13 Hatred for the Rich (2/2)

”I understand.” Ye Shuang nodded with faux sincerity. ”Only the special and unique for the rich, am I right?”

Fang Mo instantly felt shamed; he felt wronged. It was not the rich's intention to demand better treatment from others; they merely wished for a better life for themselves. With enough money, who would be silly enough to lower their living standard just to pander to the general public?

It might sound uncouth to say this, but if a person's monthly salary was in the hundred thousands, would they care about whether a single potato cost 1.99 or 2.99?

For Fang Mo, the most important thing was taste. For a scrumptious meal, he wouldn't mind spending a little bit more… because he felt it was worth the money. Fang Mo coughed drily and realized any further explanation would only make things worse, so he smiled and stopped talking.

At the end of the day, he wasn't trying to gloat, he sincerely wanted to treat his friend to a delicious dinner… However, this did make Fang Mo realize this new friend of his had this special quality—hatred for the rich!

No matter how he looked at it, Ye Shuang belonged to the upper echelon of society, but he had a habit similar to the public. He found that quite interesting. The more Fang Mo came to know about Ye Shuang, the more he realized how contradictory this person was.

He was comfortable in his own skin, but this person kept on denying his talents and indomitable presence, as if living a life of mediocrity was what he was used to… Could this be mere humility? Or was there something more about this friend that he hadn't discovered yet?

He was suddenly reminded of the unhappy matter that related to his own home. Fang Mo's eyes darted around before he tossed the train of thought out of his mind to focus on introducing the restaurant's specialties to Ye Shuang.

Since he was only introducing the food, Ye Shuang paid much closer attention this time. Just as they were discussing what to order, Fang Mo's phone, which was placed on the table, started to ring.

”Sorry,” Fang Mo apologized politely as he picked up his phone to glance at it. Instantly, the smile on his face became gentler and kinder; there was an added closeness and happiness that wasn't there before. ”Fei Fei, why would you suddenly call your big brother?”

So, it's his sister… Ye Shuang continued sifting through the menu. She wasn't interested in people of her original gender, and furthermore, it was not like she hadn't met that arrogant young lady at the company before…

Fang Mo ended the call after two or three more sentences. After that, he smiled rather ashamedly and said, ”That was my sister. She said she also hasn't had dinner yet, so you don't mind if she joins us, do you?”

Ye Shuang wasn't the one paying, so of course, she didn't mind. Therefore, the order expanded to include several dishes that were apparently the young lady's favorite.

The two chatted while they waited for the dishes to be served and for the Fang family's cherished daughter to arrive. As if a work of fiction, just as the waiter came in with the first dish, the door opened to reveal the pearl of the Fang family.

”Big Brother! You won't believe what happened to me today; I'm so pissed…”

The fiery princess rushed into the room with her temper exploding, but when she glanced at Ye Shuang sitting in the room out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to lose the ability to talk.