The woman said timidly, " Baibai, your father and I don't have that much money left. Your father is also sick now, and I really don't know who else to ask. I've already tried to borrow money from your uncle's family, but they don't want to lend it to me."
Shen Anbai pursed his lips. "I can give you a maximum of one thousand more, making it three thousand in total. I'll transfer it to your WeChat."
After saying this, Shen Anbai hung up the phone without even waiting for the woman's reply.
He placed his phone face down on the bed, plunging the room into darkness once more.
He took two deep breaths, utterly bewildered as to why he had ended up with such a family.
When Shen Anbai was young, his father was a worker, doing manual labor on construction sites. On the day Shen Anbai was five years old, he had an accident and his legs were crushed, leaving him paralyzed in bed.
My mother was initially just a housewife. After my father became disabled, the family lost all income, and she had no choice but to find work.
I've worked as a supermarket cashier, sold fried skewers and chicken strips outside a school, and now I'm a cleaner at the airport.
With parents from the lowest rungs of society, Shen Anbai could never hold his head high.
In high school, the school's Alpha heartthrob was incredibly handsome and popular, but he treated him differently. He would proactively bring him snacks, help him clean, and even carry him to the infirmary when he fell down.
Shen Anbai was feeling quite smug for a moment, until his Mother Shen's fried food tricycle arrived at their school from the elementary school on the next street.
Amidst envious glances from onlookers, he and the school heartthrob emerged from the school gate. There, they saw Mother Shen, dressed in greasy clothes and an apron, her hair tied in a low ponytail, her face weathered. She waved to Shen Anbai, " Baibai."
Falling from heaven to hell can happen in the blink of an eye.
The alpha school heartthrob subconsciously let go of his hand.
People around them were talking about it.
"Is that Shen Anbai's mother? She looks quite like her."
"Ah, I always thought his family was at least a scholarly family. Shen Anbai is like a prince at school, but his family makes fried chicken strips."
"Hehehe, let's go fry up ten yuan's worth of stuff, and try it out."
These memories are like a swamp; once you recall even one corner, an overwhelming wave of grievances washes over you.
On what grounds?
Why is his family so miserable?
There are so many rich people in the world, why did he have to be stuck with such useless and embarrassing parents?
Thinking about all this, Shen Anbai felt short of breath, as if he couldn't catch his breath.
-
Jiang Nan had a pretty happy New Year, and she even gained weight.
He didn't realize something was wrong until the day he went back to work.
Song Zhusheng hasn't shared any Douyin videos with him for several days!
The Douyin ) spark has disappeared!
This matter is extremely serious.
Jiang Nan entered the company. The old man was sitting with his legs crossed, wearing a bright red Zhongshan suit, looking quite respectable, picking his teeth with his fingers.
"Damn it, Happy New Year!"
Jiang Nan: "Happy New Year, GG Bond."
The old man's face darkened, becoming even longer than a donkey's. "Who are you calling GG Bond? Believe me or not, I'll have my daughter fire you."
Jiang Nan pouted, shaking her head, "Ah, I'm so scared!"
Old man. "... Get out of here!"
Jiang Nan snorted coldly, "[771, this old man can't take a joke.]"
771 perched on his head, playfully slapping it with its bottom, its little wings flapping wildly behind it, [Hurry up, I need to take the elevator!]
The Little Black Ball's five favorite things: reading a collection of corny jokes, playing on its phone, playing SpongeBob SquarePants, riding in an elevator, and sitting on the roof of a car.
Jiang Nan: [Okay, okay, don't rush me.]
-
When the man and the ball arrived at the conference room, Song Zhusheng was already sitting there.
He was wearing a white down jacket, making him look like a round, plump dumpling.
" Shengsheng, I miss you so much." Jiang Nan plopped down next to him.
Song Zhusheng crossed her arms. "Get away, I don't want to talk to you."
"Why?"
Jiang Nan's eyes widened, and she cried out that she felt wronged.
Song Zhusheng snorted coldly, "Why didn't you tell me sooner that your girlfriend is so young and beautiful?"
Jiang Nan hummed in agreement. "Do I need to tell you that? How could the wife I found not be young and beautiful?"
Song Zhusheng: "..."
His vision went black.
I already foresaw the extent of the social embarrassment I would experience when I met my parents.
Although he and Fu Xingli may not necessarily get married.
Zhu Xia is beaming with joy lately; the company has hired several new young artists, and the conference room is always full.
Zhu Xia said a few words briefly, then her gaze suddenly fell on Jiang Nan, and she singled her out for a comment. "You've gained a lot of weight again."
Jiang Nan explained, "This is just happy weight gain."
Zhu Xia braced her hands on the conference table. "I don't care. Filming officially starts in two weeks. You need to cut it back down."
Jiang Nan reluctantly replied with an "Oh".
Jiang Nan stayed at the company for a while longer, mainly arguing with the old man.
His phone rang in his pocket. He thought it was Fu Zhouzhou calling, so he happily took it out, only to find it was an unfamiliar number.
He paused for a moment, thought for two seconds, and finally answered the phone.