Young and promising in 1957
I don't know if Chen Sang is intentionally avoiding me, or if she's really busy, but I haven't seen her lately. When I finally saw her, I bluntly told her that I'll be leaving soon.
She saw my determined tone, so she let me give her time to think about it. Lately, she's been going out a lot and can't take care of the nightclub business, so she asked me to help Ah Guang manage it. After this period is over, if I decide to leave, then I'll leave! Seeing her tone soften, I agreed to do it.
That night, I talked a lot with Chen Sang. I thanked her for taking care of me for the past three years and told her how important she was to me. If it were any other day, I would never say such cheesy words, but I wanted to comfort Chen Sang.
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I started working under Chen Sang, and I won't deny that there's a big difference between being a mom and a miss. Before, I was always humble and trying to please others, but now many people are trying to please me. Even the usually arrogant red card holders have become respectful towards me. Seeing those stacks of red cash, it's hard not to be tempted - one night's income is equivalent to what I would earn from accompanying clients for a month.
I used to think that having a million in savings would make me rich. But as the saying goes, no one ever complains about having too much money, and I'm a greedy guy to boot. With more money, my extravagant spending habits resurfaced, and my luxurious lifestyle started to shake me up - I felt like I was trapped in a web of wealth and desire.
Chen Sang was well aware of me, so when she let go and allowed me to accept her work, she knew I would be shaken.
After I accepted the one million from him, I thought my relationship with Song Mu Zhi was completely clear. When I received his call, I was surprised, and even my heartbeat accelerated by a beat.
But when I heard his voice, I understood why he called me. He was drunk, not just a little tipsy, but almost incoherent. Otherwise, the normally rational him wouldn't have complained to me over the phone about how much he hated the social niceties of officialdom and how he hated officials protecting each other. He also said he wanted to see me.
When I heard that sentence, my heart softened. I reminded him that he was drunk and he shouted back at me, saying he wasn't drunk. He said why don't you test me with a three-digit addition problem instead. It was a game we played during our passionate love period when we were young and arrogant, not knowing how to yield to each other, insisting on our own point of view, and conflicts were inevitable.
Song Mu thought that the two of them being stiff wasn't a solution, so he proposed a way to resolve it. Both people would give each other a three-digit addition problem, and whoever solved it correctly in the shortest amount of time would win. The loser would have to obey the winner unconditionally.
I remember I always won, but now with my current IQ, even two-digit addition requires a calculator. The contrast between his and my status is now a huge irony. I saw some reports about him in the news, all of which inevitably included the phrase "young and promising".
I asked him where his fiancée was! He shouted at me in a loud tone, "Don't mention her!" I didn't bring up Wen Hui again. I said, "Song Mu Zhi, tomorrow you'll definitely forget what you did." His tone turned serious and he told me that he had never forgotten all along. I don't know what he's referring to, nor do I want to figure it out.
I told him I had something on and hung up the phone without waiting for his response. I clearly didn't love Song Mu-zhi anymore, nor did I understand what it meant to be in love. Yet every time I ran into him, I couldn't help but think of my former self, and that scar would crack open again.
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