Chapter 17

A house in the capital cost me over six million.

But with the remaining three million, it’s still enough for me to buy a new house for my parents back home.

At the same time, I can partner with Ryan Stone to rent a two-story building.

And open an art training institution.

“My dad just retired this year as a calligraphy teacher from the city middle school.”

“I also have five years of experience in the education industry in the capital, so the paperwork and stuff shouldn’t be a big issue.”

“Plus, with someone’s male host skills, selling art but not himself.”

“Our training institution should succeed.”

Standing in front of the two-story building under renovation.

I raised an eyebrow and patted Ryan Stone’s shoulder, feeling a surge of inexplicable confidence.

Ryan Stone, however, looked hesitant, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

Finally, he spoke:

“You’ve got a big heart.”

“When we left the capital, I heard Julian Montgomery almost turned the airport and train station upside down.”

“It caused quite a stir.”

“It seems his dad had to step in to calm things down.”

“Aren’t you afraid…”

“Afraid of what?” I lowered my gaze and smiled, “As if he loves me so much.”

I don’t think I’m important enough for Julian Montgomery to chase me across provinces.

The so-called “don’t leave.”

It’s probably just a temporary discomfort after three years of day and night together.

Once he gets over it, he’ll naturally return to his original life.

A vibrant life without having to stick to one person.

But… that’s no longer my concern.

Ryan Stone turned his head to look at me, his eyes full of curiosity:

“Isn’t it said that Julian Montgomery spent these three years studying abroad?”

“How did you two meet?”

“Car accident, his motorcycle hit my electric bike.”

I pursed my lips, instinctively gripping my right wrist:

“He broke his leg, I fractured mine, we ended up in the hospital together, and feelings developed over time.”

“His so-called studying abroad must be just a public story.”

“Fracture?!”

Ryan Stone didn’t say anything else, his gaze swept over my wrist, concerned:

“Can you still do calligraphy?”

Tsk.

Look at this male host’s mercenary attitude!

Now that he’s invested money and become a boss, he doesn’t call me darling anymore, huh?

“I’m a bit lazy, not much for hard work.”

I pouted indifferently:

“The future of a sugar mama is poetry and distant places.”

“Once things settle here, I’ll embark on my aimless nationwide tour.”

“As for making the school bigger and stronger, that’s up to you and my dad.”

After speaking, I looked up at the newly hung sign upstairs and smiled brightly.

Deliberately ignoring Ryan Stone’s deep gaze beside me.

It’s not that I don’t understand.

It’s that I don’t want to understand.