Resignation! I dumped the abstinent president and returned to the rich club

There is a big temperature difference between day and night in Dian City. A gust of cold wind blew, and Song Zhe shrank his neck and tightened his rough work clothes.

At this time, he had found a job at the night market. The salary was just enough to support two people, but the work schedule was reversed, and he had to stay up all night and not get off work until early in the morning.

He and Xie Qingqing rented a small studio room. It was cheap and had a lot more space than those houses in residential areas. However, it was located in a remote old alley. Even though the sky was already bright with daybreak, they still needed to use their cell phones for lighting when they walked into the narrow Handshake Alley.

Some families in the alley had already gotten up early to go to work, and when they reached a narrow place, they had to give way to each other and move sideways to pass. Song Zhe had been up all night and his mind was in a daze. When he moved sideways to avoid the problem, he accidentally stepped on the puddles in the corner.

Black water splashed everywhere, emitting a long-lasting, sickening stench.

"Tsk! Bro, can you be more careful!"

The man opposite quickly jumped away, fearing that he would be splashed by the dirty water.

He glared at Song Zhe fiercely, patted his trouser legs, and left angrily.

Song Zhe lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He was already used to uttering such apologies with a blank expression.

If we have to talk about the work at the night market, it is actually not difficult. It is nothing more than serving dishes and cleaning. Compared with those homeless people rummaging through trash cans on the street, his job not only pays but also provides meals, which is much better.

However, drunk guests at night are inevitably difficult to serve. If something goes wrong, they will be scolded. After being scolded so many times, Song Zhe got used to it over time.

Come to think of it, he and Xie Qingqing have been in Dian City for some time.

The Xie family company changed hands, and Xie Rong had one leg broken by Xie Jiaqing. He followed his wife back to her parents' home in disgrace.

Unexpectedly, he was not welcomed when he returned to his wife's parents' home, so he became even more resentful towards his daughter and refused to let his wife go to find their daughter.

Xie Qingqing's mood is still unstable. She has never worked and is still afraid of the outside world, so she can only stay at home every day.

Song Zhe pushed open the door. The old iron door creaked and rusty paint fell off the floor.

He walked in wrapped in the damp chill of the early morning, holding a hot bun he had just bought from the breakfast shop downstairs.

The room was in full view, and Xie Qingqing was seen sitting on the bed in a daze, with disheveled hair and empty eyes, like a ghost. It was unclear whether she had just woken up or had not slept at all.

On the folding table next to him was the meal that Song Zhe had prepared last night before going out for work. There were two dishes and a soup, simple home-cooked dishes, but it was obvious that they had not been touched.

When Song Zhe saw her listless appearance, he felt a little uneasy.

He suppressed his emotions, put the hot buns on the table, sat down beside the bed, and asked patiently, "Qingqing..."

"Didn't you eat last night?"

“Is it because I didn’t cook well…”

"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it again today."

Xie Qingqing slowly raised her eyes and looked at him.

It was completely bright outside, but the light shining into the room through the window was only gray.

The young master, who used to be naive and ignorant of the necessities of life, now has to calculate every penny carefully.

The man looked at her with tired and dull eyes, and the dark circles under her eyes were like two swirling black holes, sweeping away the vitality that originally belonged to this person.

When Xie Qingqing first came to Dian City, she was still a little excited about her new life.

But when she learned that both of them were penniless and had to rely on themselves this time, she finally began to feel uneasy.

This feeling of uneasiness started from the night we stayed in the inn and has continued till now.

She couldn't stand this kind of life.

Ever since she was taken away by Meng Hai a few years ago, she has been afraid of such a hard life.

She felt unwilling.

Why did she suffer so much torture and endure so much hardship? She thought that after finally convincing Song Zhe to let her leave the Xie family, he could lead her out of the abyss...but she didn't expect that in the end she would still end up on a painful road.

This wasn't the way her life was supposed to end. From childhood to adulthood, apart from that one time, what other hardships had she endured? What suffering had she endured?

"No, I have no appetite." She replied indifferently.

Song Zhe nervously touched her forehead and said, "Are you feeling well? Your temperature has dropped quite fast in the past few days."

"Why does your face look so bad?"

Xie Qingqing took his hand away indifferently and suddenly said, "Song Zhe. Do you feel happy like this?"

"What?" Song Zhe froze.

"Be happy. It's good now, isn't it? I can make money, and your father won't force you to marry someone else."

"Okay?" Xie Qingqing looked up at the mottled ceiling in the room.

"good……?"

"Hehehe..."

She suddenly sneered out of nowhere, as if the resentment that had been suppressed for a long time finally burst out at this moment.

"If I had known that this would be the life I would have to live after escaping, I would have just married that old man."

"At least I won't live in such a shabby house. It's dark all day long and I can't tell whether it's day or night outside!"

"Look at what I eat every day? Song Zhe, am I only worthy of living like this?!"

Xie Qingqing suddenly grabbed the bun on the table and threw it away.

The steaming bun rolled to the corner, covered in dust.

Song Zhe quickly stood up, picked up a few buns and blew on them, then turned around and scolded her, "Qingqing, what are you doing?"

"If you're angry, just vent it on me. Why get angry at a few buns?"

Xie Qingqing hid in the shadows and stared at him, seemingly surprised that he dared to yell at her.

Perhaps he felt that his tone was a bit harsh, Song Zhe let out a breath and slowed down, "I, I'm not blaming you, Qingqing."

He put the buns on the table and said, "I just think that we are in a bit of a difficult situation right now, so we should not waste food like this."

"If you don't like it, I won't buy it next time. Just tell me what you want to eat, okay?"

Xie Qingqing raised the corner of her mouth in a sarcastic way, "Temporary difficulties?"

"Do you think I didn't see the message your family sent you? I will never go back with you."

"My parents will definitely not care about me anymore. How can we live with the money you earn from the night snack stall?!"

"I want to have breakfast in a five-star hotel. Can you afford it?"

"I want to stay in a hotel, can you afford it?!"

"I've had enough...really...Song Zhe, since you can't give me a good life in the beginning, you might as well not take me away."

Song Zhe was silent, and he slumped down on the stool with a sigh of relief.

Although he had only been in Dian City for a short time, he felt a little tired.

At home, she has to be careful when facing the moody Xie Qingqing, and at work, she has to deal with those difficult customers.

His life wasn't supposed to be like this.

Song Zhe's silence led to a bigger quarrel, and the sound of various items being shuffled could be heard from the small room.

The neighbors around all leaned their heads out of the windows, some were curious and some were cursing.

After being slapped, Song Zhe finally collapsed and slammed the door and left.