A withered yellow leaf spun in the autumn sunlight and landed squarely on Wang Xiaoliang's shoulder.
Yet he felt that insignificant weight.
He picked up the fallen leaf, held it between his fingers, and studied it for a moment before looking up at the trees around him, still lush and green.
Where had this yellow leaf come from?
But autumn had indeed arrived.
National Day was only a week away. He now utterly hated holidays, the exact opposite of how he had felt as a student.
Whenever a holiday came, the stores' sales dropped, and when sales dropped, his dividends shrank.
With loans hanging over him, without those dividends, his fixed salary of nine thousand yuan alone would not even cover his repayments. He would have to ask Wei Zijin to make up the difference.
But Zijin had her own car loan to pay off. He did not want to put all the pressure on a woman.
Over the past few days, he had stopped driving the BMW, preferring to get up before dawn, cram onto the subway, and then transfer to a bus.
Honestly, it really took some getting used to.
After driving for so long, he practically wanted to step on the gas just to go to the bathroom.
But driving did not burn fuel. It burned money.
And fuel prices soared when they went up, but when they fell...
Now that he could leave work earlier, taking the bus home would not get him back too late, and he could save a little on expenses.
Unless Wei Zijin had a side job in the evening and he had to drive over to pick her up, the car stayed put in its parking space.
The moment he entered Store One, Li Fengxia's complaints came at him like machine-gun