Chapter 1 08.11/Fiancée He looked up. …
My Runaway Fiancée
First release
/Zhoufu Xiaoshisan
"Have you really decided to resign?"
When her best friend asked this question on the phone, Chu Song was still squatting on the ground, packing her luggage with great effort.
She bent her back and stuck out her butt, moving like an "angry" snail.
Yes, yes, yes, she couldn't work that crappy job for a day. She thought her stupid boss was crazy - like she drank a ton of industrial wastewater.
"I only took one day off last month. Can you believe it? It was because I had a fever."
"When they recruited me, they said we'd work from 9 to 6, but I ended up having meetings as soon as I got off work."
Chu Song complained twice in succession and sat down on the floor.
If that were all, she wouldn't necessarily want to resign. After all, working in an art museum has always been her dream.
She took a breath, her mouth pressed against the microphone, and spoke in a gloomy tone: "At the exhibition last week, it was clearly him who asked for an extra booth, but in the end it fell on me, and the senior leader docked a month's salary from me."
Wen Yao shouted from the other end, "Quit! I hate capitalists like this!"
Tired from packing his suitcase, Chu Song turned around and lay down on the carpet, staring at the ceiling and cursing softly, "He's not a capitalist either. People like him will never become a capitalist in their lifetime."
This stupid boss is just a small boss at best.
Wen Yao continued to ask: "What happened next? Did they really deduct a month's salary from you?"
"Yes, and then he probably saw that I was unhappy, so he was being sarcastic to me during lunch."
"So shameless?? And then??"
"Then I couldn't help myself... my hand slipped and the seaweed egg drop soup I had just made spilled all over his pants."
Strictly speaking, it is pants/crotch.
"What happened next?" Wen Yao continued to ask.
"Now he's like he drank two tons of industrial wastewater and keeps yelling about firing me."
Chu Song patted the pillow in his arms a little disappointedly. He should have been more patient at that time, or not splashed it so directly, but a little more crookedly. Maybe he wouldn't have to resign now.
Wen Yao didn't know if it was okay or not: "Forget it, just quit and go have some fun for a few days. It's a good chance to avoid your stepmother's debt."
Chu Song lay down on the carpet, looking at the ceiling, and thought about it and agreed.
Her mother died when she was in junior high school, and her father remarried two years later. When she graduated from college, her father was bedridden due to illness, and her stepmother began to ask her for money constantly.
I just contacted her two days ago and said in a roundabout way that her brother's summer camp fee needed to be paid and asked if she had any money so that she could borrow some.
"Don't lend it to me! Don't lend it to me!" Wen Yao repeatedly warned from the other end. "Your brother is your stepmother's son. You have no feelings for him. He's just a money-spending machine."
Chu Song fixed her hair and sat up from the carpet: "I know."
She had no intention of borrowing it, so she wanted to go out and play to avoid the limelight.
Her luggage had been packed in advance, and the tickets and homestay had been booked in advance, so the day after she resigned, she dragged her luggage to the airport.
When I was changing my boarding pass at the airport, Wen Yao sent me another message.
Wen Yao: [Are you really going to be gone for a month?]
Chu Song stopped, withdrew his other hand from the luggage handle, tilted his head to think for a moment, and typed a reply.
First Song: [Not only.]
First Song: [It could also be two months, or three months.]
After two years of struggling as a social animal, she is now in urgent need of a long period of rest to heal herself.
Wen Yao calculated on her fingers: [So you won't be able to come back until after this summer?]
Chu Song: [About the same.]
Wen Yao: [Do you have enough money?]
Chu Song: [That’s about the same.]
She has a good education and the salary at the art museum is not low. After work, she also takes on some private cultural and creative design work. In two years, she now has a savings of 30,000 to 40,000 yuan.
The homestay she booked is on a monthly basis, costing 2,400 yuan per month. Adding transportation and meals, 20,000 yuan should be enough for three months.
After this trip, I can save at least 20,000 yuan.
