Living Is Really Too Exhausting

He pulled several hundred-yuan bills from his wallet. After glancing at Wen Jing, he simply took out all the cash he had and stuffed it into her hand. "Dad hasn't come to see you these past few years. Take this money and buy yourself something you like."

Wen Jing looked at him, and a flicker of hope rose in her heart.

But the scene of fatherly love did not last long before he continued, "Don't come looking for me again in the future. Your aunt doesn't like me keeping in touch with your mother."

Wen Jing's father's current wife was the daughter of his superior at work. Angering her would not only harm family harmony, but also his career.

Wen Jing's last shred of hope was completely shattered.

But she still accepted her father's money.

He owed it to her.

Without saying a word, she turned and left in a daze.

Even after things had reached this point, fate seemed to have no intention of sparing Wen Jing.

The day after returning from the neighboring city, Wen Jing discovered that she was pregnant.

Sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, she stared at the two bright red lines on the pregnancy test and felt the world spin around her. She could barely breathe.

She was actually carrying that beast's child!

Wen Jing was only sixteen years old. She had no idea how to face something like this.

Her mother would not help her, her father had a new family, and what could she possibly do about this child?

Before Wen Jing could find an answer, the school bell rang.

She could only wipe away her tears and leave the restroom. The moment she opened the door, she ran into several delinquent girls in miniskirts gathered together, puffing away at cigarettes.

All of them turned to look at her. Wen Jing lowered her head and tried to hurry past, only for one of them to grab her. "She's Wen Jing?"

"Hey, you're not thinking of telling the teachers, are you?"

Wen Jing shook her head, but no one cared.

"She definitely will. She's always hanging around the teachers' offices. She must be going there to snitch."

"Fuck, my mom has already come to school five times this month. If a teacher gets told again, they'll cut off my card!"

After discussing it, they decided to teach Wen Jing a lesson so she would never dare run her mouth to the teachers again.

More than ten minutes later, Wen Jing made her way onto the rooftop with swollen red cheeks and a school uniform soaked through with some unknown liquid. She sat on the edge, tilted her head back slightly, and basked in the evening sun and wind.

She had completely despaired of this world. Even falling from here into hell would be a thousand times better than living in this filthy world, wouldn't it?

Su Yinan appeared at that moment.

He had slipped out of the classroom that afternoon to sleep on the rooftop. Halfway through his nap, he heard someone crying. Drowsily sitting up, he saw Wen Jing wiping away tears as she sat on the edge of the roof.

His sleepiness vanished instantly.

"You're not planning to jump from here, are you?"

Wen Jing recognized him as Su Yinan, the school's notorious young playboy, but she was not afraid.

Although rumors painted Su Yinan as a hot-tempered, violent delinquent, she had been in the same class as him for a year. At most, he slept through lessons. He had never bullied anyone in class, and even when he occasionally fought, the ones who got beaten up were always students who loved bullying others.

Like the people who had bullied her—they had once been taught a lesson by Su Yinan.

Not to mention that he had a handsome face like the male lead of a campus romance novel. He did not look like a bad person at all.

It was not bad to get one last look at a handsome guy before dying.

Wen Jing gave a bitter smile. "What if I am? Living is really too exhausting."

Wen Jing's words made Su Yinan snap to attention. He wanted to move closer and pull her down, but Wen Jing threatened him, "Don't come over. If you do, I'll jump right away!"

Su Yinan hurriedly stopped where he was. "Don't! Don't do anything rash! Whatever it is, we can talk it out. If there's anything I can do to help, I'll do everything I can!"

She had not expected to feel one of the few moments of warmth in her life just before death. Wen Jing's smile became even more mocking. "Then fine. Listen to a story."

Su Yinan nodded. "I'll listen! I'll listen to a hundred stories if I have to!"

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl..."

Wen Jing began telling her story. At first, Su Yinan only wanted to stall for time and find a chance to save her, but the more he listened, the more something felt wrong.

He was confused, heartbroken, and furious.

It was obvious that the little girl in the story was Wen Jing herself.

He could not believe there were parents like that in this world!

After finishing, Wen Jing let out a long breath, as though she had expelled all the frustration that had built up inside her over the years. She asked, "I don't want anyone else to know this story. Can you keep it a secret for me?"

Su Yinan nodded solemnly. "Of course."

He tried approaching her again. "Can you come down first? I'll help you. There will always be a way."

Wen Jing smiled and shook her head. Rising to her feet with her back to the sky, she said, "You can't help me, but it's okay. I'll put an end to this story myself."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes, her body tipping backward like a light bird.

Su Yinan charged forward with all his strength. For one brief moment, he caught her hand, but everything happened too fast. Before he could get a firm grip, Wen Jing had already fallen. Su Yinan watched helplessly as the girl who had been so alive just moments ago slammed heavily onto the lawn in front of the school building in a horribly twisted position.

His head buzzed. Everything afterward felt like a dream. The teachers evacuated the crowd as quickly as possible, an ambulance drove into the school with its siren blaring, and he was taken into the vehicle by the teachers and brought to the hospital.

A while later, Wen Jing's stepfather and mother arrived at the hospital. Looking at the man's numb expression, Su Yinan heard Wen Jing's words echoing in his mind. His stomach churned, rage rushed to his head, and he strode forward and threw a hard punch into her stepfather's face.

Her stepfather was knocked to the ground. Su Yinan pounced on him, straddled him, and landed two more solid punches. By the time the people around them reacted and rushed in to stop him, the stepfather's face was already bruised, and he was howling in pain.

The teachers did not understand what had happened. They patiently kept asking Su Yinan what was going on, but he refused to say a word, waiting until Su Minghui and the others arrived.

[That's what happened. Big Brother wasn't just innocent—he was a good young man who had tried to save someone!]

After hearing the entire account, Su Minghui instantly understood why her son had refused to explain himself despite all the pressure.

Because he had promised Wen Jing he would keep her secret.

If he said Wen Jing had taken her own life, they would inevitably investigate why. Then all the secrets and dignity that poor girl had wanted to protect would be gone.