You Can Never Be Richer than Me

"Your boyfriend seems to have fallen asleep, he doesn't even talk to us." He continued, "Your boyfriend looks very young." "Subtract nineteen from thirty-one, you can do the math." After the boy finished calculating, he said, "There are many sixty-year-olds marrying seventeen-year-old women around here, in this perspective your boyfriend isn't old at all." Valentina's eyebrows slightly raised with an animated expression. "Compared to a sixty-year-old, he is indeed young." She said, then turned her head to look at William. Through the darkness, she could feel his ominous mood. Valentina lowered her voice, and very unfairly told him, "You are actually old enough that you need to be compared to a sixty-year-old to look young." William was speechless. The little boy said again, "I'm really envious of your boyfriend, to be able to marry such a beautiful wife." Valentina pointedly stared at William's eyes. "He's also envious of you." "What do I have that's worthy of his envy?" In the darknes