Tang Zhiyu was utterly crushed by Fu Zhiman's mockery, but he still argued unwillingly, "You went to such lengths to scheme against your mother just to obtain her property and business. How much nobler are you than me?"
"I may have approached your mother with an agenda, but I never intended to harm her. Even if it started with seduction, it might well be love now."
"You act every day until even you believe your own performance."
Fu Zhiman sneered. "I dated more than thirty girlfriends abroad. I could see through the true colors of most of them at a glance. Do you know how?"
Tang Zhiyu shook his head helplessly, indicating that he did not.
Even though Tang Zhiyu considered himself irresistibly charming, he did not even dare imagine having more than thirty girlfriends.
It was only 1991. If you had more than thirty girlfriends, you would have been shot long ago.
Fu Zhiman said with a cold laugh, "For someone to want to spend my money, she must first have money of her own to spend. She has to be able to afford her own expenses before I can willingly spend on her."
"A person needs the ability to live a wealthy life on their own before they are qualified to speak of love with another wealthy person. Otherwise, when the two are together, one of them is a beggar with their palm held upward.
"If a woman emptied her savings to buy clothes and bags just to please me, or usually drove luxury cars and stayed in luxury hotels, then she might win my love for a time. But that kind of love would not last, because that was not her normal way of life."
Fu Zhiman tapped Tang Zhiyu's "English-Chinese Dictionary" with his finger and said