The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

In the living room.

Shang Yan was whispering with a man with slicked-back hair:

"Old Zhao, can you help me persuade Ya Ya?"

"Old Shang, to be honest, you can't do things like this." Old Zhao, hands in his pockets, wiped a layer of dust on the coffee table. "I really don't understand. She clearly has the opportunity to go to school, so why won't you let her?"

"Sigh, I have no choice." Shang Yan sat cross-legged on the sofa wearing socks, lit a cigarette, and said, "Who told me I'm incompetent and unable to give my child a good future?"

"Isn't Ya Ya quite promising? I heard she's doing well in her studies."

"But I don't have time anymore, so I wanted to help her find a job while I'm still here, so that she can at least support herself in the future."

Shang Yan's expression was weathered, but he still had a certain handsome charm as he sat cross-legged on the sofa.

He deserves some credit for Shang Qingya's beauty.

Old Zhao looked surprised upon hearing this and quickly asked, "What do you mean you don't have time? Did you get your test results from the hospital a few days ago?"

"Yes, late-stage lung cancer."

"Ugh."

The two men sat facing each other in the living room, cigarettes dangling from their lips, staring at each other without saying a word.

Sorrow, carried by the smoke, permeated the entire room, filling it with the bitterness of a middle-aged man. This bitterness spread along the cracks in the wall all the way to the second bedroom.

Coincidentally, the door to the second bedroom also opened at that moment.

Shang Qingya's face appeared.

For a fleeting moment, the two men's movements showed a hint of panic, as if they had stumbled upon some earth-shattering secret.

He immediately concealed his expression and raised his head, feigning composure.

"Ya Ya, why didn't you say hello to your Uncle Zhao?"

"Hello, Uncle Zhao." Shang Qingya greeted him expressionlessly.

Old Zhao quickly chimed in, "Long time no see, Ya Ya."

Then an eerie silence fell over the room.

No one took the initiative to speak.

Old Zhao broke the silence: "Ya Ya, didn't you hear anything just now?"

"I heard him say he's sick."

"Sigh, Ya Ya, poor people's children mature early." Old Zhao wiped his greasy hair and said earnestly, "I originally wanted to keep it from you, but since you've heard it all, Uncle Zhao will tell you..."

"Wasn't it meant for me to hear?" Shang Qingya remained expressionless.

"This is also to let you know the truth."

Shang Qingya shook her head, a helpless expression on her face, a mixture of exasperation and amusement: "Do you think I'd believe a gambler?"

"Ya Ya, do you think Dad would joke about his own life?"

Shang Yan stood up, his expression showing a hint of anger.

"Is your life worth that much?" Shang Qingya looked at him, puzzled. "When I paid my tuition, you swore on your life that you'd pay me back in seven days. I didn't expect anything from you. But you borrowed three thousand from my uncle under the guise of tuition. Can you understand how it feels to try to raise the tuition myself, only to find out I'd already paid it all?"

"I..." Shang Yan's face was ashen, and he was powerless to refute for a moment.

Old Zhao looked at him with a tone of disappointment and frustration.

The two looked at each other, their faces both revealing a gloomy expression.

A brilliant drama came to an end due to the gambler's extremely poor credit score.

Gamblers are the most cunning liars in the world; there's nothing they won't say.

Shang Qingya watched all of this indifferently, her heart already numb.

You can't get a single bit of repentance from them; that's the only experience she's accumulated over the years.

In order to find happiness, Shang Qingya read a lot of inspirational quotes.

It's often said that comparing yourself to others is the thief that kills happiness.

She's tried very hard not to compare herself to others, but that only extends to not envying other people's new clothes or new phones...

Can anyone really see other classmates being picked up by their parents when it rains, having their parents back when they are bullied, and having their families celebrate their birthdays without subconsciously comparing themselves to them?

She endured and waited and waited.

Her mother always looked at her with unfamiliar eyes because her mother had mental problems and didn't recognize her at all.

She longed for her mother to meet her.

My father is always irresponsible.

So she hoped that one day her father would realize his mistakes and return to the right path.

But as she grew older, she gradually realized that these things were unattainable, so she longed to grow up completely and for the college entrance exam to end...

Ultimately, she realized that enduring everything would only lead to her suicide.

It won't bring about any change.

Give me your phone.

"You can't leave." Shang Yan immediately stood up.

"Okay, then I'll yell and scream right now and get the neighbors to call the police."

"You..." Shang Yan knew that forcibly imprisoning him wouldn't work, so he shouted, "Let's see where you can go!"

"I will not be coming back. From now on, I sever all ties with my daughter. We have nothing to do with each other."

"You've gone too far!" Shang Yan stood up angrily. "I bought the phone too! If you want to cut ties, then get out! Don't take anything with you!"

"good."

Shang Qingya strode out in her school uniform, glancing back at the small room as she reached the door.

They didn't take anything.

There was no lingering affection in his eyes.

...

"Lu Yuan, are you playing the long game?"

"I don't know, but we caught a turtle with its shell on."

"Damn it, who are you calling a jerk?!"

Lu Yuan and Shen Jia sat facing each other at a street stall, slurping rice noodles.

Shen Jia stared speechlessly at the man across from her, who was grimacing from the spiciness. She had just secretly put a large spoonful of chili oil into Lu Yuan's bowl.

Even so, it couldn't stop the person from cursing so harshly.

"I paid for the bus fare and the meal, can't you be a little more polite to me!"

Lu Yuan gulped down a large mouthful of ice-cold cola, thinking, "Since you've been treated by this scoundrel, why not drink it? I think you're really enjoying yourself."

"Who enjoys it?"

"Otherwise, why are you following me?"

"I'm doing this to win you over, so I can provoke Shang Qingya."

"You can't win me over like this." Lu Yuan shook his finger.

"I know! You must like girls with a pure and innocent look, right?"

Shen Jia's character is hard to judge, but his execution ability is undeniable.

She simply picked up her bag and found a public restroom on the roadside.

When they came out ten minutes later, the food was completely plain.

"Is this okay?"

"Why would I choose you when I have someone as pure and innocent as Shang Qingya?"

Shen Jia slammed his hand on the table, racking his brains.

She had to admit that the man before her was the absolute rival she had ever encountered in her life.

But there is no man in this world she can't win over.

"Give me one night, and I'm sure I can get you."

"You have another trick up your sleeve?"

"I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve!"

Shen Jia revealed an evil smile, fantasizing about taking down Lu Yuan.

At that time, I will bring Lu Yuan to Shang Qingya and humiliate her.

Finally, she turned and walked away gracefully, loudly telling Lu Yuan that he was just a tool, while Lu Yuan looked at her with pleading eyes and said, "Mom, love me one more time."