Unlucky Love for the Rich

(Note: Wen Yazhu's backstory)

Wen Yazhu was the same age as Lai, 23 years old, and one of two children. She had a younger sister, and they were both highly pampered by their parents.

She was a pale, shoulder-length-haired woman with glinting silver eyes.

Her mother was a foreigner and passed away when she had just turned twenty-one. Yes, her birthday was the same day as her mother's death.

As a result, she barely celebrated her birthday.

Unlike Lai, Wen was born from a wealthy family. Her father married a woman from a rich family. It was love at first sight for her parents.

When her parents got married, they opened a furniture company, Yazhu Furnitures, under her mother's name since the funds came entirely from her mother.

The company later gained recognition from many businessmen and women around the country and then the world.

The one furniture company used to put food on the table for their family became twenty companies operating across Cedoria. The company was now a franchise.

Her father was displeased when his eldest daughter said she did not want to take over the family business but instead wanted to pursue a career in the film industry.

Wen wanted to become a filmmaker.

Her love for movies at a young age made her want to pursue a Bachelor of Arts in Filmmaking. This did not sit well with her father as he wanted her to use her intelligence to take over the family business as he felt he was growing old.

No matter what her father said, she respectfully refused to take over the business but agreed to help out at the main branch on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays after she was done with her lectures at the Angelwing Academy of Arts.

Her younger sister, Yiren, was only in 11th grade and had no interest whatsoever in business. Yiren said she was not fond of math, data analysis, or the economy.

So, she wanted to be a model instead. And so, her dad did not bother teaching her too much about the family business. He just taught her the basics.

In his wife's will, her two daughters would get 40% ownership of the furniture company as the company mainly had belonged to her.

Her husband would get 20%. Wen worked at Ebony Chocolate Café on a Tuesday and Thursday.

Her father was entirely against her working at a café instead of the family business. Still, she insisted and stuck to her decision of choosing the café.

She wanted to be an independent woman who did not rely too much on her family's wealth.

Because many people knew about Yazhu Furnitures, she was taken advantage of since her high school days. Since they knew that her family was wealthy, classmates approached her and became her 'friends.'

Friends who only used her to get the latest shoes, bags, clothes, gadgets, etc.

You get the point. Her luck was worse when it came to romance. She was a romanticist and always spoiled her boyfriends, giving them the attention she thought they deserved.

She was loyal to them and never cheated.

In the end, though, she gave too much love and received too little in return. She was used, manipulated.

At first, she didn't care about it as she was just happy that a man actually wanted her, even if it was for the wrong reasons.

Well, that changed one very drastic night when she had caught one of her so-called friends enter a love hotel with her boyfriend. This was what had happened.

She had just finished having a business meeting with one of her father's investors. She was about to enter her family's Mercedes to go home when she noticed the two of them walking hand in hand.

"Huh?" Wen squinted her eyes at the two figures heading to a love hotel, "Isn't that May? What's she doing with Shou?"

"Miss Wen?" she heard her chauffeur call out.

She shifted her gaze at him.

"Wait here. I'll be right back," she told him.

The chauffeur nodded. She clutched her Gucci handbag tightly and followed after them, her red bottoms hitting the tar road angrily.

May and her boyfriend were at the counter and received the key to their room from the owner.

"Let's go, baby!" Wen's boyfriend yelled in excitement, his speech slurred due to consuming too much alcohol.

May laughed, and they headed to their allocated room. Wen had walked in a minute later and did not see where they went.

She tapped on the counter, seeing that no one was there. At that time, the owner had crouched down to grab another newspaper to read.

"Excuse me?" Wen called out, "Is anyone-"

The owner popped up like a Jack in The Box and almost frightened her.

"How may I help you?" the owner asked.

"I saw two people enter this hotel," she said, "Which room are they in?"

The owner raised his eyebrow, looking skeptical.

"Are you joining them?"

Of course, she was not, but she couldn't tell the owner that.

"Yes," she lied, forcing a smile on her face.

"Wow, okay. They are in Room 45, right around the hallway, two floors up."

She thanked the owner with a bow and walked to the room.

"Youngsters sure are energetic and crazy nowadays," the owner mumbled to himself as he watched her disappearing figure.

It took her two minutes to get through the flight of stairs as the elevators were out of service. She leaned forward when she was outside Room 45, placing her ear on the door.

Her eyes widened, and her lips quivered in anger when she heard loud moans of pleasure. She put her hand on the doorknob and opened the door, surprised to find it unlocked.

'They didn't even bother to lock the door, huh?'

Her body shook in anger when she stepped inside. Her eyes widened in disbelief at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Her boyfriend and May were at it, too heavily engrossed in their lovemaking to even notice that she was standing by the door, watching them.

"What the actual fuck, Shou?" she yelled out with all her might, her face as red as a tomato.

Shou and May immediately separated. Her boyfriend jumped up from the bed while May covered herself with the white blanket. She was drenched in sweat.

"Baby," Wen heard him say in a hushed voice, "It's not what it looks like."

"Oh, it's not?" she asked him, stomping her foot on the marble floor, "Then what the hell does it look like? Are you teaching her about the reproductive system in a more hands-on way?"

"Weny," he called her using her nickname as he approached her and tried to hold her hand.

"Don't fucking touch me, you good-for-nothing piece of trash!" she shouted, taking a step back.

May stood up, her hands tightly holding the white blanket she had wrapped around herself to cover her naked body.

"Wen, I'm-"

"Save it, bitch!" Wen placed her palm in the air in a dismissive manner, "I don't want to hear your excuses or apologies. I thought we were friends."

May pressed her lips together and stared at the floor, her shoulders slumped in shame and embarrassment.

"You two can continue your biology lesson," Wen turned to open the door.

"Weny," Shou said, his hand touching her shoulder.

She shrugged him off, turned around, and slapped him. It was the most brutal slap he had ever received, causing him to fall on his butt and let out a whimper.

May screamed and ran to his side, placing her hands on his shoulders. She stared up at Wen, who had a murderous look on her face.

"I said don't fucking touch me with your filthy fingers unless you no longer wish to have them!"

With that, Wen walked out of the love hotel and into the Mercedes, slamming the door hard. She threw her Gucci bag to the other side of the seat.

The chauffeur watched her through the rearview mirror.

"Are you alright, Miss Wen?" he asked her as he began to drive.

A hint of worry was in his voice. She rolled down the car window and let the cold, winter air hit her face.

"Couldn't be better," she said bitterly and sighed.

"It's the last time I'm ever trusting a fucking man."

And that was what happened. That event changed her whole perspective of men. And so, she stopped putting in effort when it came to her boyfriends.

Actually, one could not call them her 'boyfriends.' They were more like friends with benefits.

Her uncanny relationships never lasted, but she was still a romanticist. She would go on dates with guys from every class, not because she loved them.

But just for the fun of it. After all, she had given up on finding a real boyfriend or having a real relationship.