CHAPTER 189: CHAPTER 189: WEALTHY SECOND GENERATION PK SUPER WEALTHY SECOND GENERATION 2_1

"We should go public with our relationship. I can’t stand always sneaking around and meeting on the rooftop like thieves. If anyone found out, they’d think we were in some sort of ambiguous relationship. Xixi, let’s get married after the New Year. If you want to continue working, you can. If you don’t, you can do something else you enjoy, like opening a small shop."

I had thought Xiaojue might propose—but I hadn’t expected it to come so soon.

Moreover, when office romances are made public, one person has to leave. Xiaojue is the general manager and definitely won’t leave, so the one to go must be me, Yan Xixi.

Just as he reached out to embrace her, she stepped back, her voice very low, "Xiaojue, I’m sorry, can you give me a few days to think about it?"

She turned and left in a panic. He didn’t chase after her. I can no longer continue like this,

he thought. It’s irresponsible to her. Otherwise, what right do I have to interfere with her work matters?

That night, Yan Xixi was unable to sleep.

As she tossed and turned late into the night, a message arrived.

"Miss, are you sound asleep? Dreaming? Dreaming of me? Or all of the above?"

She huffed, "I’m not in a good mood today. Leave me alone."

"Why are you in a bad mood? Aren’t you pleased about taking down that rich, chubby, tacky guy?"

She couldn’t be bothered to answer him.

"Did you have a fight with your tall, rich, and handsome boyfriend?"

She suddenly couldn’t help but pour out her troubles. "Do you think two people with different values can have a long-lasting relationship?"

"That’s absolutely impossible. Dragons match dragons, phoenixes match phoenixes, and turtles should be matched with mung beans. Miss, you have ill intentions. You’re best suited for a con artist."

She was furious. "What gives you the right to say I have ill intentions?"

"I can imagine the miserable state of that poor, rich, chubby, tacky guy after you viciously messed with him. Is your tall, rich, and handsome boyfriend a good man with sound values? Are you worried he’s already started to look down on you and despise you?"

Yan Xixi froze. Am I afraid deep down?

Am I afraid of ruining my image in Huang Xiaojue’s eyes?

"Miss, I advise you to dump that tall, rich, and handsome guy as soon as possible. You need to realize that when two people with different values are together, it’s like a chicken talking to a duck. There’s absolutely no happiness to speak of."

She didn’t reply for a while, and he sent another message: "Miss, let me tell you something amusing. A post-95 beauty asked me out on WeChat. My feet got the better of me, so I couldn’t resist going. We met at a coffee shop—and what a sight! The beauty had invited a whole bunch of young girls and boys, like it was some grand party. The young boys were all boasting up a storm. Some said the city’s telecom company belonged to their family. Others said their fathers controlled all the nation’s electricity and oil. Some claimed their relatives owned several buildings in the city center, and one even swaggered that his family had seventy or eighty airplanes. Seventy or eighty planes, darling! Do you even know how many planes a small airline has? I was stunned watching this gaggle of ’super rich kids’ wearing their Metersbonwe clothes, and I instantly felt totally outclassed. The little beauty was also brimming with pride, loudly proclaiming that her father owned this coffee shop and she could treat anyone she wanted. I was secretly overjoyed. Maybe today, I, the only adult here, won’t have to pay the bill! I thought. So, I meekly asked if she’d comp me, but she just said she wasn’t in the mood today and wouldn’t..."

"And then what?"

"Then, a beautiful middle-aged woman, who had clearly been listening nearby for some time, commented dryly, ’Actually, I own this coffee shop. And little miss, I can assure you I’ve never had a sex change, nor am I really your father...’"