How long are you planning to stay so complacent?
A third-tier school is just a slightly better version of a vocational college. How do you expect to find a job after you graduate like this? If you don't care about yourself, at least think about your future family!"
"Repeat the year! Otherwise, don't expect me to bother with you anymore!" Su Qianqian's face was flushed with anger as she scolded, filled with frustration at his lack of ambition.
The biggest mistake of Zhou Yuwen's life was listening to this girl.
Following the path of his previous life, Zhou Yuwen had taken her advice and spent a year retaking the exams. He eventually got into the same science and technology university as this girl.
I thought I could cohabitate and spend my days with this girl, living a fairy-tale life at school. Yet, on the first day of school…
'Let me introduce you, this is my boyfriend, and this… is my high school classmate!'
Su Qianqian pointed to another boy and introduced, deceivingly.
Never trust a woman's words. The prettier the woman, the better she can deceive. From that moment on, Zhou Yuwen never believed in Su Qianqian again.
"Dating is fine, but marriage is not for me."
"I'm just having fun with her; I'm serious about you."
"Damn it! I already told you, I'm not getting married. Why are you taking this so seriously?"
"I'm sorry, I was drunk last night."
Over four years of college, Zhou Yuwen played the game of life, relying on his decent looks and well-off family to date quite a few girlfriends. In his senior year, he boasted to his younger schoolmates.
What's university for?
University is for dating!
In the first year, focus on local relationships.
In the second year, explore the scenery and cultures of different provinces in China.
In the third year, naturally, experience world cultures.
Amid the admiration of younger students, Zhou Yuwen actually felt quite numb. His biggest regret was attending the same school as Su Qianqian. No matter what he did, she seemed displeased with him. She would often come over and say a few words to him. Clearly having a boyfriend, she still insisted on keeping him as a backup.
In short, Zhou Yuwen had had enough.
It wasn't until Su Qianqian went abroad in their senior year that he finally found relief from her troubles.
Yet, Zhou Yuwen suddenly felt lost and even dating seemed tasteless without Su Qianqian's annoyances.
After graduating from university, Zhou Yuwen joined an internet company, went independent two years later, and struck gold with a successful project, earning him millions. He bought a car and a house in the Pukou area of Jinling City (Nanjing), and every evening, he would leisurely drive his BMW to bars and chat with younger girls aged eighteen or nineteen about life.
Then, these girls would ask, "Uncle, you've had so many girls sitting in your passenger seat, which one did you like the most?"
At this point, Zhou Yuwen would pretend to be deep and say, "The one I liked the most has never sat in my passenger seat.
As he reached thirty, Zhou Yuwen's once fit physique began to soften, and his elderly mother urged him daily.
"Son, get married soon. Let me hold a grandchild in my lifetime!"
Actually, Zhou Yuwen did want to get married, but honestly, he didn't know whom to marry. Wasn't being single just fine? When he was busy, he kept himself occupied; when he had free time, he watched "One Piece," played games, or, as a last resort, watched some movies. He'd visit clubs and enjoy the company of friendly ladies who massaged his legs and fed him fruit.
Why would he want to find a fierce tiger of a wife at home? As he approached thirty, his friends all had families and children, and even his buddies who used to go out drinking couldn't join him anymore.
"My son had a fever all night, and my wife stayed up with him. She can't come out today."
"My wife is pregnant. Forget it, Lao Zhou, you're not young anymore. Find someone soon."
"Nowadays, all I think about is spending time with my daughter. When she smiles at me, my heart melts. Whenever I go to the bar and see those young girls, I think, 'Warmth.' I hope my daughter won't be like that in the future. Really, Lao Zhou, I can't keep up with the pace anymore. Let me advise you, find a wife and get married soon. Don't look for a stunning beauty; those types aren't made for a domestic life. Plain and down-to-earth is what matters most."
His former lively buddies had all settled down into responsible family men. Meanwhile, Zhou Yuwen continued to live a carefree and aimless life.
That day, after finishing his last drink, Zhou Yuwen fell asleep heavily in the arms of his nineteen-year-old younger sister.
When he opened his eyes again, his head felt heavy, and beside his ears was the clear voice of a girl.
He opened his eyes.
Su Qianqian, wearing a yellow dress, stared at him with big eyes, looking quite displeased.
"Su Qianqian? Weren't you widowed abroad? How come you're back in the country?" In fact, since graduating from university, Zhou Yuwen hadn't been in contact with Su Qianqian. He had only heard from classmates that Su Qianqian seemed to have married a foreigner, but the marriage was not happy. Shortly after marriage, her husband passed away due to illness, leaving her a young widow.
A group of classmates burst into laughter nearby. Su Qianqian's eyes widened in anger.
"Zhou Yuwen! You're going too far!" Su Qianqian blushed and stomped her foot.
"Huh?" Zhou Yuwen was taken aback.
Fuming, Su Qianqian stormed out of the room.
The classmates beside them laughed heartily.
"No, Zhou, she rejected you. There's no need to curse her to be a widow," chuckled a dark-skinned boy in front, slapping Zhou Yuwen on the shoulder.
"Damn! Wang, your wife is cheating on you and you're still laughing?" Zhou Yuwen asked.
The boy suddenly looked furious.
It took Zhou Yuwen a while to realize that he was dreaming. He had dreamt of the year he graduated from high school reunion. Unable to bear the loneliness, Zhou Yuwen gathered his courage and confessed to Su Qianqian.
But Su Qianqian gave Zhou Yuwen a thorough scolding, leaving him speechless.
And a year later…
Sigh.
"I've long since come to terms with the past. It's rare to come back here, meet these 18 or 19-year-old classmates, so let's just drink.
And as for Liu, don't just latch onto every guy you see. At the very least, find out if they're single or not.
"Ah, it's rare to meet all of you. Let me talk to you about your futures, have some plans at least, right? Don't just stand there dumbly, pour the drinks! Waiter, bring us your most expensive liquor, Maotai. If you don't drink now, will you be able to afford it later? Hurry up, and also bring me a pack of Xiaosu (a type of cigarette)."