What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

"Fuck him to death..."

Ah Biao clutched his ribs, groaning in pain.

I fight and get beaten up myself in my daily life. I consider myself to be in pretty good shape, quite resilient, and a pretty good fighter.

But the kick from that stranger was really unbearable for him.

The pain in that instant felt like it would kill him.

Are they police officers?

It's incredibly unlucky that the police wouldn't be able to handle this.

He gasped, guessing that he had broken two ribs.

Fortunately, the kick only hit his side; if it had hit his chest, he wouldn't doubt that the other man could have killed him with one kick.

This method doesn't seem like that of a police officer.

Who cares? As long as I run away.

Damn it, what bad luck.

He touched the wad of cash in his pocket; thankfully, the money was still there, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Regardless of whether the other party is a police officer or not, it's best not to stay here and run away, since I have money now.

It was those two cowards who bargained down the price, and that's why this little brat only got this little bit of money. He's a bit annoyed.

He went to the main road and waved to flag down a car.

Damn it, I broke a rib, and now I have to spend money on treatment.

Forget it, I'll go back and pack my things first, so that Lili won't cause me trouble when she comes back tomorrow.

That woman is such an idiot.

I've told her not to have the baby, but she just won't listen. What kind of saintly heart is she? Her maternal love is overflowing, and she even wants to marry me!

I want to eat shit.

She doesn't even know who conceived the child; she's trying to make herself the sucker, she's blinded by greed.

If it weren't for the fact that she could make money, I would never have agreed to be this cuckold.

He said he would earn money for a few more years, then he would marry her, and the three of them would live a peaceful life.

How could a whore like her say such a thing?

What's the point of believing in love anymore?

What kind of status or class do they have that they still believe in love?

How much does love weigh? How much money can it buy?

Bah! How despicable!

Clutching his ribs, Ah Biao's face was pale, but fortunately he was young and could bear the pain.

He gasped for breath as he returned to the urban village.

Many people from the surrounding factories eat and play here after work, so even though it's almost midnight, the main street here is still bustling.

"Boss, one serving of rice noodle rolls, please."

Ah Biao's ribs ached, and he was on the run, but he hadn't eaten anything all night, and his stomach was cramping. He decided to eat a couple of bites first.

The rice noodle rolls were still very fragrant, but Ah Biao didn't like the taste; he felt a fishy smell in his mouth.

He spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, not phlegm.

"Damn it."

His heart was pounding; it seemed the man's kick had not only broken his ribs.

He spat several times on the ground, which made the people eating nearby unable to bear it.

"You little brat, everyone's eating, are you ever going to stop?"

"None of your business." Ah Biao was furious, but he didn't have the strength to provoke anyone right now.

He muttered something, dropped the money, and stumbled to his feet, leaning on the table for support.

"If your dad weren't in bad health right now, he'd slap you twice across the face."

He muttered a few words and walked into the urban village.

Passing by the billiard hall, it was still brightly lit, and you could hear noisy noises coming from inside.

"The money you owe, just leave it at that. My money didn't come from thin air, why should I pay you back?"

Ah Biao snorted and took a puff of his cigarette.

As soon as the smoke entered his throat, his lungs felt uncomfortable, and when he coughed, the pain in his ribs intensified, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

He threw away the cigarette, looking utterly helpless.

We returned to the three-story house we were renting.

The light was still on in the room of the landlady on the first floor. This old lady usually goes to bed early, so why is she still awake at this hour?

And the gate was wide open?

This old lady usually hates it when people come and go without closing the door, so why is the door still open at this hour?

Ah Biao thought for a moment, then stopped thinking about it. Anyway, this wasn't his home; he was just staying here temporarily, so it wasn't his problem if he lost his things.

Bah, I'm about to run away, why am I thinking about all this?

It seems I was too kind after all.

These days, kind people are bullied, and beautiful people are taken advantage of.

He thought about stepping inside.

The humidity in the air, when inhaled, has a faint fishy smell.

Although he had gotten used to the climate here, he still didn't like it.

Why didn't the old lady close the door?

He walked inside and saw that the old lady's door was ajar.

The lights inside were dim, making it difficult to see clearly.

This old woman is really frugal; there's only a five-watt light bulb in the house. How can you see anything clearly with that?

They're so stingy. All these rooms are rented out, which would bring in a lot of rent each year, so they're saving this little bit of money.

You deserve to die, you old man.

I asked you to watch the kid, it's not like I'm not paying you, yet you're always so argumentative and unreasonable.

Pooh!

He spat fiercely towards the doorway, since he was leaving anyway and wasn't afraid of offending the old man.

At worst, she'll come out and yell at me.

After vomiting, he clutched his ribs and went upstairs.

The houses here have three floors. He and Lili live on the third floor. It's not a big place; it's just a single room without a toilet.

The toilets on each floor are located at the corner of the hallway; they are public and reek of stench.

Ah Biao groped his way upstairs in the dark. There were no lights in the stairwell, and it was always like this.

He had previously spoken to the old lady about installing a voice-activated light here; it wouldn't be expensive.

The light shines when people leave, and goes out when they pass by.

However, this money-obsessed old man just wouldn't get along.

I don't know what will happen if I save that little bit of money.

Climbing to the third floor, Ah Biao gasped for breath in pain.

It was quite quiet around, and the tenants next door were obviously already asleep.

He took out his keys from his pocket and opened the door.

I poked the keyhole a few times but couldn't find it. Instead, the door opened by itself.

Did I forget to lock the door when I left home today?

This is bad; I don't even know what's missing.

But then I realized I hadn't lost anything; all I had here were clothes and personal belongings.

All the valuable things are in yourself.

Of course, he didn't have anything valuable on him.

The room was pitch black, and the floor felt sticky underfoot.

This awful weather.

He reached out and touched the light switch.

"Snapped!"

The light is off.

Damn it, the light is broken again.

The streetlights sold at the corner store are of such poor quality that he's already replaced three in six months.

Oh well, if it's not lit, it's not lit. I'm just packing some clothes anyway, so using a flashlight won't make a difference.

I remember leaving the flashlight by my bedside.

Ah Biao raised an eyebrow and walked towards the bedside.

Whoops!

What the hell is this?

Ah Biao tripped over something on the ground and almost fell to the ground.

He muttered a curse under his breath and crawled over the edge of the bed.

In the dim light, he looked up and vaguely saw what appeared to be a person lying on the bed.

Did you forget to make your bed when you got up this afternoon?

He shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He felt the figure lying down move slightly, and a hand grabbed his arm that was propping him up on the bed.

This startled him.

When he touched it, he found the arm to be thin, and damp and sticky.

"Xiaoli? Is that you?"

Ah Biao's scalp tingled; why was this woman back at this hour?

Just then, a smooth body, like a water snake, wrapped around him.

The woman was not wearing any clothes.

Ah Biao wasn't thinking about 01 right now; he was figuring out how to talk to this woman about the child.

He didn't discuss selling the child with the woman, knowing she wouldn't agree.

This is also why he wanted to run away.

I don't know what Chen Lijuan is thinking. Ever since she had a child, she's become a completely different person, always talking about her child.

How can a woman like that be expected to earn money for herself with peace of mind?

Really.

But now this woman is right in front of me. If I sell my child, how am I supposed to tell her?