Chapter 233: Chapter 233 What’s Wrong with This World?
Before Zhang Kun could even process what Xia Liang had just said, the unexpected happened.
With a cold expression, Song Rong snapped at Zhang Kun.
"Let’s break up. I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I’ve already packed my things."
With that, she walked into the bedroom, emerged with a pre-packed suitcase, and headed for the door.
Xia Liang was dumbfounded.
What is going on?
Zhang Kun looked as if he’d been struck by lightning. He grabbed Song Rong’s arm, stopping her from leaving.
"Rongrong, why? Why break up? Haven’t I been good to you?"
Song Rong gave Zhang Kun a long, hard look before lowering her voice.
"You’ve been very good to me, but what’s the point of being good? Can you live on kindness? With your monthly salary of two points, when will you ever be able to afford a house? When can you give me a good life? I’m not going to lie, I’m seeing someone else. He’s rich. You’re a good person, and I don’t want to hold you back."
After rattling this off, Song Rong yanked her suitcase from his grasp and walked out.
BANG!
The door slammed shut, leaving Xia Liang and Zhang Kun standing dazed in the apartment.
Zhang Kun’s face flushed a deep purple. His eyes instantly reddened, welling up with tears of unspeakable grief mixed with shame. Just moments ago, he had been silently looking down on Xia Liang’s profession, and now, in the blink of an eye, his own girlfriend had dumped him.
Xia Liang felt extremely awkward, having just witnessed his old classmate get dumped so brutally.
Should I tell him about Song Rong hitting on me earlier? ...Probably not a good idea.
Zhang Kun rubbed his eyes, trying to hide his embarrassment, and quickly changed the subject.
"Sorry you had to see that... It’s just a woman, whatever. By the way, weren’t you at a big company before? Why are you delivering food now?"
Xia Liang didn’t know how to comfort his old classmate, so he put on a nonchalant air.
"What’s there to see? You’re a great guy. That woman’s crazy, and she’ll regret this. A woman like Song Rong doesn’t deserve you. As for me, I had a fight with my boss and quit. I’ve done all sorts of jobs since—delivery, live streaming..."
He shouldn’t have mentioned Song Rong again. The moment he did, Zhang Kun burst into tears.
"Waaaah... Don’t talk about her! It hurts too much!"
Xia Liang was at a complete loss for how to console him. After a moment’s thought, he decided to make his own situation sound more pathetic to make his old classmate feel better.
"Zhang Kun, what do you have to be sad about? I’m way worse off. You get to sit in a comfy office making two points a month. Me? I’m out in the wind and rain every day, scrounging for a few dozen cents. At least you had a girlfriend. I’ve got no one..."
Xia Liang wasn’t technically lying, as he really never had a girlfriend.
This bout of self-deprecation seemed to work, as Zhang Kun indeed stopped crying.
"No way. Is your life really that miserable right now?"
Seeing his method was effective, Xia Liang nodded quickly.
"Yeah. I’m too ashamed to even contact any of our old classmates."
Zhang Kun fell silent for a moment, inwardly cursing himself for being so melodramatic. Xia Liang’s life was this miserable and he wasn’t crying, so what right did he have to?
Instantly, his mood improved considerably. He even started trying to find Xia Liang a job.
"Our company is hiring. I can get you an internal referral. The pay is eighty cents during probation, then it goes up to one point once you’re a full-time employee. It’s not a lot at first, but with your skills, getting a promotion and a raise will be no problem. I feel like even my department manager is a step down from you. Delivering food is a total waste of your talent."
Xia Liang was a little surprised to hear this, but it was clear his old friend’s offer was sincere.
He shook his head.
"I’m not really looking for a job right now. I’m going to take a break for a while, but thank you."
After chatting a bit more and politely declining Zhang Kun’s various job offers, Xia Liang got up to leave.
"I’ll head out for today. You get some rest and try not to feel too down."
Zhang Kun nodded, now finding himself consoling Xia Liang.
"Don’t worry about me. And don’t put too much pressure on yourself, either. Come hang out whenever you have time."
It seemed his act of playing poor to console his old classmate had worked perfectly.
After saying goodbye to Zhang Kun, Xia Liang returned to his car, only to find a woman standing beside his Aston Martin, taking selfies.
Seeing Xia Liang approach, Song Rong lowered her phone and smiled.
"Did Zhang Kun cry again? What a loser. Not a real man at all."
Xia Liang’s expression turned frigid.
"You and Zhang Kun are broken up. You have no right to talk about him. Besides, a woman like you doesn’t deserve him."
At his words, Song Rong’s face paled, then flushed with anger. She had cheated on Zhang Kun, and even he had never raised his voice at her. Who did this guy think he was?
She shot back in a shrill, mocking tone, "Oh, listen to you! A moment ago you were playing along, and now you’re putting on airs? You’re just a delivery guy! What’s there to be so high and mighty about? You’re not even as good as Zhang Kun!"
Looking at Song Rong’s ugly expression, Xia Liang felt disgusted at the thought of wasting another word on her.
"Move. And don’t lean on other people’s cars."
Song Rong didn’t get it. Instead of moving away from the Aston Martin, she leaned against it more deliberately.
"So what if I lean on it? This is my boyfriend’s car. Do you even know what this is? It’s an Aston Martin! A couple of poor slobs like you and Zhang Kun couldn’t afford a single wheel of this car in your entire lives."
Perfect! Song Rong thought, congratulating herself on her cleverness. Not only did she get some great photos with this car, but she also got to show off and put that delivery guy in his place. This car is gorgeous! The owner must be loaded. If he’s handsome, I’ll just cozy up to him. That would be perfect.
Fuck me. I gained a daughter this morning. Now I’ve gained a girlfriend this afternoon. What is wrong with this world?
Just as he was about to set her straight, a BMW pulled up, and a greasy, middle-aged man got out.
Afraid Xia Liang would expose her, Song Rong quickly ran to the greasy man’s side and preemptively played the victim.
"Honey, my ex-boyfriend’s classmate is harassing me! You’re the only one in my heart."
The greasy man was confused. An ex-boyfriend’s classmate? That sounds complicated.
Xia Liang was utterly disgusted by the woman and spat on the ground.
"Me, chase after you? Why don’t you take a long, hard look in the mirror."
Hearing Xia Liang’s insult, the greasy man didn’t bother to figure out what was really going on. He was just some low-life delivery boy. It would be easy to swat him away and make his woman happy.
"You fucking delivery guy, why don’t you go piss in a puddle and take a good look at yourself! Do you have any idea who the fuck I am? Do you know what car I drive? How much money I have? Believe it or not, I can make one phone call and have you laid up in a hospital bed for two weeks."
Song Rong’s eyes lit up. So what if the greasy old man was ugly and probably useless in bed? He had money! His words were so domineering, so thrilling!
A cold smile played on Xia Liang’s lips as he considered how to handle this greasy old man. He disdained getting into a shouting match, so he cut straight to the point, mockingly repeating the man’s own questions.
"So, who are you? What kind of car do you drive? And just how much money do you have?"