Hong Kong celebrity Ms. Jiang Xibao's mother, Jiang Yongli, was a flight attendant when she was young, and later worked as a ground attendant, and then worked at the ticket office at the airport. She had said this to Xibao before she died.
Jiang Yongli: "Daughter, if someone throws you with a banknote, kneels down, and picks it up one by one, it doesn't matter, when it is related to your food and clothing, a little self-esteem is nothing." ”
With a roar, Jiang Xibao threw a large handful of banknotes on the ground.
Jiang Xibao hysterically shouted at her blood father: "You pick it up! You pick it up! Didn't you ask me for fifty thousand Hong Kong dollars?
I just threw it down, not only fifty thousand. Pick it up, you just pick it up, it's all yours. ”
Xi Bao's father was embarrassed: "Xi Bao! Stop insulting me like this, I'm your father! ”
Jiang Xibao looked at the frustrated man sarcastically: "Oh, you are my father?" Sorry, I thought you were my creditor. Mr. Creditor, I don't seem to owe you anything, do I? My surname is Ginger, and my mom's surname is Ginger! Have you raised me for a day? Why did you come to the door, and why did I give you the money? ”
Xi Bao stepped forward and walked out of the door, "Mrs Simpson (Mrs. Simpson), send the guest!" ”
When Xi Bao returned to the study, her father was gone, and there was not a single banknote left on the floor, even behind the chair and in the corner of the carpet.
That night, someone took her hand and comforted her.
Xun Cunzi sighed softly, "Xi Bao, why do you have to do this?" Horizontal vertical to give him money, simply do a little more beautiful. ”
Jiang Xibao: "Mr. Xun, you just saw me lose my temper, you don't know what kind of suffering I suffered...
When I was seven years old, my mother paid the gas bill, bought a gauze skirt for me to wear, and at night she was cut off with gas, so she had to eat cold...
When my mother handed me that one-way ticket and asked me to come to London, I didn't even have a thick coat..."
Xun Cunzi: "Well, Xi Bao, with me taking care of you, you will never suffer again..."
This year, Ms. Jiang Xibao, a famous Hong Kong woman, was 26 years old, and her mother had just died, so she ran away with a banknote to find her father who asked for money.
This year, Jiang Xibao was a first-class student at Trinity College in Cambridge, and he lived a life of luxury to the point of outrageous in Britain.
Wearing a diamond ring the size of a mahjong card, she lives in a whole-story house with a garden, drives a Zanchen Healy sports car to school, pays tuition with the whole cash, and buys all the reference books on the book list.
Her parents were poor, how did she live like this?
And the old man who held her hand, comforted her, and cared for her all her life, what did it have to do with her?
Let's pull the story back to five years ago, when Jiang Xibao was 21 years old, and something big happened in her life.
She met Xun Conghui on the plane, and then she received an invitation from Xun Conghui to go to Xun's house to a party. It was then that she discovered that the Xun family was probably one of the richest in Hong Kong.
At this party, she met her wise father, Mr. Xun Lao, and unexpectedly, Mr. Xun Lao asked her to be his mistress, and Jiang Xibao agreed.
When Xun Conghui learned that her girlfriend had become her father's mistress, she became angry: "Jiang Xibao, do you know what I regret the most in my life?" On that trip back from London to Hong Kong, I shouldn't have sat in the second class, and I thought that since I was a student, I should be simple. If I had sat in the first place that time, you would never have seen me. Jiang Xibao, you are a prostitute! ”
Jiang Xibao smiled contemptuously in return: "Of course I am a prostitute." Because your father was a client of prostitutes. ”
Xun Conghui: "You! ”
That day, Xun Conghui broke the wine glass on the coffee table.
Jiang Xibao: "Once I was ashamed of my wisdom, because she was the only person who did not mean to me, now it is different, she scolded me, and my shame has been compensated."
The more the people of the Xun family panic about my existence, the more consolidated my position is, and if I do not understand this simple logic, what laws are I still reading in Cambridge? ”
A simple and kind rich woman like Xun Conghui can never imagine what kind of person Jiang Xibao is. At the age of thirteen, Xibao learned to make the boys pay the bills, she knew that she was beautiful, and as long as she was more flattered, the boys would willingly spend money for her.
At the age of eighteen, when she arrived in London, she had only three hundred pounds on her body, not even enough to live for a week, but Xibao survived, and she not only survived, but also went to Cambridge.
Xun Conghui did not know that this girl from a single-parent family who had no one to take care of her had exhausted all kinds of methods she could not imagine in order to survive.
After Jiang Xibao took Mr. Xun Lao, he left the young man who had paid her tuition without a trace. She had prepared herself, single-mindedly intending to be Mr. Xun's mistress, since he had paid so much money.
But she lived alone for four months, never seeing the man who bought her. Until one day, when she got out of class, there was a black Bentley parked next to her Zamchen Healy.
Xi Bao's heart beat.
With a soft sound, the black Bentley opened the car door,
Jiang Xibao patted it in surprise: "Mr. Xun! ”
Xun Cunzi: "Xiao Bao! ”
Jiang Xibao then shouted, "Mr. Xun! ”
Xun Cunzi: "Xiao Bao..."
Xi Bao sobbed on his body, like a wronged child.
Wait for Xi Bao to wipe away his tears and save his posture: "Is the homework okay?" ”
Speaking of schooling, Jiang Xibao was full of spirits: "Then it is still necessary to say!" It was unbelievably good. ”
Xi Bao said excitedly while driving: "Tonight we drink Fragrant White Dan, and I have been saving this bottle of wine for more than a month." If you tell me you're not available, I'll drive this car into the Cam River, and we'll all end up together." ”
Xun Cunzi: "It is really my blessing to be able to die with you." ”
When they returned home, they talked and were very affectionate. Jiang Xibao thought that he was finally here. Be sure to do everything you can to please him and let him stay here.
