Xu Xiaoya opened her mouth wide, wanting to laugh, but no laughter came out.
"Xu Xiaoya, do you think it's funny? Let me tell you, it's not funny at all. Don't be fooled by how rich and powerful Zhou Ting is; the men in her circle aren't worth anything. Together, they're not even worth a finger of Huang Xiaojue. Sigh, if Huang Xiaojue were willing to marry me, I'd gladly live on coarse grain with him..."
"Come on, are you really the type to live on coarse grain? If that's true, why did you fight so fiercely for property in your divorce?"
"What do you know? I never loved that dead fat ex-husband. What else did he have worth loving besides money? He was into drinking, whoring, gambling, everything; he was ugly as sin, a spoiled brat, terrible character, no conscience. What else could I get from him but money? But Huang Xiaojue is different; I truly love him. If he's willing to marry me, I wouldn't mind working hard to earn money and support the family..."
