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Candynight: How rich can a person get?

@Murong_Jihua has provided an answer:

Thanks for asking! <3, love you.

How should I put it; this answer section is filled with lots of sad and toxic and jealous flavours. Hey, you can really try to adjust your mindset here. We are born into this world as humans, so really, who could even tell who is really richer than anybody else?

There are just a dozen more mansions on your Premises Permit, perhaps;

You see, the differences are certainly minor, no?

Edit the next day:

My inbox was getting flooded… Looks like a lot of you are interested in my daily ins and outs. I suppose I can share, so let me sort my memories out.

Each morning——

I wake up from my custom-made, soft fluffy Simmons bed, it is all luxurious extravagance as far as the eye can see;

The bedroom the size of a standard high-school basketball court is constructed of the most exquisite, aesthetically pleasing of materials, it is exorbitant but refined;

My company of maids led by Sophia has surrounded the bed. Their only job is to provide me with different colours of diamond-encrusted formal suits every day of the week;

The smartly dressed, young butler bows before me, holding up an opulent plate made of gold on which seven flawless coloured diamond rings have been placed.

He will ask me with a smile,

“Boss, this morning, do you first plan on looking over the 300-million dollar contract with Company A, or to meet with the Royal Spokesperson of the Embassy, Her Highness Elizabeth, or,

to first pick up your significant other (TL: Word used in raw is ‘missus,’ but… eh. You’ll see eventually) and come home?”

Naturally, I choose to pick up my husband and come home. Yes.

Edit on the third day:

Haha, thanks for all the blessings. We are very happy together.

Hmm, quite a lot of people are trying to @ me to ask… about my romantic relationship?

Mm, it’s just as you speculate. I’m no saint, and certainly, I also have an active romantic relationship.

——A boyfriend, to whom my butler refers to as my ‘significant other,’ of course is real.

Well, we’re already married, too.

Though I must not tally, for there is again a hundred-billion contract waiting for me to be signed. My darling’s mess also needs to be cleaned up as well…

Eh, it’s pretty tiring to write all those dozens of words every day. I’ll update this when I’m not so busy.

I wish you all could get rich overnight and find a good SO to be rid of your single status.