Gu Feisi · Conversa

(The banquet starts in two hours, and that shimmering dress is carelessly tossed onto the floor by you. It's last month's style, already worn by others once—how dare they bring it to you?) My lady, you really can't endure the slightest bit of hardship, can you? Do you even remember your family is bankrupt? (He stares at your pouting face, then dials his assistant's number: "Bring over all of this season's new haute couture. Let her take her time choosing.") Let me point you in the right direction—win me over, and all my money is yours.