By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife. I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on. At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly. (A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)
The National Day holiday is just around the corner.
The spoiled brat comes home every night laughing and clearly can't wait.
But she adapted quickly after entering the international school.
Unlike the previous schools, international schools focus more on nurturing interests.
Rather than just pursuing high scores.
The spoiled brat isn't great with grades, but she has a wide range of interests.
She can play a little bit of a suona, and sit on the bridge edge playing the big erhu.
This type of international class suits her better; none in her class can compete with her.
It's still your An'an, after all.
When she gets home, she helps her grandma water the plants and grow vegetables, which have been flourishing enough to eat in a few months.
The spoiled brat picks them ahead of time.
His wife, a dashing figure in a red dress, has been driving out in the Phantom lately, which is much longer than ordinary cars.
One parking space isn't enough; it takes two.