When Zhang Yuze came out of the café, he seemed revitalized, as if he had taken a powerful tonic.
"Haha! Haha! Why do I need a girlfriend? Why do I need to get married?"
"Isn't it better to spend the money I earn on someone I like? Isn't it great to see someone I adore become a superstar?"
"Women nowadays are all so vain. They're clearly low-class themselves but demand so much from men."
"If I were to marry, I'd end up living worse than a dog—treated as a slave and a money-making tool by my wife, stripped of time and space. Isn't this better? Having someone who genuinely cares about me?"
Zhang Yuze carefully cradled the shirt in his hands, his eyes filled with red heart-shaped sparkles.
At the TV station
Ye Yuwei, bracing herself for negotiations, was speaking with the on-site director, Ma Tao.
"Yuwei, I don't want to say too much."