Wen Yao: [Okay, okay, resigning is the coolest thing to do.]
Wen Yao: [I don’t want to go to this crappy class for even a single day.]
Wen Yao works as a lobby manager in a star-rated hotel. Someone complained to her this morning about a customer who changed rooms six times simply because he was not satisfied with the mural hanging above his bed.
Wen Yao: [He said he consulted a Feng Shui master and learned a lot of taboos.]
Wen Yao: [The last time he tried, he still said no. He said the woman in the living room mural was too revealing. His Feng Shui master told him to abstain from sex.]
Wen Yao: [I hurried over and took a look.]
Wen Yao: [The woman in the mural is wearing a short-sleeved shirt! !]
Wen Yao: [This is also called exposure?! !]
Even through the screen, I could feel how much Wen Yao wanted to vomit blood.
Chu Song got up late this morning and didn't arrive early. After getting her boarding pass, she didn't have much time, so she went to the security check area.
She pulled her luggage towards the security check, picked up her phone, put it to her lips, and sent a voice message to Wen Yao. Her voice was gentle and soft: "I'm going to the security check. I won't talk to you for now."
Wen Yao: "Okay, go quickly. The front desk called again. I need to go over there."
The distance from Chu Song's northern city to the border coast where she was going was very far, and it would take more than three hours to fly.
Although this sea area is still considered inland, it is close to the border, faces the sea, has good privacy and a developed economy, so many foreigners doing business in the country and prominent old money families live here.
Chu Song came out of the airport and took a taxi to the B&B he rented.
On the way, when they passed an overpass, the driver introduced her to the area on the left side of the bridge.
The lush vegetation and the seaside beach are quiet and vast, completely different from the bustling scenic area on the right.
"Rich people live there. I drove someone there last time and saw an ancient castle along the way."
Chu Song turned around and looked over, surprised: "Ancient castle?"
The driver, who is not a local, came here with his wife seven or eight years ago: "Yes, it's that big castle, like Western architecture."
The driver laughed as he spoke, "It's my first time seeing this too. It's just like in the movies. I don't know if there are any people there."
Chu Song was curious, so he lowered the window halfway and continued to look in that direction.
The greenery was so dense that she could only vaguely see the shadows of some buildings.
The driver continued, "It's just like that here. The north and south districts don't resemble a single city. The south district, which is close to the sea, is full of wealthy people. A few days ago, there was a hot topic online about a house with a private jet parked there. But that owner is just one of the richest businessmen in our province, not the richest."
The driver said, "Many wealthy families from before the founding of the People's Republic of China lived here."
Chu Song listened and nodded silently.
Just as it flashed by, she saw the spires of a building stuck in the lush vegetation. It was an architectural style she had never seen before. It was very beautiful, like the big castles in American TV series.
But it was too far away and she could only see a vague outline.
The driver heard her agreeing and continued, "You said these rich people really know how to enjoy life. I drove over there before and saw it from a distance. It's all private beaches. I guess each family has their own piece of land. There are mountains and sea. It's good to be rich."
The driver clicked his tongue twice, sighed, and patted the steering wheel twice.
Chu Song took one last look, climbed up to the window, and nodded undeniably.
Before coming, Chu Song made a detailed strategy and made thorough preparations, but after coming, he found that his preparations were still not sufficient.
The prices in this place are indeed high. The homestay she rented is small, in a remote location, and has poor sanitary conditions. It is completely different from the pictures she saw online at the time.
But it is true that 2,400 yuan a month is a very low price here, and it is indeed difficult to rent a very good house.
She could tolerate the small size, but she really couldn't tolerate the poor sanitary conditions. Moreover, the man living next door to her seemed to be an unemployed homeless man. On the night she moved in, the man banged on the door because he was drunk, and the police were called.
She couldn't stand it anymore, so the next morning she negotiated with the owner of the B&B to cancel the lease and found another place to live.
