Chapter 129 Does being poor mean he doesn't deserve love?
Xia Mingyang was taken aback, and Zhou Mu pulled Feifei away.
Han Jie, who had watched the whole thing from the sidelines, touched his nose. If he were to approach now, Zhou Mu would probably chase him away.
"Feifei, stay away from toads like that in the future," Zhou Mu instructed.
"Actually, I think I've seen him before." After Xia Mingyang introduced himself several times, Feifei also remembered that brief encounter.
"when?"
“It was when I went to your house once before that the crystal hair clip that my grandfather gave me fell off. He picked it up, stood there waiting for me, and then returned it to me.”
Zhou Mu was even more certain that he did it on purpose. "I don't know about other things, but he definitely doesn't have the good quality of returning lost property."
Meeting Feifei's questioning gaze, Zhou Mu explained, "When I was little, I used to collect bottles and cardboard boxes with a grandma near my house. Once, the grandma lost a week's worth of money that she had saved. It was her grandson's school money. She searched for a long time but couldn't find it. But a couple of days later, I saw Xia Mingyang throw away an old handkerchief. That was the handkerchief that the grandma used to wrap the money. When I asked him, he wouldn't admit it."
Because of this incident, Aunt Sun, who had been quite kind to her, became angry with her because she accused Xia Mingyang of stealing. In addition, not long after, her mother went to jail, and Aunt Sun's family completely distanced themselves from her.
"Your hair clip is so expensive, I don't think he would be so kind as to return it to you. He must know who you are and wants to take this opportunity to get to know you."
Zhou Mu stumbled upon the truth by accident.
"He was only eleven or twelve years old then, right?" Feifei was a little surprised, but then she thought it wasn't impossible. "Never mind, in any case, we'll just stay away from him in the future."
Because of the eye drops Zhou Mu used, Xia Mingyang repeatedly tried to get close to Zhou Mu but failed. On the contrary, Han Jie became familiar with Feifei through Tiezhu.
Han Jie and Fei Fei are neighbors. Sometimes when he is too busy, he will ask Fei Fei to feed Tie Zhu and walk Tie Zhu for him. Fei Fei is happy to accept such requests, after all, Tie Zhu is really cute.
Over time, Han Jie would call Fei Fei to come along when he walked the dog. Whenever this happened, Zhou Mu would always inconsiderately join in as a third wheel.
After observing for half a year, Zhou Mu gradually changed his opinion of Han Jie. He was a good person, from a good family, handsome, and clean-cut, not greasy at all. He was barely a good match for Fei Fei. Most importantly, Fei Fei also had feelings for Han Jie. So Zhou Mu stopped guarding against Han Jie like a wolf.
Overjoyed at getting his first chance to meet Feifei alone, Han Jie choked on his own saliva in his excitement, coughing repeatedly.
Feifei looked at Han Jie, whose face was red from coughing, and thought he looked silly. "You're so agitated?"
"Haha, yeah..." Han Jie was also embarrassed. "Um, where's Zhou Mu? Why isn't she with you today?"
"What? You want her to come? Then I'll call her." Zhou Mu pretended to take out his phone.
Han Jie quickly stopped Fei Fei, "No, don't call her anymore, she probably has her own things to do."
Feifei smiled gently, "Let's go, weren't you going to recommend a restaurant to me?"
"Yes, let's go. Even though you're from Haishi, I guarantee you've never eaten at this private restaurant before."
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After that day, Han Jie's pursuit of Fei Fei became open and aboveboard, and every day people on the gossip forum of Haida University discussed when this perfect couple, who were well-matched in social status and good looks, would finally get married.
At the same time, Song Lifan also began pursuing Zhou Mu. Unlike Feifei and Han Jie, no one was optimistic about this couple.
First, Zhou Mu did not show any interest in Song Lifan.
Secondly, although Zhou Mu comes from an ordinary family, she is beautiful, academically excellent, and capable, while Song Lifan, although from a wealthy family, is disabled, which overshadows all her brilliance.
