After being lovey-dovey for a bit, the two got into the car.
Gazing at the Rolls-Royce, a car she had only ever seen on TV, Jiang Ya paused for a moment. She carefully pulled open the door and sat in the passenger seat. Then, looking over at Lin Chu, a faintly ingratiating smile crept onto her lips.
She wanted to offer a few words of praise, but she had a nagging feeling that it would just make her seem unsophisticated.
Sigh…
'This relationship… while it makes me feel incredibly sweet, it's also immensely stressful at times.'
'It feels like I'm a kept woman.'
For the past three months, Lin Chu had been transferring a fixed sum of 300,000 yuan to the hospital's account every month. Thanks to the power of money, her brother had finally woken up and was now in recovery.
And her own monthly living allowance was 50,000 yuan.
For the Qixi Festival, he even sent her a one-time payment of 52,100. Her own savings had now reached almost 200,000 yuan.
She was saving it.
