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I do indeed have an illness, a rare case of "Wealthy Illness."
It doesn't hurt or itch, and it doesn't affect my daily life. I just need to visit the hospital regularly for maintenance medication and indulge myself with good food and drinks every day to keep my spirits high.
With the help of my friends and family promoting it online, the video of me proposing to Shen Chengzhou quickly topped the trending searches.
Uninformed onlookers assumed that Shen Chengzhou and I were a pair of star-crossed lovers in a bittersweet romance.
Seeing the buzz we generated, I immediately registered an account to document our "loving" daily life.
In my bio, I wrote:
"Rare disease patient, running a Nail Salon, with all finances managed by my fiancé. I pay for medical expenses every Monday. Grateful for my fiancé's unwavering support."
With this setup, Shen Chengzhou had no choice but to cover my medical expenses.
I knew his salary was barely enough for his usual smoking and gambling habits, let alone the hefty medical bills I racked up.
At first, he managed to keep up, but now he's even given up smoking and drinking just to scrape together money for my medical fees.
"If you had mentioned your illness earlier, that little money from your Nail Salon goes entirely to medical expenses! And I still have to cover the mortgage—aren't you just taking advantage of me?"
"I'm live streaming right now; why don't you say that a bit louder?"
As soon as Shen Chengzhou heard this, he immediately pouted and walked away. Every time he complained about not wanting to spend money, I used this method, and it always worked like a charm.
Now, not only do I not spend money on medical bills, but there are also people paying off my mortgage for me. All I have to do is enjoy life with good food and drinks every day.
The once bloodsucking Shen Chengzhou is now completely under my control, working tirelessly without complaint. Just thinking about it fills me with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Considering that the staff at the store had been working non-stop for several days, the first thing I did after being discharged was to buy milk tea to show my appreciation.
However, when I stepped out of the elevator with the milk tea, I was surprised to find that the massage parlor next door had turned into a Nail Salon!
To my astonishment, the owners of that shop were none other than the Greasy M Anan d Shen Dagen, who had previously broken into my place!
"Well, well, if it isn't my little medicine jar of a daughter-in-law! Looks like we're neighbors now; you better take good care of me," one of them said.
After asking around, I learned that this group had taken advantage of my hospitalization to renovate the place. They had remodeled it to be an exact replica of my store, even down to the name. If one didn’t know better, they might think I had opened a branch.
At first, Shen Dagen, that Old Tortoise, had said that anyone opening a Nail Salon was untrustworthy. Now that he was envious of my earnings, he was starting to imitate me.
Just thinking about his sour face made my teeth itch with anger; I really wanted to slap him a few times.
But then I calmed down and realized that his actions were merely meant to provoke me into a confrontation with his family.
If I were to fall out with him now, it would be utterly pointless—not only would I be unable to deal with Shen Chengzhou, but I would also risk being bitten back and having dirt thrown on me.
For the sake of long-term planning, I had no choice but to swallow my pride.
But that Old Tortoise was simply a menace; every product in his store was priced one dollar lower than mine, and he even poached my nail technicians.
After being tormented by him, I went three consecutive days without making a sale. If this continued, I would be waiting for my business to close down.
I decided to take a bold step and started a special promotion, pricing all products at a flat rate, thinking that this Old Tortoise wouldn’t know how to retaliate!
To my surprise, that Old Tortoise was all in and engaged me in a price war!
In the following days, no matter how low I dropped my prices, he would undercut me by a dollar.
Although his prices were lower, his newly opened shop was far from mature; his skills were lacking, leading to frequent customer complaints.
In just one month since opening, not only had I not made any profit, but I also accumulated dozens of negative reviews.
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