Song Lifan wanted to adopt a gradual approach, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, but no matter what he did, Zhou Ning always treated him as just an ordinary friend, carefully maintaining the appropriate distance and boundaries in their relationship.
In their sophomore year, Feifei and Han Jie officially got together, and Han Jie couldn't wait to announce it to the world that very day.
He posted photos on social media of Feifei playing the piano at the school opening party and a photo of the two of them together, with the caption: My love at first sight, our long-lasting love.
Xia Mingyang saw this screenshot on the forum after he had just been rejected by two companies.
The pressure of graduating and facing unemployment left him breathless. Looking at Han Jie's beaming face in the photo, he thought of the warning Han Jie had given him.
"Xia Mingyang, you should know your place. You are not good enough for Feifei. Don't waste your time and energy on Feifei. Otherwise, not only will the Yan family not let you off the hook, but I will not let you off the hook either. Chengyue's center is in Beijing, but it is easy for a student like you with no background to not be able to survive in Shanghai."
So... was it Han Jie who made him unable to find a job?
Does being powerless and without influence mean he can be bullied at will?
Does being poor mean he doesn't deserve love?
"Han Jie, I'll make you pay!" Xia Mingyang clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with gloom.
Yan Songyu received the news of Xia Mingyang's actions immediately. As Feifei grew up, Zhong Weicheng gained a colleague, a very skilled female bodyguard named Ruan Qi. It was Ruan Qi who discovered Xia Mingyang's plan to frame Feifei.
"That's disgusting!"
Yan Songyu looked at the report, struggling to suppress the urge to tear Xia Mingyang to pieces.
"He's a carbon copy of Jiang Chengli. Not only are their temperament and personality similar, but they're also just as hypocritical, just as filthy and vicious, and even their despicable methods are the same."
Xia Mingyang's method was exactly the same as Jiang Chengli's back then. He wanted to devise a plan to save the damsel in distress, thereby getting close to Feifei and Han Jie and sowing discord between them. If he could make Feifei fall in love with him, that would be the best outcome.
"Isn't he trying to fake an injury to gain sympathy? Then let him have his way. I heard he studied architectural design, so let's make him have both hands, the kind that's been amputated. That will definitely elicit the most sympathy from onlookers. Make it as clean as possible," Yan Songyu instructed.
"OK."
So, Xia Mingyang finally managed to wait until Feifei went out alone, but before he even reached the agreed place, he was knocked unconscious from behind.
In an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere, Xia Mingyang awoke with a sharp pain, his face pale and covered in sweat. "Ugh—"
Xia Mingyang writhed on the ground. He struggled to open his eyes, only to see two arms in front of him. He screamed in terror, "Ah!"
But then he realized that the two hands looked very familiar, and the sleeves were the same ones he was wearing.
He glanced down and saw that his shoulders were completely bare. "Ah!"
Xia Mingyang struggled on the ground, covered in blood and dust, "Ah... Waaah..."
He looked at his phone, which was right in front of him, and wanted to call for help, but he was in too much pain to move.
After an unknown amount of time, Xia Mingyang dragged a trail of blood on the ground before finally crawling to his phone, his face covered in tears, blood, and snot.
Without hands, he could only use his chin to bump and press the phone screen, but after finally getting the screen to light up, unlocking it became a major problem.
The first time, I made a mistake.
The second time, I was wrong again.
The third time, I was wrong again.
The fourth time... I was wrong.
Xia Mingyang grew more and more desperate with each attempt. If he failed the last time, he would only be left to die. He could clearly feel his body growing colder and colder; he was about to give up...
3, 9, 3, 5, 1... This time, Xia Mingyang licked the screen with his tongue, but he still got the last number wrong; he pressed 4 instead of 7.
One minute after the screen was locked, just as he was about to make one last effort, the red battery indicator completely disappeared, and the phone shut down.
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