussed with me how to deal with them. Yet, you didn’t, and chose the way I dislike the most!”

“Yingying, I just thought giving money to parents is the right thing to do. Even if we as children have endless grievances with our parents, talking things out solves everything. Besides, I’m the son-in-law; if I treat your parents poorly, you wouldn’t have any face either. If you dislike me interacting with your parents, I’ll keep my distance, okay?”

“What do you mean ’talk things out and it’s fine’!!!” Yang Yingying went crazy. He was pampered by his parents growing up and didn’t understand the feeling of being treated less favorably by parents at home.

Her brother always had birthday cakes from childhood to now.

Her birthday cake, till today, she never had one.

At home, she worked non-stop, while her brother went out to play, having pocket money while doing so.

Even when she humbly pleased her parents, all she got was criticism for being immature. She was like an old ox, every drop of her blood squeezed dry for them, then only would they be satisfied.

She worked as a variety show director, always hiding it from her family and had told Qiu Wenguang not to casually talk to her family nor reveal her occupation to them.

Yet he insisted on saying!!!

Still putting her down, saying he loved her so much and she was never satisfied.

At that moment, Yang Yingying was truly heartbroken.

These days she calmly tried to find a reason for a complete breakup with Qiu Wenguang, hoping it wouldn’t affect her.

But, every time she heard him speak, she couldn’t suppress her rage, a fire burning within her chest was uncontainable.

“Yingying, don’t be angry…” Qiu Wenguang softly tried to appease her.

Yang Yingying lifted her water cup, drank, and glanced at the bags all over the floor, her anger suddenly dissipated: “I won’t get angry now, especially not today.”

“Why?”

“Because my bestie bought me hundreds of bags worth over a hundred thousand, bought me a two-million sports car, and a thirteen-million house. Tell me, how could I be angry? You kept saying you love me, and I’m curious, can you give me that much?” Yang Yingying walked to the bags.

Her small face had bright almond-shaped eyes, the smile gradually shimmering: “The bags look really good, and have great collectible value, this texture is perfect, it seems like this one’s limited edition, Mu Ran managed to buy it through her sister-in-law’s channel, you know, she’s so good, I’m so blessed to have such a wonderful friend.”

“She…”

“Seems my boyfriend never gave me anything, I used to not mind, thinking love means everything is mutual, but turns out it’s not entirely true. Do you know, my friend’s boyfriend just started his business, yet gave her several billion already, just as pocket money, never flaunted it. I was so good to you, if it were you, I’d probably have to kneel and thank you every day.” Yang Yingying chuckled, “There’s a difference, huh.”

“I…”

“Can you? Didn’t you say you love me? Can you give me one-fifth of your assets, I don’t want much, just one-fifth.” Yang Yingying held the bag as she stood and placed it in the sunlight, the arc of the sunlight’s refraction stunningly beautiful, her heart raced rapidly, so beautiful, a once unattainable beauty.

“Yingying, I can’t transfer cash flow right now, give me a moment, and I’ll send you the money.” Qiu Wenguang sweated bullets internally cursing Mu Ran and her partner, “Yingying, you weren’t so materialistic before!”

“I am now.”

Yang Yingying suddenly realized how stupid, utterly foolish she was, always contemplating how to break up appropriately.

Turns out, the answer was one word—money!

How hilarious indeed.

Bitingly satirical, her supposedly perfect love was merely a man treating her as a legal plaything, coaxing and teasing but never holding her dear.

“How much do you need.” Qiu Wenguang still didn’t want to give up on Yang Yingying, solely her connection with Mu Ran made her valuable.

“Your company’s worth five billion, right? I don’t need a lot, just give me fifty million. Wouldn’t you say you don’t have it?” Yang Yingying looked at the property deed and car keys again, her lips uncontrollably curving upwards.

Ah, ah, ah, her bestie was the best.

Happy~

“Yingying, I need to innovate now, requiring a large sum, it’s not doable, give me some time, okay?” Qiu Wenguang swallowed, fifty million, is she brain-damaged?

Yang Yingying probably wouldn’t generate fifty million in value for him.

“For how long, you tell me how long? I’ll wait for you.”

“…Roughly…” Qiu Wenguang started to stutter indecisively.

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