Chen Xiaoqian wore a seemingly simple sweater, but the fit was excellent, with only delicate embroidery on the cuffs, understated yet luxurious. Wang Xiaohong recalled seeing it in a magazine, from a well-known brand, where the price of one sweater could buy several gold bracelets she coveted.
Just this one sweater made Wang Xiaohong realize that this is the true demeanor a wealthy wife should have. Those demeanor she thought rich people had seemed vulgar and childish in comparison.
Taste is something money can't buy. Although Wang Xiaohong was once so close to wealth, in the end, it all came to nothing like drawing water with a bamboo basket.
Seeing Wang Xiaohong just staring blankly at her without speaking, Chen Xiaoqian was in no rush to speak, she pulled a chair and sat by the bed, looking at Wang Xiaohong with a calm expression.
