TVSFPAG -Chapter 8 I’m So Poor—I’ve Made You Suffer

Chu Jihan stared at her for quite a while before lifting his long legs and getting onto the electric scooter.

He started the throttle, and the scooter slowly moved forward.

The way the two of them rode together attracted quite a bit of attention from passersby.

No matter how thick-skinned Song Yunfei was, she still couldn’t handle so many people staring at her.

She silently covered her face, hoping others wouldn’t be able to see what she looked like.

Chu Jihan would occasionally glance down at her.

All he could see was the back of her fair neck, a few stray strands of hair sticking to her skin, and a thin layer of sweat.

While waiting at a red light, Song Yunfei felt a warm breath near her ear.

At first, she thought someone was harassing her. But when she turned her head, she found herself eye to eye with a Samoyed.

The dog was sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail, as if it had mistaken her for one of its own.

This dog was sitting on another person’s electric scooter, in exactly the same position as hers, even the scooter’s color was similar.

Song Yunfei’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Taking advantage of the owner not paying attention, she reached out and patted the dog’s head.

The dog, very enthusiastic, leaned in and licked her face.

Instinctively, Song Yunfei tilted her head to avoid it—but as she leaned back, she bumped into Chu Jihan’s seat, and also hit him.

Chu Jihan’s expression darkened as he reached out and pressed his hand against the back of her head. “Don’t move around.”

Song Yunfei glanced at him and noticed his unpleasant expression.

She quietly withdrew her gaze, obediently crouching down and no longer paying attention to the Samoyed.

“Xiao Song.”

A voice came from her left. Song Yunfei turned her head in the direction of the sound.

It was a woman sitting in the passenger seat of a BMW. She looked somewhat familiar, but Song Yunfei couldn’t recall who she was for the moment.

Song Yunfei greeted her vaguely, “Oh, it’s you.”

“So it really is you.”

The woman looked to be in her late twenties, somewhat attractive, dressed in professional attire.

She looked down at Song Yunfei with a superior attitude, then shifted her gaze toward Chu Jihan behind her.

A faint smile appeared on her lips, but her eyes carried an indescribable, subtle meaning.

“Is this your boyfriend?”

Song Yunfei could tell the meaning behind that look—it carried a sense of superiority mixed with faint contempt.

As if saying: what’s the use of being handsome? He’s still riding a cheap electric scooter.

She was still too young—when choosing a man, one should pick someone rich. Looks can’t put food on the table.

Although the man beside her boyfriend was about 5’3″, weighed over 200 pounds, and looked like a catfish, at least he drove a BMW.

Song Yunfei didn’t mind the other woman’s gaze at all and nodded calmly. “Mm, yes.”

“Is he a delivery worker?”

“Part-time.”

Song Yunfei’s answer was so calm and straightforward that the woman didn’t see the self-consciousness she expected. As a result, her interest faded a bit.

“Alright then.”

But Chu Jihan had heard everything. He remained silent on the scooter.

The woman sitting in the BMW flaunting her status, and Song Yunfei crouched at his feet—the contrast between them was stark. His fingers gripping the scooter handle tightened slightly.

Soon, the light turned green, and the vehicles slowly moved forward.

Small cities had this advantage: electric scooters weren’t restricted, and cars and scooters mixed freely on the roads.

Unfortunately, the scooter’s battery wasn’t very reliable. It hadn’t been charged for two days, and when it had about two kilometers left, it suddenly died halfway.

Both of them got off the scooter and looked at the “retired” little vehicle, exchanging a glance.

Song Yunfei shrugged. “No choice. We’ll have to push it back.”

Chu Jihan walked in front while Song Yunfei pushed from behind. Within two minutes, she was already sweating profusely.

“You’ve been wronged.”

The man in front suddenly said this, and Song Yunfei even wondered if she was hallucinating.

She looked up at the man’s back in front of her. “What did you say?”

