Wang Xiaoliang stood by the street, the sun beating down on the back of his neck, his phone clenched in his hand.
What month was it even? How was the sun already this fierce? It felt as if it could burn through his skin, into his heart, until it caught fire.
I can't miss the payment.
His parents had saved for most of their lives to put up that down payment. If his credit was ruined, all that money would go down the drain.
I can't use Wei Zijin's money. I can't. Even if her card is right here in my pocket.
The Book of Fate said, "One must expend one's own wealth; that which has not entered one's purse is not one's own."
Although Wei Zijin's money was in his pocket, it wasn't his.
At that thought, his heart began to ache again. How had they ended up breaking up?
He didn't understand why two people who had been so intimate would become strangers at the fastest possible speed once they separated.
Forget it. Stop thinking about that. Think about how to pay the mortgage instead!
Borrow.
From whom?
He ran through the possibilities in his head and stopped at a name.
Dahuang. We're like brothers. No, forget it. I gave him fifty thousand. If I asked to borrow money, he'd definitely just give it to me. What would that make this?
Nuomi. We're close too. Really, it hasn't been long, but that feeling of closeness is there.
No, that won't work. She knows how much Zijin earns. Wouldn't asking her for money be a slap in Zijin's face?
Besides, if Zijin and I get back together and she finds out, it'll become another spark for jealousy.
Luo Bisheng.
Yes, him.
There weren't so many complications between him and