"Huh?"
You were stunned, not knowing what to say, just blankly staring at Han Rourong.
What’s going on?
Everything had been fine just a mont ago, how did it suddenly co to a breakup?
Seeing no reaction from you, Han Rourong continued, "I’ve thought about this for a long ti."
"Mhm."
For so reason, you were unusually calm, so calm that it was as if Han Rourong was talking about sothing that had nothing to do with you.
To be honest, according to your sense of aesthetics, Han Rourong was above average in looks. Not to ntion, during the lulls in your current conversation, people around you couldn’t help but shift their gazes towards her, all staring at her figure.
Han Rourong had a pretty face and a nice body, and knew how to dress up. In such sumr weather, wearing a long dress that accentuated her snowy white bosom was extrely tempting.
She looked at you, apparently surprised by your seemingly indifferent reaction, but your lack of tears and tantrums was sowhat of a relief for her.
"We’ve known each other for three years, and during these years, everything around us has changed so much and so fast. I’ve gone from a village girl who knew nothing and dressed all plain and dowdy to now being a departnt manager in the office whom everyone adores, but..."
You suddenly laughed, looking at Han Rourong and said, "Are you trying to say, the life you want, I can’t give it to you?"
Han Rourong was taken aback, choosing silence.
"Fine."
"Huh?"
Han Rourong didn’t catch on imdiately, not understanding the aning behind your words.
"We break up, and it’s you who dumped ." There wasn’t a hint of struggle or negative emotion on your face, as if to you, it was just a trivial matter, "That way, it’ll sound better when you tell others, and besides, a poor Sculpted Silk like could never match up to a dazzling beauty like you."
Saying this, you took out a burger and an iced coffee from the plastic tray, stood up, and headed toward the door. After a few steps, you suddenly turned your head and smiled at Han Rourong, "Oh, by the way, thanks for treating to lunch."
Watching you leave with a suave gesture, Han Rourong felt kind of hollow inside, but certainly not because she harbored any affection for you, instead she began to doubt her own allure.
"That kid agreed?"
At that mont, a rich young master, dressed in brand-na clothes, ca and sat next to Han Rourong, pulling her into his embrace with his right arm around her waist.
"Not now, there are too many people here."
"What’s wrong with too many people? Rember how excited you got when we tried car sex a few days ago and there were more people passing by?"
"How co the boy agreed so readily this ti? I rember last ti he was so dramatic, refusing to agree to break up no matter what. Had I known it would be this easy, I wouldn’t have had to risk burying the kid."
The rich young master glanced around and added, "But it’s strange. I had definitely drugged him, with a dose strong enough to kill an elephant, yet he seems to be fine. And weren’t those guys supposed to have buried him? How could he have climbed out of the pit? Weird."
"Forget about it, now that I’ve broken up with him, nobody can stand in our way anymore."
Touched by the rich young master’s caress, Han Rourong turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, her gorgeous face blushing like a drunk’s, "I’m in the mood right now, let’s go to a hotel."
"Hotel?" The rich young master smirked mischievously, "What’s so fun about a hotel? I just checked out the restroom a mont ago, and it seems like a nice spot. Let’s give it a try. I promise it will make you forget all your worries."
"Ah, you’re so naughty."
"Heh heh, a woman doesn’t love a man unless he’s bad, or so they say, plus, don’t you just love my bad side..."
Coming out of the fast-food restaurant, you gobbled down the burger in no ti, drained the iced coffee and casually tossed it into a nearby bin, then, blending into the hurrying crowd, you walked for a while before suddenly coming to your senses.
Huh?
Where am I going?
Also, where do I live?
Scratching your head and looking around, the steel city felt so foreign it frightened you. For a brief mont, you experienced a sense of not knowing where to turn.
"Hey, Mu Yun, what are you doing here?"
At that ti, a sowhat balding middle-aged man ca your way.
You looked closely at this guy, hmm, don’t recognize him.
"Um, Elder Brother, do we know each other?" You asked, scratching the back of your head with a smile.
The middle-aged man was startled, then laughed patting you on the shoulder, "You silly boy, I’m your landlord! We see each other every month. How could you forget ?"
"Ha ha, well, I was out hiking with a bunch of friends yesterday, and took a tumble down a slope. Got a bit of a blank spot in my mory, can’t seem to rember lots of people and things."
The middle-aged man quickly asked, "Are you okay?"
His concerned expression seed genuine.
"I’m fine, just can’t seem to use my brain properly for a bit. Should get better after so ti."
"Good, good," the middle-aged man nodded, "if you don’t feel well, you should go ho and rest."
"Um... Landlord Brother, I don’t even know where I live right now."
"Huh?"
Eventually, under the guidance of the landlord, you made your way through the bustling district and entered a relatively quiet residential area.
Eastern Sea City is an international tropolis and, like all major cities, is sharply divided into social strata. Passing through a couple of streets, you ca upon the sight of old Eastern Sea-style buildings.
Most of the structures here were lanes that had been around since the several decades of the last century, winding this way and that. Although there wasn’t any chaotic construction, a view over them was anything but refreshing.
You followed the landlord into an old building that was even older than the landlord himself. According to him, the entire building was his, with his family’s inco relying entirely on the rent from this building.
Though the building looked very old, it wasn’t dilapidated, and the landlord’s family often repaired and maintained it. The hallways weren’t dark, with clear windows and a clean feel. It must be said, finding such a living environnt in the old town was indeed rare.
"You’ve lost your key, so I’ll give you this spare. No need to return it; my wife has another, and I can go make a copy tomorrow."
The landlord left you at the door and turned to leave.
Watching his retreating figure, you couldn’t help but utter a sigh of admiration, "Good people, indeed!"
Your room was very simple; the furniture and such didn’t seem like it belonged to you. According to the landlord, all the rooms in the building were move-in ready, indeed a blessing for a Sculpted Silk like yourself.
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