I needed to change houses temporarily, but couldn't find a place with a good value for money. Finally, I found a house that is by the sea, has a good environment, and the owner is nice. It costs 5,200 yuan a month.
She calculated her savings, paid a deposit, and planned to live here for two months while taking some private design work online.
If you can make some money, make some. If you can’t, make sure it’s enough to spend.
I had thought this through and was about to have a wonderful vacation, but I didn't expect that from the next afternoon, I would receive frequent calls from the art museum.
She resigned very decisively. She did not make any further plans for the next art exhibition she was working on, but instead sorted out the existing materials and handed them directly to the team members.
The boss who had been sarcastic to her before was unwilling to do so and insisted that she finish handling the entire exhibition content before leaving. He even said that even if she resigned, she would be responsible for the completion of the exhibition.
Of course Chu Song refused, so her boss asked an intern in the group to call her.
She couldn't stand it anymore, so she turned off her phone and signed up for a one-day tour.
This seaside city has a large area, about the same size as a municipality like Beicheng. If you include the nearby scenic spots, the area is even larger.
There are many attractions. The one-day tour group she found only includes two places, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. The afternoon one is close to the wealthy area that the driver mentioned when they came.
We arrived at the scenic spot at four o'clock in the afternoon, followed the tour guide to visit the museum, and it was already past five o'clock when we came out.
This one-day tour does not include dinner. From now on, you will have free time. We will gather at 9 pm and then send the tourists back to their accommodation one by one.
Chu Song had no one to travel with, so he walked on the beach for a while, asked someone to take two photos for him, then ended his trip and found a place to rest.
It was almost eight o'clock and she felt a little hungry. She was too lazy to go to a restaurant far away to eat, so she searched for a nearby supermarket on the map. She wanted to go to the convenience store to buy something to fill her stomach and then come back to gather.
The beach where she was was about ten minutes' walk from the convenience store.
She calculated the time, picked up a straw hat from the beach, put it on her head, and walked in the direction indicated on the map.
The convenience store was a little further than estimated on the map. Twenty minutes later, she finally arrived.
As expected of a wealthy area, even the convenience stores are much more luxurious.
First of all, it was large, secondly, there were few items on display, and thirdly, the shelves were all written in English, French, and Italian, with professional terms, many of which she could not understand at all.
She picked out two packs of biscuits whose names she could understand, a bottle of juice, and a bag of what looked like preserved fruit.
When she went to the checkout counter to pay, the stern-looking clerk scanned the money with the machine and told her it was two hundred and seventy yuan.
???
Chu Song's eyes widened, and he even wanted to ask the clerk, "Do you think I look like two hundred and seventy yuan?"
She took two deep breaths and calculated the price of eating at a beach restaurant. There were several restaurants there, and almost every person cost 500 yuan. She didn't have much time, and the prices on this damn island were just like that, so 270 yuan was fine.
She prepared herself mentally, paid the bill, and walked out of the supermarket with the bag.
As she pushed open the door, the wind chimes above her head rang twice, and she saw a man sitting on the left side of the platform outside.
There is a rest area outside the convenience store. The tables and chairs are as luxurious as those in this wealthy area. There are even different solid wooden ornaments on each table. It's so damn "luxurious".
The man was wearing a white shirt and had his head half lowered, seemingly looking at the drawing board in his hand.
He was very tall and had a good figure. Every piece of fabric in his shirt was stretched just right by him, and one could faintly see the perfect thin muscles and bone lines under the shirt.
His legs are very long. I started studying design and have drawn human bodies before, so I can tell that he is at least 1.87 or 1.88 meters tall.
His temperament was just like the environment at the time, handsome and quiet, even with a hint of mystery and coldness.
Chu Song was just like any other normal person. When he saw a good-looking person, he would subconsciously take a second look at him. Moreover, this man was not just “averagely” good-looking.
Her gaze lingered on the man for two more seconds. The next second, when she put the straw in her mouth, the man moved, his bony fingers slightly bent, and he looked up at her.
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