92: Chapter 92 Wang Xiaohu's Good Deeds

Wang Xiaohu did not give her a chance to explain.

He threw the flowers in his hand onto the ground, and the petals shattered everywhere.

"Explain what? Explain how you demand a bride price of 388,000 while making out with another man? Explain how you've been playing me for a fool for three years?"

Other customers in the restaurant looked over one after another, and the Waitress stood to the side, not knowing whether she should come over.

Chen Yali's face flushed red and turned pale by turns; she stood up and grabbed Wang Xiaohu's arm.

"Xiaohu, it really is my cousin, you've misunderstood."

Wang Xiaohu shook off her hand.

"Get lost."

Chen Yali was stunned.

Wang Xiaohu looked at her, enunciating every word.

"Chen Yali, let me tell you, I'm not marrying you. That 388,000, I'd rather feed it to a dog than give it to you."

He turned and walked away.

Chen Yali panicked and chased after him, grabbing him.

"Xiaohu! Xiaohu, don't go! Listen to me!"

Wang Xiaohu stopped and looked back at her.

Chen Yali held his hand, tears swirling in her eyes, her lips trembling.

"Xiaohu... you treat me well, I know. I didn't mean to break up with you..."

Wang Xiaohu looked at her.

Looking at this face he had loved for three years, looking at the tears in her eyes, looking at the saliva still uncleaned from the corner of her mouth.

He raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound exploded in the restaurant.

Chen Yali was struck so hard her head turned, half her face swelled up instantly, and tears finally fell.

Wang Xiaohu looked at her.

"Chen Yali, from now on, you go your way and I'll go mine. We are finished."

He turned and strode out of the restaurant.

Behind him, Chen Yali covered her face, tears streaming down.

"Wang Xiaohu! You bastard!"

In the restaurant, other customers whispered among themselves.

That so-called "cousin" sat in the booth, head lowered, not daring to make a sound.

...

Over half an hour later.

The overpass.

The night wind blew over, carrying the chill of the twelfth lunar month.

There was no one on the overpass, only the streetlights glowing lonely, stretching shadows long.

Wang Xiaohu sat on the steps, with seven or eight empty beer cans in front of him.

Some were toppled on the steps, rolling to the side, while others were still standing, gently swaying in the wind.

His face was flushed red, his eyes were also red, and he was clutching an unfinished can of beer in his hand.

He tilted his head back and took a gulp, the beer liquid running down the corner of his mouth and dripping onto his clothes.

"Fuck."

Wang Xiaohu then crushed the empty can, threw it on the ground, and picked up a new one to open.

"388,000, my family of three saved for three years. Three years."

He shouted at the empty overpass, his voice drifting in the night wind with no one to respond.

"I fucking scrimped and saved, not even willing to eat a decent meal. Eating boxed lunches for lunch, instant noodles for dinner, not even buying new clothes for Chinese New Year. And what was the result?"

He took another gulp.

"The result is that she demands a bride price on one hand while making out with someone else on the other. Her saliva was fucking stringing together, and she still claimed it was her cousin. Cousin? Fuck that."

Wang Xiaohu threw the empty can on the ground, the beer spilling out and splashing everywhere.

"I'm just a big idiot."

He leaned against the railing, looking up at the sky.

There were no stars in the sky, only thick clouds, dark and heavy, as if they were about to collapse.

"No one loves me. No one looks twice at me. Just a fucking poor laborer, my life is just going to be like this."

He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.

It wasn't sadness; it was grievance, it was unwillingness, it was all the bitterness accumulated over these three years.

Just then, soft footsteps came from behind him.

Wang Xiaohu didn't turn around.

The footsteps came closer and stopped behind him.

A voice rang out, soft and filled with heartache.

"Brother Xiaohu."

Wang Xiaohu turned his head.

Sun Lingling stood behind him, wearing a pink down jacket, her hair tied in a ponytail, wearing light makeup on her face, her eyes bright.

She was carrying a bag in her hand, which contained a few cans of hot drinks.

Wang Xiaohu looked at her, stunned for a moment.

"Lingling? Why are you here?"

Sun Lingling sat down next to him and placed the bag on the steps.

"I... I was worried about you."

Wang Xiaohu gave a bitter smile.

"Worried about what? What is there to worry about with me?"

Sun Lingling looked at him.

Looking at his red-rimmed eyes and the beer can in his hand.

Looking at his disheveled appearance, her heart felt as if it had been fiercely pinched by something.

"Brother Xiaohu, stop drinking."

Sun Lingling reached out to take the beer can from his hand.

Wang Xiaohu dodged it.

"It's fine, I'm fine. You go back, don't worry about me."

Sun Lingling didn't leave.

She sat beside him, took out the hot drink, and handed it to him.

"Drink something hot. Drinking alcohol is bad for your health."

Wang Xiaohu looked at the hot drink in her hand, was silent for a few seconds, and took it.

The warm touch came from his palm, feeling cozy.

"Lingling, tell me, am I very stupid?"

Sun Lingling shook her head.

"You are not stupid."

Wang Xiaohu smiled, a very ugly smile.

"Not stupid? I'm a fucking big idiot. Played for a fool for three years, and I even thought I was so happy."

Sun Lingling looked at him and bit her lip.

"Brother Xiaohu, it's not worth it for that kind of person."

Wang Xiaohu nodded.

"I know. But I just feel terrible. Tell me, what exactly is wrong with me? I don't earn much, but I've always been working hard."

"I treated her well, and I bought whatever she wanted. If her family had anything going on, I ran around for them. But what about her?"

He lowered his head, his voice getting quieter and quieter.

"She never looked down on me at all. In her eyes, I was just an ATM."

Sun Lingling's eyes turned red.

She looked at Wang Xiaohu, looking at him with his head lowered, his clenched fists.

The impulse she had hidden for three years could no longer be suppressed.

"Brother Xiaohu."

Wang Xiaohu raised his head.

Sun Lingling looked at him, enunciating every word.

"I like you."

Wang Xiaohu was stunned.

"You... what did you say?"

Sun Lingling's face turned red, but she didn't look away, staring into his eyes.

"I like you. I've liked you since college."

Wang Xiaohu opened his mouth.

"Lingling, stop trying to comfort me."

Sun Lingling shook her head.

"I am not comforting you. I am serious."

She took a deep breath, as if she wanted to pour out all the secrets she had hidden for three years.

"Back then, Chen Yali and I met you together. The first time we met, you helped us carry our things and walked us back to the dormitory. At that time, I thought, this guy is really nice."

"I wanted to confess to you, but I was very fat and very insecure back then, I didn't dare. I thought you wouldn't like me."

Her eyes turned red.

"By the time I figured it out, you were already with Chen Yali. I could only hide these feelings in my heart, watching you two together, watching you treat her well, watching you spend money on her, watching her."

She didn't finish speaking, and tears fell.

"Do you know? Every time she showed off to me what you bought her, how miserable I felt?"

"Every time she called you stupid, called you stingy, said you were a loser, I wanted to scold her for you. But I didn't dare. I was afraid that if you knew I liked you, we wouldn't even be able to be friends."