Under the streetlight, his washed-out white shirt stood out starkly. Bathed in the glow, he seemed wrapped in a faint halo, looking almost dreamlike—unreal.
Song Yunfei quickened her steps and walked over.
“I thought you were working overtime. I messaged you, but you didn’t reply.”
Chu Jinhang withdrew his gaze from the Porsche disappearing into the distance and looked at her. “I was riding. Didn’t notice.”
Catching the direction of his glance, Song Yunfei worried he might misunderstand and hurriedly explained, “I was planning to take the bus home myself. I didn’t expect some guy to suddenly come looking for trouble.”
Chu Jinhang’s eyes shifted slightly. “The one driving the Porsche?”
Strangely enough, he’d never deliberately learned about luxury cars. And yet, the moment he saw their logos, he could recognize them at a glance.
It was the same with foreign languages. He didn’t know whether he “knew” them or not, but when a sentence came to mind, he could say it naturally.
The feeling was… unsettling.
Song Yunfei nodded. “Yeah. He even asked me out to dinner. You can tell at a glance he’s bad news—so full of himself.”
Chu Jinhang said calmly, “Then don’t go to work anymore. You’ll only run into more people like that.”
For a moment, Song Yunfei couldn’t tell whether he was being sarcastic or genuinely telling her to quit—his expression barely changed at all.
After thinking it over, she asked, “If I don’t work, then what would I do?”
Chu Jinhang replied, “Whatever you did before. Just keep doing that.”
That settled it. He really was suggesting she stop working.
She swung her leg over and sat on the back seat of the e-bike. “I’d rot away if I didn’t work. I’ll keep my job. Come on, let’s go home.”
Chu Jinhang mounted the bike as well and slowly pulled out onto the road.
“By the way,” he said from the front, “there was a last-minute meeting before I got off work.”
He briefly told her about the exhibition.
When Song Yunfei heard he’d gotten a raise, her eyes lit up. “Really? That’s great! Where’s the exhibition?”
“In Huai City.”
She had no idea where Huai City was—probably not far. As long as it wasn’t Hai City, it was fine.
“Do you think you can handle it?” she asked.
Chu Jinhang shook his head. “I’m not sure. Our booth location isn’t very good.”
For a small factory like theirs, just qualifying for the exhibition was already impressive. A prime booth location was wishful thinking.
Song Yunfei pinched the hem of his shirt and encouraged him, “I believe in you. You’ll definitely do well. So what if the location isn’t great? Gold shines wherever it is.”
“And since you got a raise, how about we eat out tonight to celebrate?”
Chu Jinhang didn’t respond, just rode on in silence, taking her to a familiar place.
Song Yunfei hadn’t chosen anything fancy—just a small restaurant not far from their neighborhood.
They came here often. The food was good, and more importantly, it was clean.
The shop was run by a middle-aged couple who bought ingredients fresh from the market themselves. They were old acquaintances by now, and the owner’s wife immediately broke into a smile when she saw them.
“You’re here! Sit, sit—what would you like?”
Song Yunfei picked up the menu and ordered three dishes: stir-fried greens, tomato and egg, and shredded potatoes in sweet-and-sour sauce.
Chu Jinhang’s expression turned a little odd. “Wasn’t this supposed to be a celebration? Why is everything vegetarian?”
Song Yunfei said matter-of-factly, “Isn’t tomato and egg a meat dish?”
Chu Jinhang fell silent.
The owner’s wife laughed and chimed in, “That just means your girlfriend knows how to live sensibly. I’d say you two must be getting ready to marry, right?”
That made both of them freeze.
Song Yunfei found it amusing. “Boss lady, how can you tell?”
With the knowing look of someone who’d been there before, the woman said, “Young couples who’ve just started dating spend money like water. Couples who eat simply like this? They’ve usually been together a long time—saving up to get married. You two have been together for a while, haven’t you?”
She wasn’t wrong.
But Song Yunfei was really just trying to save money for rent.
Chu Jinhang got paid on the seventh. Rent was due on the first. She didn’t want the landlord calling every day.
Chu Jinhang said nothing.
He glanced at Song Yunfei, clearly lost in thought.
She gave an awkward laugh and brushed it off without much confidence. “Yeah… quite a while.”
Even with three vegetarian dishes, eating out was still more expensive than cooking at home. Making these herself wouldn’t cost more than ten yuan.
Here, it was over thirty.
After dinner, there wasn’t much else to do. Chu Jinhang went out again to deliver food.
Song Yunfei took a shower and started scrolling through videos.
She had no idea what the original owner of this body used to watch—because the algorithm kept feeding her nothing but “chicken soup for the soul.”
Women must first learn to love themselves.
How terrifying female awakening can be.
If you want something, you must fight for it. If you don’t compete, you’re destined to stay at the bottom forever.
Methods don’t matter. Results do.
Fake socialite successfully marries into a wealthy family—worth hundreds of millions—using just these three tricks.
Whether he loves you or not—you can tell from these signs.
…
Nine out of ten videos were this kind of thing. The last one was borderline clickbait. Song Yunfei was starting to feel genuinely depressed.
It just so happened that Chu Jinhang came back early from deliveries that night. The moment he pushed the door open, he heard:
“When dating, stay away from poor men. Don’t be fooled by how nice they are to you—because other than treating you well, they have nothing else to keep you. A poor man’s love is the cheapest thing there is.”
He froze in the doorway.
In one hand was his e-bike helmet. In the other—a cup of milk tea.
Song Yunfei jumped in fright and hurriedly swiped up.
“Sisters, we must stay away from poor men. What’s most terrifying about them isn’t that they’re poor in money—it’s that they’re poor in spirit, and they’ll keep draining you—”
Flustered, she fumbled for several seconds before finally closing the app.
She looked toward the door, mortified, her expression screaming I want to cry.
What on earth had the original owner been watching?! This was going to get her killed!
She forced a smile uglier than crying. “You’re… back?”
Chu Jinhang said nothing. He walked in, set the milk tea on the table, and headed for the bathroom.
“I’m going to shower.”
Watching his lonely retreating figure, Song Yunfei wanted to slap herself twice.
Why did she have to scroll videos? Wouldn’t it have been better to just sleep?!
She hurried out of bed, picked up the milk tea, and took a sip to calm her nerves.
Then she went to wait outside the bathroom.
About ten minutes later, Chu Jinhang came out.
Song Yunfei plastered on a smile. “The milk tea’s really good. Thanks.”
Chu Jinhang wiped his hair and went to sit on the sofa. “I’ll sleep here tonight. You should rest early.”
“Really—?”
She almost sounded happy, but the moment she caught the deep look in his eyes, she hurriedly wiped the smile off her face.
She walked over and sat beside him, scrambling to patch things up. “Are you really mad? That video—it was just randomly pushed to me. I didn’t look it up myself. You believe me, right?”
Chu Jinhang lifted his eyes to look at her, his face blank.
“No. You’re allowed to dislike it. That’s only natural,” he said calmly. “I’m the useless one.”