Chu Jihan turned around and looked into her eyes. “I’m so poor, and I still have a bunch of enemies. Yet you’re willing to stay with me—you’ve been wronged.”

Song Yunfei looked at his serious expression, a hint of hurt deep in his eyes.

Her hand couldn’t help but tremble, and her heart followed suit.

She wanted to say, Boss, you’re not poor at all! You’re the CEO of Yanjin Group—how could you be poor!

But she didn’t dare say it. If she did, she’d be dead soon enough.

Forcing a smile, Song Yunfei said, “I’m not wronged. We’re just temporarily poor. In the future, we’ll have everything. I believe in you.”

“Really?”

Song Yunfei nodded rapidly like a chick pecking at rice. “Really! You’re a returnee! Once things settle down, go find a big company. With your ability, making a million a year will be easy!”

Chu Jihan stared at her intently, as if trying to see through her completely.

Just as Song Yunfei began to feel her scalp tingle under his gaze, he slowly spoke, “I’ve even forgotten what I studied.”

Song Yunfei clenched her fists, encouraging him and boosting his morale. “That doesn’t matter. You’ve just lost your memory, but your abilities are still there. I say you can do it, so you can!”

Chu Jihan said nothing more. He withdrew his gaze and continued pushing the electric scooter forward.

Song Yunfei quietly exhaled in relief.

Across the street, parked by the roadside, was a low-key Mercedes-Benz.

Inside the car sat a woman in a black long dress. Her curly hair flowed down her back, and she was very beautiful, with an aloof, cold temperament.

Her gaze passed through the car window as she quietly watched the two of them pushing the electric scooter across the street.

In the driver’s seat sat another woman. This one had a slightly more striking appearance, with a hint of sharp, spirited energy.

“That bastard really is here. Nan Nan, should we catch him and take him back?”

The woman called Nan Nan watched the two of them walk farther away before withdrawing her gaze. She spoke slowly, her voice devoid of emotion.

“No need. Since he enjoys living such an ordinary life so much, let him stay here.”

As she spoke, her fingers tightened, and a flash of hatred passed through her eyes.

Chu Jihan, I’d like to see—once you discover this woman’s true nature, will you still be as happy as you are now?

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After they finished moving everything back home, Song Yunfei collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted.

On such a hot day, after walking two kilometers, she was completely soaked in sweat.

She looked at the busy figure in front of her. Chu Jihan was also quite hot—his back was drenched.

When he bent over, Song Yunfei could clearly see the skin beneath his shirt fabric.

Soon after, the refrigerator was plugged in and began running normally.

Song Yunfei walked over to it and gently touched the fridge, sighing in relief. “Great. Now we don’t have to worry about the food going bad.”

Chu Jihan glanced sideways at her.

Seeing that she could be so happy just because of a refrigerator, his expression grew even more complicated.

However, he had always felt a strange sense.

Even though they were so poor now, these things didn’t seem valuable to him at all.

Even when he heard people talk about hundreds of thousands or millions, he remained calm, without any emotional fluctuation.

It was as if he had once possessed such wealth.

At times, even Chu Jihan himself wondered if he was being unrealistic—like the kind of person online who has no money in their pocket, yet still thinks a million is nothing.

Song Yunfei noticed that he seemed a bit down and couldn’t help asking, “What’s wrong?”

Chu Jihan looked at her and suddenly asked, “If I stay this poor forever, will you still stay with me?”

Song Yunfei froze.

Oh no—this guy had really been provoked by that woman and was starting to question his life.

She cleared her throat and reached out to pat his shoulder.

“Don’t think too much. Didn’t I say it already? You’ll definitely succeed!”

Chu Jihan still looked at her with piercing eyes, his expression extremely serious. Clearly, her answer did not satisfy him.

The smile on Song Yunfei’s lips slowly faded as well.

She suddenly thought—if she showed dislike for his poverty, would he break up with her?