Chapter 11: Talking About Money

This time, Lisa only oped the door for Jane. She didn't op the door for David because the waiter who helped Lisa park the car oped the door for David.

He was a man, so he was a little disappointed wh he saw that the figure behind the door was also a man.

Ev so, he forced a smile so that it really looked sincere.

And his smile looked ev more sincere wh he saw Jane beside David.

He was amazed by her beauty and elegance, making him want to compose a poem.

Jane and David got out of the car at the same time.

Afterwards, Jane approached David.

"Come on," she said, to which David responded by grabbing her palm.

He didn't like the look the waiter gave Jane, so he wanted to show that Jane already had an owner.

Jane also returned his hand by interlacing her fingers with his.

Anyone who saw them knew that they were a loving couple.

It was ough to make the waiter's heart cry.

David and Jane th tered the restaurant, and chose a table by the window.

Lisa didn't follow them, she waited by the car, standing alone.

As they sat down, David and Jane's table was approached by a middle-aged Asian man, who was actually wearing a suit but th he covered it with a waiter's uniform.

"Sir, Miss, what would you like to order?" he asked very kindly.

David had never heard of hospitality that exceeded this.

"Two fried ducks and two plates of rice," David replied, not waiting for Jane to do so.

"Th what would you like to drink?" the middle-aged man asked once again.

"Just ice water for me," David replied before asking Jane, "what about you, Jane?"

"I'd like some orange juice," Jane replied.

They all set down the plates and cups they brought with great care, occasionally looking at David and Jane.

"Please eat, ladies and gtlem," they said before taking a step back.

Jane immediately picked up the knife and fork, but didn't immediately cut into her fried duck, looking like she just wanted to hold the two objects.

She looked at David, probably waiting for his response to her previous words.

The question was what else did David need to say because according to Jane, money was common property.

That meant her own money was also David's.

Working to feed her is just unnecessary nonsse.

"Jane, how many elite wom are like you?" David asked.

The previous topic was no longer important, so David chose another topic.

"It doesn't depd on personality," Jane replied. "Everything depds on feelings. If the feelings a woman has for a man ar't ough, she probably won't let a single pny of it fall into his hands."

"So that means your feelings for me are already too deep?"

"Well, to have deep feelings, it might take a certain personality. I might be that type wh I'm really comfortable. Saying that you're the most wonderful man is of course an exaggeration, but for me, you're the most comfortable. I could feel it from the momt we started communicating.

You know, ev in cyberspace, there's no shortage of guys trying to communicate with me ev though I never show my idtity and photos."

"That's actually natural because your game or social media accounts give off a strong sse of mystery," David replied.

He was probably one of the m who tried to communicate with Jane wh he first saw her account.

She sometimes posted certain photos with certain words. Overall, each photo and the words she posts td to make people conclude that the account owner is a woman of great insight.

"Shall we eat now?" said Jane. Perhaps she was hungry now that she had only had coffee this morning.

David nodded to her, starting to eat.

The way Jane ate was really very elegant, showing that she had be trained how a nobleman ate.

David had never practiced anything like that. He also didn't want to try because he was sure it would only make him look awkward, so he ate in a normal way.

After all, as a Parisian, the way he ate still looked polite, there wasn't anything to criticize.