Chapter 1: On the Brink of Desperation

Meng Donghe suddenly recalled that when he was going upstairs earlier, there was an Audi A6 parked downstairs. That was the car he had once dreamed of owning. He even circled the car and nodded at the person inside, smiling. The thought of this made Meng Donghe's expression freeze.

Chen Wan was dressed in a black professional suit, with black stockings that accentuated her long, beautiful legs—legs he had touched and kissed more than once. What he loved most was the sensation of the stockings; their silky texture could ignite his desire in an instant. At this moment, those legs did not cease their movement due to his arrival.

Is it the owner of the Audi downstairs

Xiao Meng, you are very outstanding and a rare talent. Unfortunately, as you know, the financial storm is sweeping across the globe, and our company cannot escape misfortune. In order not to jeopardize your future, it is best for you to seek other opportunities.

Well, this is akin to telling a death row inmate that they will be executed tomorrow, merely informing them, as there is no escape from death. At this moment, Meng Donghe feels this way; this woman is quite ruthless

Unexpectedly, Meng Donghe has concluded so quickly. Chen Wan's prepared lines were disrupted, and she shrugged her shoulders: "Since you've guessed it, I won't continue speaking, saving myself a bit of breath. Yes, I have started a relationship with our company's general manager. It has been three months, and now, I am going to move in with him. He is waiting for me downstairs"

Chen Wan had already stuffed something into a large suitcase. Then she poured herself a glass of water, drank it down with a gulp, and when she set the bottle down, she exerted a bit of force. Meng Donghe heard a loud "bang," as powerful as the beating of his own heart

"Wan, what is wrong with you?" Meng Donghe asked cautiously. When a woman falls silent, it usually means she either has a spending request, or a desire for intimacy. There is also another possibility: she is genuinely angry, and that kind of anger can spiral out of control.

His head was clouded, he twisted the cap off and downed it in one go, then lay on the sofa he bought for 180 yuan, falling into a deep sleep

Chen Wan remained silent, which gave Meng Donghe a bad premonition. Could it be that she already knew about his job loss? That seemed impossible. Was the boss so bored that, in addition to firing him, he would also take it upon himself to inform his family?

"Are you just in it for the money? Don't tell me you two have some kind of true love or anything like that." Meng Donghe gritted his teeth

I will be straightforward: I want to break up with you. Chen Wan spoke quickly, fearing interruption: At first, I was with you because of your romantic gestures, like spending an entire month's salary to buy 999 roses. But now I realize the problem: when you have spent all your salary, what will we eat? I want an LV handbag; can you steal one for me? I want a Balenciaga outfit; can you rob one for me? No, to put it bluntly, you are a poor romantic, and that is not what I want. I do not want to be cooped up in this one-bedroom apartment, wasting my youthful years, only to grow old and regret it later.

Meng Donghe kicked a soda can by the roadside with great force. Watching the can roll away with a clattering sound, he laughed nervously, touched his forehead, still simmering with anger, as the voice of his boss echoed in his ears.

This is a simple one-bedroom apartment. The monthly rent is to be paid by himself, but he now needs to inform Chen Wan that she will need to cover a few months of rent until he finds his next job

East River, there are some matters I wish to discuss with you

Meng Donghe rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, buried his head in the water, and scrubbed thoroughly. Then he carefully examined himself in the mirror. Am I ugly? Not ugly. Look at these eyebrows, still a pair of sword-like brows. My eyes can be considered bright and spirited, my nose is not flat, and my mouth is not like a sausage. Ah, the crux of the matter lies in the lack of money. The rice in the bag directly determines a man's self-confidence. Meng Donghe was on the verge of collapse. He hastily dried his face and went to the living room. The refrigerator was empty, with only half a bottle of Erguotou left.

Oh, are you going on a business trip

He reached for the suitcase, but was stopped by Chen Wan: "No need, from this moment on, we are already two unrelated individuals. This may sound harsh, but I must say, we should not contact each other again. Goodbye"

Yes

Meng Donghe and - the - book could not fathom her thoughts, only silence remained. He thought to himself, fine, if you believe that being gentle and considerate is also a sin, then I might as well remain mute.

Meng Donghe's heart was racing, comparable to Liu Xiang's heart rate during the sprint of the 110-meter hurdles, "Do you have someone?"

Meng Donghe wanted to preserve his last shred of dignity. He feigned calmness, but his heart trembled violently: "Do you want me to escort you down? Seeing you rush towards a bright future, I truly feel happy for you."

Chen Wan rolled her eyes and put on a helpless expression: "Dong He, could you please not do this? Can you refrain from interrupting me when I am speaking?"

He is not angry about being fired; he is angry about this grandiose nonsense! If they want to fire him, just do it. Instead, they build him up only to bring him down, making him feel very distressed. He truly does not know how to explain this situation to Chen Wan. He takes his phone out of his pocket, then puts it back in, repeating this action over and over. Finally, he dejectedly gives up and decides to return to his rented apartment first.

Chen Wan was taken aback: "Money is one of the necessary factors, but it is not everything. There is no need for me to explain the process to you. I am currently with the books just to inform you that I am leaving, and I will never return again."

"What are you busy with?" Meng Donghe suppressed the urge to tell her about his unemployment and made small talk.

To Meng Donghe's surprise, Chen Wan was not at work. She was busy tidying up in her room. Upon hearing the sound of the door, she came out. Chen Wan exuded femininity, with long, wavy hair cascading down her shoulders. Beneath her alluring big eyes was a small black mole, and it was this very mole that captured Meng Donghe's heart. He had once spent a month's salary to buy 999 roses for her. Back then, Meng Donghe felt no pain in spending that money. But now? It's hard to say.

He placed the keys on the table, and Chen Wan, in high heels, walked away with a clatter, dragging along a suitcase full of clothes that Meng Donghe had bought for her, including underwear. Meng Donghe felt a sense of desolation; he was saddened by the fact that he had circled around the car of the man who had cuckolded him, shamelessly smiling at him, while that man had been sleeping with his woman for three months, and he could still smile! What was even more disheartening was that there was little money left in his pocket. After paying this month's rent, he could only afford a pack of instant noodles—1.5 yuan!