Winnie is a low-level clerk in the Labor Bureau. She passed two written examinations and four interviews before she found a decent job with lifelong security in the Empire.
She cherishes and is satisfied with this job, although the salary is not high.
After all, since the 17th year of the New Calendar, housing prices in the capital of the empire have continued to rise, and Winnie has maintained a monthly salary of 4,000 Singapore dollars since joining the company and has been struggling with the high cost of living in the empire.
She dug out her bankbook and calculated how many years she would have to work to afford a house of her own. The man who had just taken a shower and was still wet with moisture hugged Winnie from behind and kissed her earlobe before tapping the embarrassing numbers on the bankbook with his fingertips:
"Dear, are you going to use this money to buy me a gift?"
Winnie had forgotten Desmond's birthday some time ago, and after coaxing him for three hours to no avail, she gritted her teeth and said that she would prepare a gift for Desmond that would be unforgettable for him on Christmas one month later to compensate him.
Winnie put away her bankbook and pushed Desmond. She still couldn't adapt to the sudden appearance of a strange man in this small house of 30 square meters.
Desmond remained unmoved, while Winnie could only say sheepishly that this was her own money to buy a house.
Desmond kissed her cheek and felt better again, "I hope you can buy a two-bedroom house. Honey, I think you need a study room, and you and I can never sleep in the living room anymore."
Desmond called this one-bedroom rental house the living room. Winnie was unable to refute and could only whisper, "Sorry, Desmond, this is my house. Buy it for me."
She emphasized the word "own."
Desmond said "Oh" and still asked, "Then where do I want to live?"
Winnie scratched her head and whispered: "At that time, you should marry a noble lady from the upper class, then obtain the family inheritance and move to a certain Aloud estate."
"I remember your brother was like this."
Desmond's voice was still gentle, but it made Winnie feel like she was on pins and needles, "So, dear, I'm not in your future, right?"
Concept: An obelisk with an angel standing on it.