My mom heard that I broke up and quickly arranged a blind date for me.

On the day of the blind date, a sweet and charming girl sat across from me, speaking softly and gently, her voice as pleasant as honey. From head to toe, she was my ideal type.

She also seemed quite satisfied with my appearance, always initiating conversations, like:

"How much money do you have in your bank account?"

I scratched my head and said embarrassedly, "Not much, just a hundred thousand. If we're in a relationship, it won't be a problem."

Her smile seemed to freeze for a moment. There was a hint of scrutiny in her gaze, and a fleeting contempt flashed in her eyes.

I doubted myself. Maybe I misjudged her?

After all, a hundred thousand is not a small amount. It's rare to see a man like me who works hard and saves money for marriage.

Then she asked, "Do you have a house and a car?"

I honestly answered, "I have one house, but no car yet."

The girl smiled obediently. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down, making her look as beautiful as the moon in a TV drama.

"And your job? How much is your salary?"

"Not much, just this much," I said, extending five fingers.

After returning home, the girl sent me a message saying: [My name is Jiang Yu, should we meet again sometime? Deepen our understanding of each other.]

Everything felt so natural. She held my hand in the cinema, her face blushing with shyness. I was surprised and embraced her, promising to treat her well.

Once we confirmed our relationship, I remembered that girls like ceremonies. So I went to a flower shop and reluctantly bought a bouquet of ninety-nine roses, as well as a popular makeup set from the internet. I waited for her downstairs at her company after work.

I waited eagerly, expecting her to be moved to tears and rush into my arms.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Yu saw my gloomy expression amidst the bustling office building, where people glanced at us intentionally or unintentionally.

A colleague asked her, "Is this your boyfriend?"

Jiang Yu hesitated to speak, and before I could say anything, she stood in front of me and forced a smile.

"No, he's just a friend," she said.

Her colleagues' teasing gazes made her anxious, and a nameless anger welled up inside me. I was about to question her why she didn't acknowledge my identity when Jiang Yu hugged my arm and coquettishly said,

"Brother, these things are no longer in fashion. If you want to give gifts, they have to be famous brands. Look at what other girlfriends wear and use. They're all luxury brands. We can't fall behind, can we?"

Her words quickly appeased me. From then on, Jiang Yu opened up an endless pit of demands.

Designer bags, necklaces, cosmetics, various skincare products. They were a bit expensive, but as long as she gently coaxed me, my heart would soften.

By the time I snapped out of it, three-quarters of my savings had been spent.

In my spare time, a thought would occasionally arise:

Can this go on forever?

At that moment, I suddenly thought of Qi Zhaozhao from the past.

She didn't like these things.

During the years we dated, she would habitually buy me gifts, and everything she gave me was to my liking.

Qi Zhaozhao... How is she doing now?

Has she found a new boyfriend?