In fact, in Sang Xiaoyu's eyes, Jiang Chunhui has also changed, but this change is very small to him.
He has gained some weight.
A dark blue shirt hugs his body, his pants and shoes are clearly branded, his hair is meticulously combed, and he has an indescribable smell of perfume. No matter how you look at it, they are people from two different worlds.
When he arrived at the entrance of Chunhui Hotel, Jiang Chunhui asked people to come out to unload the goods, then threw 3,000 yuan to Sang Xiaoyu and asked if it was enough?
Sang Xiaoyu said that there was no need to use so much, and only the cigarettes were worth some money.
Jiang Chunhui refused to listen to her next words and said, just listen to me.
Sang Xiaoyu stashed away the money and wondered whether she would need to go out to the evening market today.
After everything was settled, Jiang Chunhui saw that it was still early, so he asked Sang Xiaoyu to sit in the car and took her for a walk.
In the car, Sang Xiaoyu proudly recounted the payments she had made over the past three years and her experiences over the years. Jiang Chunhui turned to look at her and said, "Is that how you set up a stall?" Sang Xiaoyu nodded.
There is a nice perfume smell in the car, and the car decoration must be top-notch. It doesn't match Sang Xiaoyu at all and is a bit out of place.
Jiang Chunhui extended his thumb and praised her for being amazing.
In the car, Sang Xiaoyu talked endlessly about the struggle over the years, and Jiang Chunhui nodded frequently.
He said: "Sang Xiaoyu, Sang Xiaoyu, you have really changed a lot, you are much stronger than you were three years ago.
Do you still remember when you were in school? You loved to cry the most. Even if someone gave you a love letter, you would hand it to the teacher..."
Sang Xiaoyu burst out laughing and said, "You are exaggerating. I never cry, but it's just not realistic now.
I don’t think about those things anymore, it feels like a world away.”
"I remember that at that time, there was at least a row of people who wrote you love letters."
"It's not that exaggerated, it's just that you are in it."
Jiang Chunhui nodded and said with a smile: "Xiaoyu, how did you become stronger? Talking about this seems like talking about other people's affairs.
Three years have passed, and there are still 200,000, at least three to five years, right? You can really laugh."
Sang Xiaoyu laughed again and said: "Originally I wanted to cry, but crying was useless.
Do you remember when we were in school we watched a movie called "Moscow Doesn't Believe in Tears".
Not only Moscow, but China also doesn’t believe in tears.”
She smiled and continued: "Although there are still 200,000 yuan left to pay, these people are not Huang Shiren, so I can laugh. Of course, these people include you."
Jiang Chunhui happily whistled and patted the car horn and said, "I'm so lucky to be included in your direct lineage. In fact, I forgot about this money a long time ago. When I lent it to you, I had no intention of asking for it!"
Sang Xiaoyu smiled indifferently and thought that when she forgot the money, she must also forget her. That's fine. Who is she now?
Even a gangster like Li Junhao doesn't like her, and he still expects a rich man like Jiang Chunhui to care about her?
Jiang Chunhui turned his head and asked: "You didn't like to talk before. What we said today seems to be worse than what we said today combined with all the words we said before."
Sang Xiaoyu said naughtily: "Aren't you my sponsor? I should be nice to you. Do you think I am trying to please you?"
Jiang Chunhui cheered with joy and said, "I like how you talk like this, it shows that you are more realistic than before."
Sang Xiaoyu said: "If you are still living in a dream, let alone repaying your debts, you won't even be able to eat."
Jiang Chunhui didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly asked: "If I offer you 340,000 yuan now, will you still insist on it?"
Sang Xiaoyu fell silent.
Jiang Chunhui especially wanted to slap himself twice. He had dreamed of talking to her so easily, but now, he wanted to destroy this beautiful atmosphere.
Sang Xiaoyu broke the silence and said: "I will persist. No matter how much suffering I suffer, I have to bear it. It is much harder for me to do something against my will than this."
Jiang Chunhui said: "Okay, forget I didn't say it, don't be angry. I liked you when you were elegant and ignorant of the fireworks of the world, and I still like you like this now. Did I owe you something in my previous life?"
This was a bit sensitive, so Sang Xiaoyu didn't answer it and said, "This year is much better than the previous two years. The first year... it's over anyway, so I won't talk about it anymore."
Jiang Chunhui said: "If I had your energy, I would have gone public a long time ago."
Sang Xiaoyu smiled bitterly and said: "Who can refuse to accept fate? Some people can have enough food and clothing even if they do nothing, and some people can only live with poverty even if they work hard all their lives. It doesn't matter, you have to accept your fate."
Jiang Chunhui asked: "Does he really have no faith at all?"
"No."
"what do you think?"
"Is there any use in what I think? Just leave it to fate. It seems that he and I have nothing to do with each other anymore, except for the children."
Jiang Chunhui said curiously: "Let me ask you a sensitive question. Have you really never been with a second man except your own husband?"
Sang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Is there anything I can't ask about this? Is it weird?"
"Don't you feel at a loss? Even if you don't find someone like me, wouldn't you find an ordinary person who can help you?
Now that I’ve said it, don’t people come to this world once to enjoy life? Are you going to suffer like this for the rest of your life?”
Sang Xiaoyu suddenly laughed and said: "If I look for you, it's wholesale, if I look for someone else, it's retail."
"What?" Jiang Chunhui didn't understand for a moment.
Sang Xiaoyu continued to laugh and said: "With you, I can get 340,000 yuan at a time, but it's not necessarily the case with others. Unless I'm with many men, he can get 70,800,000, and he can get a few thousand..."
Jiang Chunhui also burst out laughing and said, "So this is what you call wholesale and retail. It's quite vivid."
Sang Xiaoyu said: "No matter what, I have managed it. Everyone wants to enjoy life, but this is the destiny, and I can't do anything about it.
If God is kinder to me, I can pay off all my debts in another three years, find a job, live a down-to-earth life, and take care of my children. That would be pretty good.
This is the life I plan, simple and clear, and to repay those who have helped me. If I don’t have money, I will use other methods. Anyway, there are still many good people around me.”
Jiang Chunhui said with admiration: "I really admire you. Even though I suffered so much, I never complained to others, and I didn't even curse my husband. I have never seen a woman like you. You are extraordinary and special."
Sang Xiaoyu said: "I may have always been a very rational person. I don't cry. It's useless to complain. The only way to solve the dilemma is to work hard."
It's nothing to me. Thinking about the people who lent me money, I feel sorry for them.
I don’t even dare to calculate interest on some people, including yours.”
Jiang Chunhui said: "Don't you feel bitter if we don't talk about debt anymore? It's so lonely to be alone."
Sang Xiaoyu said: "I'm not alone. I'm so busy every day. At night, I can fall asleep without taking off my clothes. I'm so tired. This feeling is quite good. I don't have time to feel the sadness of spring, but my life is simpler and clearer."