Chapter 5

Please forgive Jasmine's gaffe.

Before, the closest time for Jasmine to the word "richest man" was before her parents divorced.

Jasmine's grandfather had run a furniture brand earlier, and his business was booming. He never thought that his only daughter, Jasmine's mother, would only take a fancy to a handsome and elegant poor boy.

Grandpa persuaded and scolded, but he could not change his daughter's determination to hit the wall, so he could only nod and agree helplessly.

Just like all the examples in ancient and modern times.

Jasmine's mother used her family property to subsidize the poor boy, open a factory, and start a business.

The poor boy made more and more money, and went home less and less.

Grandpa's furniture brand, however, slowly declined due to a scandal, and finally declared bankruptcy, and the company's assets were used to pay off debts.

The poor boy turned his face and divorced Jasmine's mother cleanly at this time, and found another beautiful Jiaodi to marry and have children, and lived happily together.

Never marry a poor man.

This is the conclusion Jasmine drew from her mother's marriage.

Only money will not betray her.

Now Jasmine is no longer the only granddaughter of the "furniture king" who was courted by others. She wears a polyester sweater that is only 2 euros when it is discounted in the store, and the knees of her jeans are worn white.

Sitting on a public bench to rest and eating cheap fast food.

Friedrich sat next to her.

He asked friendly: "What's your name?"

"Jasmine."

"Jasmine," the other party repeated the name, "Where are you from? Italy? Spain? or France?"

"Italy."

He was interested: "Which city?"

The other party's emerald eyes looked at her tolerantly, which was the condescending look of those who have been in a high position for many years.

It's not that he is arrogant or impolite.

He was born in this position and has been accustomed to such gazes.

But this kind of conversation makes Jasmine feel oppressive.

The other party was obviously not in a hurry to get her answer, and asked gently: "Why don't you work in the original hotel?"

Jasmine thought, it's because you deliberately talked to me and made the beauty jealous.

She didn't say it out loud.

This man gave her a very dangerous feeling, like a sinister and cunning old fox, who seemed humble and polite on the surface, but might be planning something behind the scenes.

Jasmine said, "I was fired."

"Oh?" Friedrich raised his eyebrows in surprise and said regretfully, "What a pity."

Jasmine didn't figure out what the other party meant by "what a pity" and heard someone shouting hello.

This short conversation ended here.

The old man with some white hair greeted Friedrich in German, and Jasmine listened carefully.

The other party used honorifics.

Mr. Friedrich, who had emerald eyes and golden hair, stayed for a short time and turned to leave.

Poor Jasmine tried to finish her Coke and looked up at the clear blue sky.

She was thinking about how to pay for the rent and living expenses in the future.

She no longer had extra money to buy the information listed by the professor.

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After a week of unemployment, Jasmine found a part-time job again.

One of the few vegetarian restaurants in Munich, you need to go through a beautiful spiral staircase to reach it. The vaulted room downstairs is open for club nights on weekends. The second floor serves some baked noodles, fried peppers, cheese sauce and tofu fennel.

This weekend night was particularly lively. Jasmine was assigned to work downstairs. She wore a pure white uniform and served the guests while preventing the drunken guests from staining her clothes.

It was also on this lively night that Jasmine unfortunately received two unexpected guests.

Her stepsister Sophie and half brother.

Even more unfortunately, the other party recognized her.

During the following meal time, the siblings used Jasmine maliciously and even deliberately knocked the knife and fork to the ground, asking her to bend down to pick it up and replace it.

Jasmine endured it until the end of the shift.

But the other party was not satisfied with this.

After leaving the restaurant, the stepbrother Alessandro went to drive.

Sophie chased her out and called her: "Jasmine, Jasmine!"

Jasmine didn't even turn her head.

Sophie chased her out and blocked Jasmine's way.

"Why are you so anxious? Can't you bear it?" Sophie looked at her with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes, "When you shamelessly came to my dad to ask for tuition, you were much thicker-skinned than now."

Jasmine looked at her and sighed.

Sophie didn't expect her reaction and frowned, "Why are you sighing?"

"Nothing," Jasmine said, turning her head, "I just think your dad shouldn't have cumed into your mother's body and gave birth to a Idiot person."

Sophie obviously didn't understand and asked, "What do you mean?"

Jasmine thought about it seriously. Judging from the other party's IQ, it was indeed a bit cruel to say such a thing to her.

She directly raised her middle finger to Sophie.

The other party was immediately angered by Jasmine's international friendly behavior.

Sophie screamed and wanted to come over to hit her, like an angry screaming chicken.

Jasmine was prepared and poured a bottle of water on her face.

She said, "Bitch, you'd better not mess with me."

Sophie's delicate makeup, skirt and Chanel bag were all stained with water, and she was furious: "Fuck you——"

Alessandro drove over and knocked on the window and called his sister, barely stopping Sophie's crazy behavior.

When Jasmine took the subway back to the cheap apartment, the prostitute sister next door was working enthusiastically.

From the sound, Jasmine judged that the customer this time did not seem to be very polite.

Jasmine cooked a bowl of pasta for herself.

After eating all the noodles, the sound from next door stopped.

Jasmine turned on the desk lamp and flipped through the magazine.

On the cover, Friedrich's golden hair was like glittering gold, as if it could illuminate this narrow and dim room.

The prostitute next door knocked on the door and called her English name vaguely: "Jasmine, are you there?"

Jasmine opened the door.