What is the purpose of living?
To live is for the sake of living; everything else is incidental.
The conversation he had with Qin Guanglin at the fast-food restaurant flashed through his mind.
Sun Wen watched as Xu Wei took out a key, hanging from her fingertip, a struggle evident on her face.
It was her spare car, a red BMW X3, parked in the garage downstairs. She had even driven him back to his studio in it on New Year's Day.
Even with depreciation, it would still sell for at least two hundred thousand.
Two hundred thousand.
The number echoed in his mind.
"Not enough?"
Xu Wei propped her head with one hand, her long hair spreading over the bed, while she nonchalantly swung the key on her other fingertip and said,
"Then reduce it a bit. One month, be my man for one month, and it's yours."
"Why?" Sun Wen swallowed hard.
He was shaken.
Back when he was buoyant about starting his own studio, reality had hit him hard.
Money was not that easy to earn.