Seeing himself attacked out of nowhere, Jiang Cheng felt he had to defend himself.
He hadn't wanted to bother with this mess; after all, it had nothing to do with him.
But his persona was that of a good man, not some scumbag.
"You can eat crap, but you can't talk crap—insult yourself if you want, leave me out of it."
Noticing Jiang Cheng's slight frown, Lin Qingxue said nervously, "Jiang Cheng, ignore him—let's go."
Hao Liang watched Lin Qingxue push past him and hurry to the passenger side of Jiang Cheng's car; panicked, he chased after her.
"Qingxue, you'll regret this. Do you really think he'll care about a girl from an ordinary family? Don't be naïve—he's only after your face. Once he knows your situation, will he still stay with you?"
"Qingxue, stop day-dreaming. Once he's tired of playing with you he'll dump you. I've treated you so well, chased you so long—can't you see who truly cares?"
Hao Liang had struck the sore spot in Lin Qingxue's heart.
She looked at him now with even greater disgust.
She remembered asking him for help when her family ran into trouble.
They were both in the Student Union, and his family was fairly well-off.
Otherwise Hao Liang couldn't have afforded this several-hundred-thousand-yuan bmw.
But when he heard her mother had uremia, he'd turned ice-cold.
Instead of comforting her, he directly urged her to give up.
He even laid out the future treatment costs and the drawbacks they'd bring to her family.
In Hao Liang's eyes, her mother was nothing but a burden.
She would not only drag the family down but also drag down whoever married Lin Qingxue in the future.
After all, uremia required a steady stream of money.
Once the money stopped and dialysis ended, complications would flare up and the patient would soon die.
Hao Liang believed that as long as her mother lived, she'd be huge trouble.
From that day on, Lin Qingxue saw Hao Liang for what he was.
She was the family's only child; right now neither parent could earn money.
If she didn't find a way, she would lose her mother.
So she would never choose a cold guy like Hao Liang.
"Hao Liang, you're the last person qualified to say that. Even if someone else despises me, it's none of your business. We're nothing more than ordinary classmates; you have no right to lecture me."
"Lin Qingxue, at the end of the day you're just a materialistic woman."
Finally enraged, Lin Qingxue said with an icy face, "Even if I am, you're broke—what of yours have I ever taken? It's none of your business."
"Hmph, and I thought you were different from other girls, working part-time every day—turns out you were just shopping for your next guy. I misjudged you."
The onlookers, having eaten such a big melon, started whispering again.
"Damn, were Senior Lin Qingxue and this dude ever together? Why does it sound so ambiguous?"
"Didn't you hear her say they're just ordinary classmates? Maybe he's just a simp."
"I confessed to my goddess yesterday—she also said we could stay ordinary classmates, but she never said she doesn't like me. I think I can still fight for it—could I be wrong?"
"Bro, that's a rejection; your goddess is just being polite—stop flattering yourself!"
…
Seeing Hao Liang refuse to back off, Jiang Cheng finally lost patience and waved him away. "Dude, stop wasting my time—step aside."
Hao Liang blocked the front of Jiang Cheng's car and shouted, "I've liked Lin Qingxue since high school—do you know her better than I do? Besides money, can you give her love?"
Jiang Cheng let out a mocking laugh. "Beautiful speech—sounds like a fart to me."
"You call girls materialistic but won't let go; you act a simp yet think you're the most devoted guy. Devotion is only devotion to someone who likes you—otherwise clinging like this, disgusting yourself and others, is called being a simp. Get it?"
"If your conditions suck and you can't afford the life a girl wants, don't accuse her of being material—just quit and find a girl willing to live that life with you. Why make it so ugly?"
Jiang Cheng wasn't wrong: rich people, the upper class, never blame women for liking money, and they're not stingy about showing off their wealth—because money is the best proof they're not losers.
Every sentence stabbed deep, leaving Hao Liang red-faced.
"My god, this Handsome Guy's not only cute, he's woke."
"Well said—pursue someone who matches your abilities; why force your standards on others?"
"And that boy keeps saying he likes Senior Lin Qingxue, yet every word is an accusation—pure PUA."
…
Hao Liang now felt he'd lost all face; leaving would look pathetic, yet staying was worse.
He could only brace himself and say to Jiang Cheng, "What if I refuse to move—will you drive over me?"
Jiang Cheng's sarcastic smile froze.
"This car costs sixteen million yuan; my bank balance is beside the point. People like me bill our time by the second. A cheap life like yours wants to dirty my car? Fine—if you want to stain it with your blood, one call settles everything. Want to try?"
With every word Jiang Cheng spoke, Hao Liang's face turned a shade paler.
He knew blocking a car sounded trivial.
But when the rich want to screw you, a small thing can become huge.
If Jiang Cheng really floored the accelerator… Stunned, Hao Liang froze; Jiang Cheng stepped on the gas, and the porsche 918 roared.
The fierce beast in front of him flashed its eyes.
The restless engine note at light throttle set Hao Liang's heart pounding.
A few seconds later Hao Liang cowered, quickly jumping aside before Jiang Cheng hit the gas, clenching his fists as he watched Lin Qingxue climb into the car.