novelaction Chapter 818 The Orphan Girl Deceived by the Pretending-to-Be-Poor CEO (3)
Chapter 818 The Orphan Girl Deceived by the Pretending-to-Be-Poor CEO (3)
In fact, Xiang Ze had planned to come back the next day to continue begging Mu Zhou for forgiveness.
However, several friends felt that they shouldn't be so eager, otherwise Mu Zhou would feel that he had him under control and might become arrogant because of his favor.
Moreover, unless you're stupid, after the initial anger and sadness, looking at a million dollars should make you realize what kind of opportunity this is.
When I see her again, I'll definitely have a clearer understanding.
After all, who would turn down money?
They all knew what kind of life Mu Zhou had lived before.
With an opportunity right in front of her that could directly leapfrog her social class to the top, would she be foolish enough to give it up?
They don't believe it.
Xiang Ze instinctively felt something was wrong. Mu Zhou's personality made her calm down, and she was afraid she would hate her completely.
While they were still hesitating, Cheng Wenjing agreed with their statement.
"Miss Mu is angry right now. Seeing you reminds her of how you deceived her. Once she calms down and experiences the happiness that one million brings, she will understand your good intentions."
Xiang Ze had always trusted Cheng Wenjing, and after hearing this, he agreed.
So, over the past three days, he has gathered many things that Mu Zhou used to like.
I'll just wait three days until she calms down before giving it to her.
To his surprise, when he returned to his familiar home three days later, he found that Mu Zhou had moved out and even blocked his phone number.
He then panicked and immediately sent someone to investigate.
That's how we found this place.
Watching Mu Zhou live his life as usual, he suddenly felt a little confused.
Can he really gain Mu Zhou's understanding and be together forever, just as he once imagined?
Mu Zhou didn't get ready to leave work until the next employee arrived.
She put on her coat, wrapped her scarf around her neck, and left.
Xiang Ze followed.
But instead, they saw a boy standing outside the door.
The boy wore glasses, had fair skin, and looked refined and gentle.
Upon seeing Mu Zhou, a smile appeared on his face:
"You're off work? Let's go then, the movie's about to start."
Mu Zhou walked to his side and left alongside him.
Xiang Ze's eyes darkened as he realized that both of their scarves were the same color.
His face darkened, and he chased after Mu Zhou, grabbing her hand:
"Who is this?"
Mu Zhou frowned, pulled her hand away, and looked at him impatiently:
"nothing dealing with you."
"You're my girlfriend, how can you say you have nothing to do with me?"
Mu Zhou chuckled lightly, his tone sarcastic:
Do I need to remind you what happened between us?
"...Yes, we have disagreements now, but you can't deliberately upset me like this!"
Xiang Ze remembered.
The bespectacled man was the nephew of a former neighbor in the urban village.
The neighbor advised Mu Zhou to give up on him, this "disabled" man, and to make plans for herself as soon as possible. He even introduced her to his nephew, who had just graduated from university and passed the civil service exam.
But Mu Zhou refused.
He was so touched that he almost confessed to her.
He just moved out, and Mu Zhou is already going on a date with him?
Jealousy filled Xiang Ze's chest.
He shoved aside the bespectacled man who tried to confront him, grabbed Mu Zhou's arm, and forced her to look at him:
"What will it take for you to forgive me? Do you want me to be beaten up? Tell me how you want to vent your anger. Don't punish me like this."
His breathing became heavy.
The thought of Mu Zhou being with another man made his heart ache terribly.
Seeing that the bespectacled man still wanted to come forward, Xiang Ze lost his patience and pointed at him threateningly:
"I advise you to get out of here right now, or you'll regret showing up here today."
His voice was cold and sharp, and his eyes were churning with anger.
The man was indeed stunned by the sinister gaze and did not come forward again.
Helpless, Mu Zhou could only let him go first.
After everyone left, Xiang Ze calmed his breathing and softened his voice again when speaking to Mu Zhou:
"Let's have our fun, but please don't drag others into this, okay?"
Mu Zhou sighed, pushed him away, and moved a little further away.
“Xiang Ze, I can never go back to the way things were before. Your ‘test’ for me was an insult, and my pride won’t allow me to continue accepting you.”
Mu Zhou spoke very seriously, without a trace of spite:
"Considering how honest and open I've been with you over the past six months, let's part ways amicably."
Her tone was not harsh at all; her calmness frightened Xiang Ze.
*
After separating from Mu Zhou, Xiang Ze lived a somewhat aimless life.
Although I didn't say anything about being reluctant to part with it, I was much more agitated.
Last time, Mu Zhou made his point so bluntly, and he still had his pride; how could he possibly continue to shamelessly lower himself like that?
It's been a week; he hasn't seen Mu Zhou for a whole week.
Every night, he would try to convince himself not to regret his actions.
She's just a woman, what's the big deal?
If he wanted to, countless girls would throw themselves at him, so why would he bother making a fool of himself?
But once she fell asleep, her dreams were filled with Mu Zhou again.
Every smile and frown of hers haunted his dreams.
The unconditional kindness she showed him was something he had never experienced before.
When he woke up again, the stark contrast with reality caused him to feel a dull pain in his chest.
He thought he might never be able to forget Mu Zhou.
Her love was so overwhelming that he simply couldn't let go.
So he went along with his own desires and continued to pester Mu Zhou.
Several of his close friends noticed his troubles and volunteered to try and comfort him.
The result was naturally that they were kicked out.
Finally, he sought help from Cheng Wenjing.
Cheng Wenjing is gentle and generous, speaks in an organized manner, and is very good at comforting and persuading people.
Cheng Wenjing naturally wouldn't refuse.
She went to the dessert shop that Mu Zhou frequented.
*
In the evening, Mu Zhou left the convenience store, as usual preparing to have a bowl of mung bean and glutinous rice sweet soup.
After walking a few steps, I saw a man sitting on the ground in a nearby alley.
The man sat with his head down, leaning against the wall.
He looked extremely颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, decadence, or deject
The man's white shirt was stained and torn in several places.
His bangs fell down, covering half of his face.
Even so, you can still see his sharp jawline and beautifully curved chin.
Mu Zhou glanced at the bloodstains on his collar, hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped forward to reach into his pocket.
As Gu Huaizhou was lost in thought with his eyes down, he suddenly saw a red Mao Zedong bill placed in front of him.
He was stunned for a moment, then looked up in astonishment.
There stood a girl with a cool demeanor and alluring looks. She put down the money and was about to leave.
Gu Huaizhou glanced at the hundred yuan, then at the girl, and was so angry he laughed.
He picked up the hundred-yuan note, his tone nonchalant:
"Hey, do I look like a homeless person?"
Even if he's in a sorry state, is it hard to recognize him in that Italian haute couture outfit?
And this watch in his hand, it would cost hundreds of banknotes to buy.
Even if she didn't recognize the brand, his face didn't look like that of a homeless person.
Mu Zhou stopped in her tracks upon hearing his words and stared intently at him.
The man's face was so handsome that it was impossible to tell whether he was male or female.
He had a pair of slender eyes, slightly upturned, with a perfect curve.
The slight raising of his eyebrows when he looked at her was like a captivating charm.
With such an alluring appearance and the chest muscles faintly visible through the wide-open collar, he certainly doesn't look like a homeless person.
After careful examination, Mu Zhou came to this conclusion.
She bent down, took the hundred-yuan note from his fingertip, and put it back in her bag.
Then he turned and left without saying a word.
The man froze.