"Brother Jiang, this gift is too precious, and I understand the principle that one should not accept rewards without merit—this gift, we probably can't accept. Besides, look at us both, what kind of people are we? How could I possibly have the chance to wear something like this? Wouldn't that just draw people's stares?"
An Zhiyuan closed the lid of the necklace box.
His wife still understood his thoughts—it was just a diamond necklace. He could buy one for her himself.
What on earth did Jiang Shaoqing mean by sending it?
Surely, jewelry like this couldn't be given away casually. For the first time, An Zhiyuan felt like he was a poor man.
No wonder Big Brother had given him money. That wasn't surprising; at least with money, one could buy whatever they wanted to give to others. This item, however, was something he couldn't afford, even though he was now a higher-ranking official.
Yes, they should live a simple and modest life.
