"Momo, don't put it so harshly. We have seven years of feelings; I just feel that our feelings shouldn't be measured by betrothal gifts." Zhang Zheng explained eagerly, "Money is a vulgar thing, and I have always believed that you are not that kind of materialistic Woman."
Trying to PUA me again!
Yan Mo coldly laughed, "Feelings? Then let me ask you now, is our so-called seven years of feelings worth 88,000? If you don't even have this bit of Sincerity, what is there to talk about regarding feelings?"
Zhang Zheng fell silent. After a while, he said, "Momo, my Parents are old, and earning money isn't easy. I don't want them to work too hard."
"Zhang Zheng, I talk to you about money, and you talk to me about feelings. Now that I'm talking to you about feelings, you're talking to me about money?" The more Yan Mo spoke, the angrier she became. "According to you, your Parents have it hard, so is it my family's fault for asking for betrothal gifts? Why don't you think about my Parents, who have been worrying about my Marriage and even prepared a Dowry? As for you, you and your Parents just want to get something for nothing without spending a single cent."
"What kind of Dowry did your Parents prepare for you?" Zhang Zheng asked with some curiosity.
Yan Mo was just about to speak when she suddenly remembered what her Mother had instructed her. She couldn't talk about the Dowry yet; she had to see Zhang Zheng's attitude first.
"As for the Dowry, that depends on your family's Sincerity. If your family gives more in betrothal gifts, naturally my family's Dowry will be more."
Going back and forth, it was still the topic of betrothal gifts. Zhang Zheng was rendered speechless, his face turning red and his neck thick with frustration.
Seeing that Zhang Zheng had stopped talking, Yan Mo's anger grew even more intense. What did these seven years they spent together count for!
She stood up, wanting to make a decision about this seven-year relationship. "Zhang Zheng, let's make this clear today. Is your family going to pay the 88,000 in betrothal gifts or not?"
Zhang Zheng hesitated, a face full of difficulty. "Momo, it's not that my family doesn't want to pay, it's just that we don't have it right now! How about this, let's owe the 88,000 in betrothal gifts for now, and we'll get married at the end of the year. Once we have money later, I will definitely make it up to you."
After a pause, Zhang Zheng added, "Momo, I know your monthly salary is over ten thousand, and your Parents also give you pocket money every month. How about this, you lend me 88,000, and then I'll give it to you as the betrothal gift, just treat it as paying you back."
"Lend you 88,000? So I'm essentially spending my own money to marry myself?" Yan Mo was so angry she laughed. "Zhang Zheng, you haven't even paid back the one hundred thousand you borrowed from me to buy your car, and now you want to borrow more?"
"I bought the car, didn't you ride in it too?" Zhang Zheng said, feeling very unconvinced.
"I only rode in it a few times when I returned to Nancheng. When in Haicheng, wasn't it always you driving it alone?"
Zhang Zheng felt Guilty and stubbornly said, "Oh! Momo, once we're married, won't this car be ours? What's mine is yours. This one hundred thousand, just treat it as us buying a car together. Why talk about borrowing or not? It sounds so distant. Besides, didn't you say before that you didn't want that one hundred thousand back? Why do you want it now?"
As Zhang Zheng spoke, the expression on his face turned into one of embarrassment turning into anger.
Yan Mo felt that her heart had died, and she coldly laughed, "Since that's the case, there's nothing left to marry for. Zhang Zheng, let's break up!"
Seeing that he hadn't managed to coax Yan Mo after such a long time, Zhang Zheng also lost his patience. He stood up with a look of anger, "Yan Mo, have you made enough of a scene? I've been speaking nicely to you for a long time, why are you so stubborn? Since you've said that, then let's break up!"
"Slap!" Yan Mo lost her composure and slapped Zhang Zheng directly across the face. "Zhang Zheng, you bastard!"
Zhang Zheng covered his face, fire rising in his eyes. "Yan Mo, this slap has wiped away all the feelings we had for each other. Fine! If we're breaking up, then we're breaking up! From today on, we go our separate ways."
