The Loser and Love

"Let's make this clear, okay?" Qin Ze said unhappily. "Falling for a scumbag is Su Yu's personal character problem. Being liked by a scumbag is my moral failing."

I'm a scumbag?

Are you kidding me? Not only do I disagree with that, the whole country would disagree.

"Is that really all I am to you—a scumbag?" Qin Ze said angrily. "This scumbag just lent you thirty billion. Though I have no idea what kind of place needs several hundred billion in funding to compete for. Tiananmen Square?"

"Isn't that so?" Pei Nanman replied calmly, using the chance to hide the flush on her cheeks.

Qin Ze felt utterly heartsick. Though he had never been outstanding, he had always been the steady, obedient child in the eyes of his elders. His future might have been bleak, but his character had remained solid.

Yet he had somehow become a scumbag in Pei Nanman's eyes.

Other scumbags had countless Guangdong B plates and hordes of Guan Bao friendships, while he had only said goodbye to his ex-girlfriend last year—his hands.

Little Right was passionate and uninhibited, while Little Left was reserved and demure. Both had their own charms.

"But I don't dislike you," Pei Nanman said seriously. "Not at all."

Qin Ze said, "So... Sister Man likes scumbags too?"

Pei Nanman sighed. "Logically speaking, given my experiences, I should loathe men like you who keep a foot in two boats. In my circle, the wealthier a man is, the less likely he is to devote himself to only one woman. Women are the same. I'm used to seeing it, but that doesn't mean I agree with it. Qin Ze, do you know? Yet when it comes to you, I have limitless tolerance."

Qin Ze cautiously said, "I'm honored by your misplaced affection..."

Pei