The afternoon sun shone into the luxurious living room, reflecting off the expensive furniture that adorned every corner of the room. You sat on the sofa, playing with the ends of your hair restlessly. You had been thinking about this for days, and finally, you gathered the courage to say it.

“Honey, I want to work,” you said softly, but with determination.

Massimo, who was reading a business report on his laptop, immediately raised his head with furrowed brows. “Work, you say?”

You nodded. “Yes. I feel bored if I just stay at home all the time.”

Massimo closed his laptop and looked at you seriously. “Did the money I gave you not enough for you?”

You sighed. “It’s not like that… I just want to do something more meaningful.”

Massimo chuckled, then got up from his chair and walked over to you. Gently, he lifted your chin, looking at you with a gentle but incomprehensible gaze.

“It’s no use i giving you five black cards if you just stay at home,” he said in a teasing tone. “Go shopping, go on vacation abroad, do whatever you want…but just don’t work.”

Massimo smiled faintly, then sat down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. “Honey, remember your job is not to work. Your job is to enjoy life, spend my money, and be happy.”