When Xie Qingyu called Yan Zhen, her first words were: “Aren’t you a drunkard? Haven’t you always loved your wine like your life? Why did you suddenly stop wanting it?”
Yan Zhen’s voice was filled with shock.
After all, she had tried to get two more bottles of wine from Xie Qingyu before.
But this woman, as if wine were her obsession, refused to give more, no matter what, practically trampling on their friendship of years.
Then, for some unknown reason, that day, she suddenly asked Yan Zhen to pick up two bottles back.
Xie Qingyu gritted her teeth in anger.
“I really love wine, but my little brat made me throw up my wine.”
“She! Made me! Throw away my wine!”
When Xie Qingyu said this, she felt like vomiting blood.
She repeated the same words twice.
Yan Zhen could already feel her raging anger.
She couldn’t help but chuckle: “Your Zhuzhu is really a little ancestor. Did your wine offend her?”
Xie Qingyu smiled wryly, “She had a dream. She dreamed that I spent too much money and drank too much, and then I got sick and had no money… So she told me to drink less and save more.”
Yan Zhen was slightly speechless.
But after a moment, she suddenly agreed with Zhuzhu’s words and joined in persuading her.
“You really need to change your lifestyle. Besides, with your income and expenditure going out the window, you should at least learn how to manage your finances.”
The mention of financial management angered Xie Qingyu.
“I once tried to learn how to play the stock market, but I lost everything.”
Yan Zhen was silent.
“There’s more than one way to manage money…”
But after thinking about it, she decided that with Xie Qingyu’s intelligence, it would be better not to fool her into mismanaging her finances. She was just a young lady who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun, and had never experienced any hardship.
She suggested: “Why don’t you buy some more gold… Your appreciation level should be pretty good.”
After all, Xie Qingyu has good taste in wine.
Yan Zhen had been working at the winery for several years and often had to ask her husband about things she didn’t understand. Xie Qingyu, who was born into a family like that, married and now lives a much more affluent life, had tastes beyond the reach of someone like Yan Zhen, who grew up in humble circumstances.
“Besides, aren’t those anchors and bloggers quite popular now? You might as well give it a try.”
Speaking of this, she’d tried it before when she was bored.
But…
Xie Qingyu said, “Forget it. If I run out of money someday, I’ll just sell all my houses.”
“When I divorced, I got a good share of that bastard’s money. Who’s as lucky as me…”
Xie Qingyu’s voice was tinged with laughter.
Yan Zhen remained silent.
She didn’t think that Xie Qingyu was very happy.
A truly happy and prosperous girl shouldn’t be like this.
Yan Zhen is not a person with a positive attitude, and she feels that Xie Qingyu is not like that either.
Even though she does have money.
Xie Qingyu arranged a time with Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen asked her husband to drive with Chongchong over to pick up the wine. She has been busy these past few days.
The appointment time is the day after tomorrow morning.
Xie Qingyu told Zhuzhu about this.
Zhuzhu was still a little worried and asked, “Why come the day after tomorrow? Can’t you come today? Can’t you come tomorrow?”
Xie Qingyu squinted at her and said, “Do you think adults are as idle as you? If you don’t believe me, go to the kindergarten and ask Chongchong tomorrow.”
Chongchong is Zhuzhu’s good friend. He is a boy, about the same age as Zhuzhu, and is Yan Zhen’s son.
Zhuzhu thought for a moment and said, “Okay, I’ll go to the kindergarten and ask Chongchong tomorrow.”
Really asking…
Xie Qingyu really had a headache.
She felt that she had lost all trust in her daughter.
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