The Reincarnated Goddess is Fierce

1781 Take it Back (1)

The conversation between Han Jiang and Han Hui continued.

“Brother, what did you mean by that earlier…?” Han Hui had a somewhat timid look on her face.

“What did I say?” Han Jiang was puzzled.

“You know, about not taking relationships too seriously and just focusing on money.”

“Oh, that,” Han Jiang finally remembered. “It is what you heard.”

“But… Don’t you and your girlfriend get along well?” Han Hui asked.

“We do get along quite well, yes.”

“Then… Do you love her for who she is, or for her money?”

“Of course, I love her money!” Han Jiang looked at Han Hui as if she were a fool. “You’re already in your twenties, how can you still be so naive as to believe in love?”

Han Hui bit her lip, “But…”

“There’s no ‘but’,” Han Jiang shook his head. “Love is like a ghost. Everyone has heard of it, but has anyone ever seen it?”

“But there is still a lot of love in the world…”

“Okay, enough of this nonsense.” Han Jiang waved his hand. “Actually, I do believe in love. Just like now, she and I are in love! She’s beautiful, she’s rich, and she can give me what I want. I love her a lot!”

“What if she runs out of money?” Han Hui asked.

“Run out of money?” Han Jiang laughed. “That won’t happen. Her family is wealthy, after all. Even if her family goes bankrupt, she’s still a famous celeb, and she can make a lot of money.”

“So you’re just with her for her money?” Han Hui asked.

“What else then?” Han Jiang looked at her speechlessly. “If she were broke and ugly, do you think I’d still be interested in her?”

Han Jiang spoke to Han Hui earnestly, “Just put your mind at ease. Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart: men are much more practical than women! You women like to talk about love, but we’re different. We’re down to earth. As long as the woman can make our lives easier, it doesn’t matter what she looks like.”

Han Hui had a rather conflicted look.

In fact, she knew that most men were much more practical than women. It was just that Han Jiang was too blatant about it.

However, the conversation didn’t end there.

Han Jiang went on to talk about the benefits he had gained from being with Cui Tong.

The hand with which she held her chopsticks was trembling.

She had just wanted to stand up when Xia Xibei grabbed her.

“Don’t be rash,” Xia Xibei shook her head. “It’s a restaurant. We can’t be seen making a scene.”

Even if they had changed their faces, they would surely draw attention if they made such a big scene.

If people got to know that they could change their faces, it would bring even more trouble.

Before Cui Tong could cause a scene, Xia Xibei called the waiter over to settle the bill and pulled her away.

It wasn’t until they left the place that Cui Tong finally crouched down and let out the tears she had been holding back.

Xia Xibei crouched down beside her and patted her back, silently comforting her.

The passers-by glanced curiously at the scene, but no one paid much attention.

With so many people around, nobody really had time to care if strangers were laughing or crying.

After a while, Cui Tong regained her composure.

She wiped her tears away and looked at the people passing by, grateful that she wasn’t famous enough for her crying to make the news.

“Alright, let’s go,” said Xia Xibei, leading her to the parking lot.

Once they were in the car, Xia Xibei asked her, “How much have you spent on him?”

Her query put an awful look on Cui Tong’s face.