Chicago's Rampant Gangs

"Jon, which dress do you think looks prettier?" Marilyn turned around and asked.

Jiang Hao carefully examined the two evening gowns the salesclerk was holding up, then finally pointed to the red one. "Red suits you better. Add a diamond necklace, and it'll be perfect."

The salesclerk packed up their purchases and carried them to the car. Jiang Hao then drove Marilyn to a jewelry store. Jewelry was always a woman's greatest enemy; whenever women saw such things, they wanted to swallow them whole.

A necklace hung around her smooth neck, its diamond pendant shining with rainbow-colored light beneath the lamps. Marilyn stood before the mirror, completely entranced.

"How much?"

"120,000 US Dollars, sir," the manager said respectfully.

Marilyn's mouth fell open. Oh my God, 120,000 US Dollars. Although Jiang Hao had offered her a salary of 50,000 US Dollars, spending 120,000 US Dollars on a necklace was something she had never dared imagine.

"Fine, we'll take it," Jiang Hao said with a nod.

As she walked out of the jewelry store holding the jewelry box, Marilyn felt as though she had not walked out at all, but flown out. Oh God, she had never thought she could have a day like this too.

Perhaps she was vain, but nearly every woman was vain. It was only natural, nothing to condemn, just as nearly every man was lustful. It was human nature, something etched deep into the genes.

So if a woman loved vanity, do not judge her for it, because it was simply her nature. If you could not satisfy it, you could always leave. Love was not something that involved pity or charity, nor was it something that could be begged for. People who shared the same ideals were the best match.

Awards ceremony day.

When Jiang Hao