Having said that, Zhang Zheng left without looking back.
Yan Mo stood frozen in place, and tears burst into tears. This seven-year relationship was actually so fragile. She looked at her own hand, which was red and painful, and felt some regret.
Tears seemed to slide down from her eyes, feeling cold as if they were flowing from the depths of her heart. After a while, she slowly calmed down, feeling a bit fortunate that she had seen Zhang Zheng's true colors before the marriage.
After she returned to her family, Yan Mo told her Parents what had happened.
Su Yunxiu comforted her with heartache, "Momo, such a Man is not worth you being sad for him. We don't lack that 88,000 in betrothal gifts; it's their lack of Good Fortune."
Yan Zhiyuan, however, clapped his hands in approval, "Good riddance! Momo, Dad will introduce you to someone better, a local who is a well-matched couple with our family. Don't drift in Haicheng anymore; Return to Nancheng. Mom and Dad will find you a stable work; it's more comfortable than living in Haicheng."
"Dad, I studied for four years in Haicheng, and my friends are all there. I'm used to it there, and I don't want to Return to Nancheng yet."
"Fine then!" Yan Zhiyuan didn't want to force his daughter. He had told her before that as long as it was a place she wanted to go or something she wanted to do, he, as her father, would support her.
After breaking up with Zhang Zheng, Yan Mo slept at home for three days. But during those three days, Zhang Zheng never came to coax her.
She thought that Zhang Zheng might have returned to Haicheng, to the one-bedroom Apartment they shared.
Before the short holiday was even over, Yan Mo was anxious to return to Haicheng. She thought Zhang Zheng had gone back, and maybe if they met, they could reconcile.
Gradually calming down, her longing overcame her reason. The bits and pieces of those seven years flashed through her mind frame by frame, playing in a loop like a slideshow.
But when she opened the door to the rented Apartment, it was empty inside, and all of Zhang Zheng's things were gone.
Yan Mo was both angry and filled with disappointment. Before the short holiday ended, she finally accepted the fact that she had broken up with Zhang Zheng.
After the short holiday ended, Yan Mo threw herself into her work, trying to use busyness to forget this pain.
When she was busy, she had no time to think. But as soon as she got off work and returned to the Apartment where she had lived with Zhang Zheng for five years, memories would come flooding back.
She had thought about changing the locks, and she had thought about moving to a different Apartment, but in the end, she was still afraid that Zhang Zheng wouldn't be able to find her if he came back.
She could never let go of their seven-year relationship.
She struggled like this for a few months, all the way until the end of the year, enduring her longing without contacting Zhang Zheng again. Naturally, Zhang Zheng never contacted her either.
After the annual meeting, the Company was going to be on holiday. But she really couldn't wait any longer; she didn't even attend the annual meeting and directly asked for leave to Return to Nancheng.
She wanted to go back and wait for Zhang Zheng's Reconciliation. After a seven-year marathon, she didn't believe that Zhang Zheng had no feelings left for her. Zhang Zheng knew where her family lived; as long as he came, he would be able to find her.
But she waited at home for two days, turning down several blind dates her Parents had arranged for her, yet she didn't wait for any Reconciliation from Zhang Zheng.
In the end, what she waited for was the news that Zhang Zheng was getting married.
Yan Mo had been suffering from insomnia ever since she returned to Nancheng, and this day was no exception. She didn't fall asleep until it was almost dawn.
In a drowsy state, she heard the ringtone of her mobile phone. Yan Mo, who had been waiting for a Message from Zhang Zheng, was already on edge and woke up from her dream instantly.
But when she picked up her mobile phone, what she saw was not a call from Zhang Zheng, but a call from her bestie in Nancheng, Zhao Luoluo.
She pressed the call button with disappointment, and Zhao Luoluo's sharp, loud voice came through from the other end of the phone:
"Momo, what exactly is going on between you and Zhang Zheng? Didn't I hear you say before that you were going to get married at the end of the year? Why did he post on Moments saying he is getting married today, and even mentioned 188,000 in betrothal gifts, but the Bride in the photo he posted isn't you!"
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