Upon hearing this, Jing Shu laughed. It just went to show that one should never fear being too flamboyant or conceal too much and thereby lower one's standard of living. Life was always goading you, showing you just how inhumanly extravagant and excessively luxurious others could be. There was no "most luxurious," only "more luxurious."
My purpose in this life isn't to be ostentatious, but to ensure my own comfort. I want to live a life free from trouble, yet also unafraid of it.
"Shall we go and take a look?" Wu You'ai's eyes twinkled.
"Let's go." Jing Shu was also curious to see just how many of these outlandish, wealthy characters from the apocalypse remained.
After all, the bulk of the tidying up was done, leaving the remaining chores to Third Aunt and Mr. Jing (Jing Shu's father). Grandma Jing was busy preparing lunch, and Mr. Jing (Jing Shu's grandfather) was making folding stools from wooden planks. Everyone seemed occupied.