An old man and a young man laughed in the living room,
Xun Cunzi: "That year, I was only fourteen years old, and I had a lot of Peking Opera fans at home..."
Jiang Xibao: "Ah! What an early morning! Half a century ago yay! ”
Suddenly quiet, the atmosphere became very awkward
Jiang Xibao: "Xun... Mr. Xun, that..."
Xun Cunzi: "Yes, it was too old, half a century ago." ”
Xi Bao inadvertently said a sentence that poked at the fact that Xun Cunzi was already a remnant of the wind candle, and Xi Bao sensitively found that after this sentence, the atmosphere of harmony and joy no longer existed.
Xun Cunzi: "Xiao Bao... Today, I still have something to do. London, on the other hand, was waiting for me to go over for a meeting. I'll go first. ”
Jiang Xibao: "Mr. Xun, you... Don't you stay? Stay and have a drink..."
Xun Cunzi: "Next time..."
This night, Xi Bao sat alone in the library for a long time.
Jiang Xibao: "I am also the person who was conceived and born in October by my mother, just like Xun Conghui, but how did I fall into the position of selling my self-esteem for a living?"
Is it more money, or my self-esteem?
In the end, Xi Bao convinced himself: No, I don't hate Xun Cunzi, he has given me enough money, he has the right to do this to me. ”
Xi Bao waited bitterly for many months until she got used to this lonely day and thought she would never see Mr. Xun again. At three o'clock that night, a black shadow appeared in front of Xibao's bed.
Xun Cunzi: "Don't be afraid, it's me." Now that the plane has arrived, I want to come and see you. ”
Jiang Xibao: "So late, which plane did you take?" ”
Xun Cun: "Sit in your own jet plane, six seats." ”
Jiang Xibao: "Cambridge has a private airport?" ”
Xun Cunzi: "Why not?" ”
Jiang Xibao: "Oh my God, you came here on a private plane just to..."
Xun Cunzi: "See if there are any men in your room." ”
Jiang Xibao: "You don't believe I will be faithful to you?" ”
Xun Cunzi: "Since ancient times, young girls have not been faithful to rich old men. ”
Jiang Xibao: "You don't want to sleep with me?" ”
Xun Cunzi: "No. Po, I don't want to. I don't dare undress in front of you. ”
Jiang Xibao: "If you are afraid of embarrassment, I can turn off the lights." ”
Xun Cunzi: "Even if the lights go out, you can still feel my loose muscles." ”
Xi Bao froze. The man bought her, but didn't use her at all. The bed was so warm, but at four o'clock in the morning, he talked to his twenty-one-year-old mistress about the great truth of life.
Xun Cunzi: "I am not so upside down on your flesh, a woman's body is easy to get, I hope that in the future you may be able to love me a little." ”
In the long days when Mr. Xun did not appear, Xibao met the German Hans, a professor at Cambridge and a neighbor of Xibao, who met by riding horses.
On this day, in his country hut, Hans noticed a necklace worn by Jiang Xibao. Hans took out a picture book and turned to one of its pages.
Hans: "Did you see this necklace?" Your necklace is exactly the same, it must be a replica. ”
Jiang Xibao hesitated: "Probably... May not be a copy. Who is this beauty? ”
Hans: "Dubéry, mistress of King Louis XV of France." ”
Xi Bao turned the pendant on the necklace over, and there were several letters on it: duB, which is the abbreviation of Du Belle's name. It turned out that this necklace was the priceless antique.
Jiang Xibao suddenly understood Mr. Xun's intentions, gave her this necklace, and told her that his favorite mistress was her.
But now, Jiang Xibao seems to have fallen in love with Cambridge Professor Hans.
Jiang Xibao: "Mr. Xun, thank you for the necklace, I didn't know it was Madame Du Baili's thing." ”
Xun Cunzi: "How do you know now?" ”
Jiang Xibao: "Someone told me." ”
Xun Cunzi: "A German? Hans von Essenbeck? ”
Xun Cunzi; "If you go to see him again, don't blame me for being ruthless, I'll shoot him out of the brain!" You will soon understand that I am not threatening you. I'll do it myself. ”
Jiang Xibao seemed to hear a joke and giggled: "Kill for me?" You won't. ”
A gunshot rang out,
This morning, Mr. Xun asked Jiang Xibao's neighbor Hans to go fox hunting. The maroon horse Hans was riding lost its front hoof and quickly knelt down, and Hans rolled in the mud. His face was facing the sky, his eyes were wide open, looking at the sky in disbelief, and he was dead. Xi Bao held his head, and his gloves were covered with blood and brain plasma.
Xi Bao collapsed: "You killed him... You, you killed him... He didn't even touch me! ”
Xi Bao is sick. She had a fever for many days. A stranger went to jail for the murder of Hans, but Mr. Xun was safe. At this time, Xi Bao vaguely felt that not long ago, the death of her mother who had jumped off the building and died might also be related to Mr. Xun.
Jiang Xibao: "I still gave up my Cambridge degree, in fact, only one year, I can get it." But what do I want a degree for?
When you have enough money, you will find that the struggle is meaningless.
I've always wanted a lot of love. If there is no love, a lot of money is also good. My mother has long told me that a woman who is determined to get some money at the age of eighteen will always succeed, and she is determined to be early. And I did.
The death of my mother, the death of Hans, let me know, from now on, I am homeless, have nowhere to go, and can not fall in love with anyone else, I, XiBao, the only thing I can love, is Mr. Xun.
What I sold to Mr. Xun was not a body, but a soul. I sold for a good price, didn't I? ”
Jiang Xibao: "This is my story, a story about money and love. ”