My wife is in my arms

Chapter 1394 That Woman... Part 3
About half an hour later, another little girl came back. The little girl who had been shaking her father's arm earlier told this little girl something, and then they each grabbed one arm and shook it together.

The city's cold wind was still blowing.

The Spring Festival has passed, but the lingering effects haven't completely dissipated. Occasionally, one or two fireworks burst in the sky from afar. After preparing a simple meal, she began to eat.

After finishing her meal and cleaning up the dishes, she took out several large bags she had used when she moved in and started tidying them up. There were still some of her former roommate's belongings, mainly because she would occasionally come over to stay for a few days.

The wealthy have families.

It's impossible to spend a lot of time with her.

In her words, her sugar daddy was so busy that he could only keep the time to shoot her within three minutes. Every time she heard her roommate say this, she couldn't help but laugh for a long time.

Her roommate was saying that her sugar daddy's relationship was short-lived.

But it seems quite normal. Although she had never met her roommate's sugar daddy, she knew from her roommate how old he was. He was over fifty years old this year, and to put it bluntly, he could be her roommate's father.

At this age... remembering that the several high-ranking executives who hinted at her were also around this age, she felt relieved. Young and wealthy people are mostly second-generation rich kids; there are very few young people who become wealthy through their own abilities.

Even if you become a senior executive in the company, you're basically over forty. In fact, if you're only in your thirties, unmarried, and good-looking, even if you're only twenty-five, you wouldn't mind marrying someone.

After all, who doesn't want a good life?

Moreover, that's getting married, not becoming a mistress or concubine.

She first packed her former roommate's belongings into a bag, planning to call her over in the next couple of days. Before she lost her job, she could still stay there, but now that she's unemployed, renting it out would be too much for her meager savings. She couldn't very well deliberately bump into a rich man in the Repulse Bay area!

The key issue is that she doesn't know which ones are real tycoons and which ones are fake.

You should know that although this area is considered a wealthy district by many people in the city, there are also quite a few fake rich people. If you are unlucky, you might run into a fake rich person who then sets up a company as a legal representative and gets arrested before he has even worked for a few years.

So she obediently moved away from here, found a cheaper area, rented a place, found a job, and started living a simple and ordinary life.

Only a very small percentage of people become famous in the modeling and entertainment industries.

Most of them were locked in cages, becoming canaries kept by some big shot. If that was the case, they were considered lucky. Apart from not having a formal title, at least they had no worries about food and drink. However, most of them ended up sleeping with this person and that person. In the end, they not only lost everything but also contracted a lot of diseases.

Last year, a woman in her company was diagnosed with HIV... The company tried to cover it up, but you can't hide something like that forever. Because of one case, many women in the company were filled with anxiety.

It was also because of the reactions of many female models in the company that she knew that, apart from her roommates, the number of female models in this industry... well, not the industry, but the company's female models having affairs with wealthy men or having ambiguous relationships with company executives had reached a relatively alarming level.

The reason she stayed was that she felt there shouldn't be any problems as long as she wasn't that kind of person. But now... perhaps because she was forced to leave, her thoughts about this industry have become more negative. She's not like before, where she knew there were many examples around her and still held onto a glimmer of hope.

She has lived here for so long and has a particular fondness for plush toys, so much so that she has filled two large bags with them. None of them are particularly expensive; some cost a few dollars, some cost tens of dollars, and the most expensive does not exceed a thousand dollars. As for keeping the expensive ones and throwing away or giving away the cheaper ones, she is reluctant to do so.

After tidying up the plush toys.

She went into the room to start packing her clothes, but when she opened several wardrobes, she was stunned. The wardrobes were full of clothes. She always felt like she didn't have any clothes to wear and could never find anything she liked. Now she realized that she didn't have no clothes to wear, but that she just liked to buy them.

She's like a shopaholic.

Many of the clothes hadn't been worn for years; they were either faded or had color bleeding.
She took the clothes out and tossed them aside, intending to throw them into the community's used clothing recycling bin later. About ten minutes later, she couldn't continue packing because all the bags were full. Looking at her belongings, which still required more than a dozen large bags to pack, she felt like crying. Buying things was a momentary pleasure, but moving was exhausting. As for hiring a moving company… that wasn't even on her radar.

With so much wealth, it must be worth several thousand.

Before she lost her job, she could grit her teeth and spend the money, but now she can't.

She boiled some water for herself, then sat on the sofa with the hot water in her hands and watched TV. She had gone to sleep as soon as she got home last night and only woke up recently, so she figured she wouldn't be able to talk to anyone tonight.

Not long after she sat down, Bubu jumped onto the sofa and lay on her lap.

She stayed up until 3 a.m. before going back to her room to lie down. She didn't know what time she fell asleep until she was completely woken up by a knocking sound from outside. She then went out in her slippers.

As she passed through the living room, she saw that the light outside was bright, so she knew it was at least ten o'clock in the morning. As she opened the door, she said, "I was thinking of calling you in a couple of days. Since you're here, I'll take your things with me. I'm leaving..."

The words are not finished yet.

She stopped, because the person knocking on the door was not her former roommate, but a middle-aged woman who was dressed relatively fashionably, with shoulder-length curly hair and a pearl necklace around her neck.

Who are you looking for?!

she asked quickly.

"Your name is Simmons, right!?"

The middle-aged woman looked at the woman in front of her, and seeing her nod, she smiled and said, "Aren't you going to invite me in? Don't worry, I'm not a bad person."

Please come in.

Even though Xi Meng didn't know what this middle-aged woman did, she... mainly didn't believe she couldn't handle a middle-aged woman. If it were a man, she definitely wouldn't allow him into the house. After the middle-aged woman sat down, Xi Meng asked curiously, "Who are you...?"

"My name is Han Hui, and I'm Jiang Yiren's manager."

talking.

Han Hui took out her business card and handed it to Xi Meng, then said, "Do you remember the man with two girls you saw on the street the night before last?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah"

Not long after this incident, Simmons naturally remembered it.

She took the middle-aged woman's business card, and then... as if realizing something, she hurriedly asked, "Are you the singer's manager?!"

"right"

Han Hui nodded.

Looking at the disheveled woman sitting opposite her, Han Hui knew that this was another lucky one.

(End of this chapter)