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.)
Magic City, The Bund, Nanjing Street.
The streets were bustling with people coming and going on this busy street filled with Republican Era architectural style.
The air was saturated with the scent of perfume; the refinement of Magic City was no joke.
Those who were a bit more particular about their appearance liked to spray some perfume before heading out.
Some perfumes were pungent, while others were a light, fresh fragrance that mingled on the elegant Nanjing Street.
Chen An'an stood with hands on hips, while Chen Xinyi beside her wore tiny overalls and held a bowl in her hand.
Then, on her small face, she donned an oversized pair of dark sunglasses.
In her hand, she also held a little stick, all geared up.
Just as she thought of finding a spot to squat and start a business as a boss, urban management showed up.
What are you doing?
This is not a place for begging—do you know it ruins the city's appearance!