It's true—not everyone in this world lives a sweet life.
Men and women alike want a better life.
Some might call these women gold-diggers.
But really, it's just a process of selection.
Money is a quantifiable thing; it can be exchanged for every kind of resource.
A beauty's looks are like someone else's job skills: if you're highly capable, you can trade that ability for a high-paying position.
A beautiful woman is herself a resource, so she can trade her looks for other resources.
So what counts as Gold-Digging?
If you earn plenty but marry an eighty-year-old millionaire just to get richer, that's Gold-Digging—money is all that matters.
A beauty is the same: she simply wants the best choice within the range she can reach.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Flip the genders: if a crowd of women chased you, you'd pick the prettiest, best-qualified one too.
Men love to label women who pick rich guys as gold-diggers.
But turn it around—someone like Xia Meng, from a broken home with a grandma who needs huge medical bills—how many men would marry her?
Most wouldn't, even if she's gorgeous.
Choosing her means pouring time and money into her birth family.
Walk in their shoes: men and women are the same.
They just weigh their options from different angles.
If you swapped these women for men, they'd be no different from Qin Fen and Wang Congcong—
just using another path to meet people above their own level.
To climb out of their original class, see a bigger world, make more money.
Only women often have to trade their bodies for those resources.
Watching Xia Meng speak so righteously, Jiang Cheng laughed in helpless resignation.
This Girl sure has her eyes wide open.
If she'd faced him in this state the first time they met,
he might have snapped her up on the spot—but taking her now isn't too late either.
And, truth be told, she's exactly his type.
Though he itched to bury his face in the "facial cleanser" in front of him, Jiang Cheng still put on airs: "So, do you still want to stick with me?"
Xia Meng blinked at the question, hope flashing in her eyes as she shot back: "Would you want me?"
Reading that hope, Jiang Cheng smiled. "Not like I couldn't keep you."
"Really?" Xia Meng hadn't sat down; she'd been standing beside him feeding him bites.
Now, hearing his words, she excitedly flung her arms around his neck.
Jiang Cheng's vision went black as a familiar milky fragrance slammed into his face.
A few seconds later his sight cleared.
Mm. Savoring the faint sweet scent in his nose, he silently gave Xia Meng a thumbs-up.
Looking at the other women—each a different type—Jiang Cheng finally understood.
It isn't that the rich are players; it's that once you're rich, people line up to let you play.
Qi Yuan, gone for more than half an hour, strolled back in high spirits.
Seeing him sit down looking unsatisfied, Jiang Cheng teased, "That was quick."
Qi Yuan leaned in and whispered, "Didn't use a raincoat."
"Seriously not afraid?"
"I read her medical report. Heh, and she's already been tied."
Jiang Cheng shook his head at the naiveté. "I admire you no-umbrella guys—be careful."
Grinning, Qi Yuan said, "No worries, she's very considerate. They even offer after-pills here—great place, lots of fun."
He then turned to Qin Fen. "Old Qin, I heard you need a membership to get in?"
Qin Fen answered at once: "Right now we have over eight hundred members—big-shot tycoons from everywhere or rich kids like us."
"There are tiers. The basic one costs 120k a year and you must show assets above five million."
"Next is Platinum—250k annual fee, financial assets of 15 million required."
"For Diamond, like us, no fee, but it's invite-only with limited slots."
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