That was his rule. He was the master of his own territory.
Yan Xixi listened very carefully. What is considered pleasing? And what is not? Would he eventually get bored, find a random excuse, and kick me out penniless? What could I do to him then?
Rich people are often wealthy because, in crucial moments, they are even more miserly than poor people.
With a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, he gently stroked her black hair. "Xixi, do you know why I chose you instead of a woman like Xu Xiaoya?"
She didn't respond.
"I saw it when you stopped Xiaoya from taking photos to post on Weibo. HAHA, women like Xiaoya are a dime a dozen. They're dim-witted and vain. Once they gain any advantage, they're like mice that have stolen oil, boasting everywhere. They can easily become a disaster for men if one isn't careful. Women should read more books. Otherwise, when they start acting foolishly, the consequences are endless..."
