Fang Yunfeng thought his parents had changed their minds and was overjoyed. He subconsciously clicked on the message and saw a private message from Yi Lianxue.
"Mr. Fang, how are your stock investments doing? Have they doubled? Have you cashed out?"
"I believe that with your talent, you will definitely make a fortune."
"I miss you so much! I've lost weight recently, and I hope Mr. Fang can get back to me soon!"
"When are you going to transfer double my money back to me?!"
His comments in the first few days were relatively mild, but later he became impatient and said, "Can you give me a straight answer? What kind of man pretends to be dead? You swindled my money and ran away? You're the worst of the worst!"
Fang Yunfeng was astonished by how quickly she changed her mind.
Is this still the goddess in his heart?
Especially after hearing her insult him by calling him scum, he completely exploded, "Why are you running away? You've squeezed over a million yuan out of me, and I only got 50,000 yuan from you, and you call me scum and a disgrace? Have you no shame? If you're so capable, give me back all the money!"
The message has been read.
Yi Lianxue did not reply for a long time.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Weren't you yelling quite fiercely just now? Say something!" Fang Yunfeng urged.
Yi Lianxue immediately sent a pitiful emoji: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fang. I was just hurt so badly before and felt so insecure that I lost my temper a little. Please don't be angry, okay?"
“50,000 yuan is no rush. I know you’re investing in big businesses. I’ll patiently wait for good news.”
Fang Yunfeng: "..."
He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and painfully closed the private messaging app.
Over the next few days, he continued working despite his exhaustion, eventually ending up working at another construction site carrying bricks.
This time, he dared not be arrogant again. Even though he was exhausted, he gritted his teeth and persevered. He worked hard for a month and, after spending the money, he barely had 2,000 yuan left.
This was money he had earned through his own hard work and ability. He was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. It was the first time in a month that he had a good meal.
He even encountered other colleagues who came to freeload. "Hey Xiao Fang! I'm the one who introduced you to this job. Now that you've made some money, don't you know you should treat us all to a meal?"
"I..." Fang Yunfeng looked troubled. "I only earned 2,000 yuan, and I have to hold on until next month. It's really too difficult to treat everyone to a good meal."
"Hey, just treat us to a bowl of noodles! We're just doing this as a token of appreciation, not trying to take advantage of you." A senior employee looked at him with amusement: "This is called maintaining relationships. Why can't you be more flexible? I'll treat you next time."
Fang Yunfeng blushed, realizing for the first time that handling interpersonal relationships was so complicated.
He readily agreed, and after thinking it over, he led everyone to the small restaurant where the owner had treated him to noodles. He said apologetically, "The noodles here are delicious, you won't be disappointed."
The boss was somewhat surprised to see him, and his expression was quite complicated.
When it came time to pay the bill after the meal, Fang Yunfeng reluctantly gave the 200 yuan he had given to his colleagues and another 20 yuan to the restaurant owner. He said apologetically, "Boss, thank you for giving me noodles for free last time. I was ungrateful. This is to make up for it. I hope you can accept it. I'm sorry."
The boss was surprised that he had changed so much in just over a month. A relieved smile appeared on his face. "A bowl of noodles costs 10 yuan. You can take the rest back with you. We are all working people. It's hard work and not easy."
Fang Yunfeng felt a lump in his throat, and this grown man almost burst into tears on the spot.
Back at the construction site dormitory, he secretly vowed to save money to find his parents and apologize to them properly.
When he woke up, his wages, which he had hidden under the bed, were gone.
"Who is it?" His face turned pale, and his eyes reddened with anxiety.
I went out and asked around, but no one would admit it. The thief wouldn't have it written all over their face.
He was so anxious that he almost had a heart attack. He felt wronged and in pain, and he wanted to vomit blood but vomited it out. This bitter and sad feeling almost suffocated him.
This is his hard-earned money!
He roared angrily, "Which heartless beast is it that wouldn't even let go of such a small sum of money? They're worse than pigs and dogs!"
The moment he finished speaking, a series of images suddenly flashed through his mind—
"You heartless beast! This is all our family's savings, your father's life-saving money! How could you spend it!" The mother clutched her chest in grief, tears welling in her eyes.
What he said at the time was, “It’s just a small amount of money. We can easily earn it back. We can always borrow from relatives! Don’t bother with Dad’s surgery. It’s not safe. Let’s just continue with conservative treatment.”
At the time, he genuinely felt that the surgery was completely unnecessary, given the 50% mortality rate.
He didn't find the money hard to earn, since he had never lacked a penny since he was a child.
They don't find it difficult to make money, and they can easily earn back the money from selling the house.
Until this moment, recalling his mother's hair turning gray overnight and his father's aged and sickly appearance lying on the hospital bed, he felt endless regret.
Why would he give such a large sum of money to a female celebrity whose face he could never see, who was only connected to him online?
Driven by vanity and lust, they wanted to express themselves and win the favor of their goddess.
He was as if he had been cursed, losing his humanity.
"Damn it!" He punched himself in anger, collapsing to the ground with a thud. Tears streamed silently down his face as he muttered, "So I was the heartless beast all along. I deserve to die! I deserve to die—"
Even though his whole heart was consumed by guilt, what had happened could not be undone.
He took out his phone, determined to send a message to Yi Lianxue.
The moment he stood up, he felt dizzy, his vision went black, and he passed out.
I woke up again in the hospital.
He rubbed his swollen head and suddenly saw a group of colleagues gathered around his hospital bed, all with solemn expressions, some even looking sad.
Fang Yunfeng asked in a hoarse voice, "What... what's wrong with you all?"
Colleague No. 1 immediately snapped out of it, wiping his eyes and forcing back a sob, saying, "N-nothing, Yunfeng, don't worry too much. If you're not feeling well, just go to the hospital. We've already paid your medical bills for the next few days."
Colleague #2 sniffed and forced a smile: "Yeah, Yunfeng, health is the foundation of everything. Don't overwork yourself or get too tired. By the way..."
He seemed to have thought of something, and quickly pulled out several hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, saying with a pitying expression, "I heard you lost your salary. These past few days must have been tough for you. Here's some money for you. It's not much, but I hope it will help you."
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