Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 1197 - 554: Is This How the Wealthy Spend Money?_5

Chapter 1197: Chapter 554: Is This How the Wealthy Spend Money?_5

"What are you blabbering about?"

Feng Ting was speechless.

"Come on, what good thing happened today?"

Chen Yue urged, "If you hadn’t mentioned there was another woman, I would have thought you were chased by a rich second-generation heir!"

"I....."

Before Feng Ting could speak, the room door was pounded upon fiercely.

Bang Bang Bang!

"Feng Ting, open the door!"

Bang Bang Bang!

"Chen Yue, hurry up and open the door for me, I’m looking for Ting Ting!"

Chen Yue looked at Feng Ting; she knew that outside was their roommate’s boyfriend Zhou Zhen, who currently works at a car repair shop.

Feng Ting put down her chopsticks and went to open the door with an expressionless face.

Before the door was opened, a young man in his twenties squeezed in and roared at Feng Ting, "You’ve got some nerve, Feng Ting, to block me?"

"Do you have any idea I had a big deal today? Your incessant harassment almost screwed it up, you know?"

Feng Ting didn’t back down either and hit back immediately.

"Jealous, jealous, his Mom drives a Mercedes, a man who can casually spend five thousand yuan on a meal - do you think he would take a fancy to me? He would probably vomit from the smell of the cheap perfume on me, wouldn’t he?"

As she spoke, Feng Ting remembered how she had dressed up carefully today, yet that Lin Baici never even gave her a glance, which made her feel an instant surge of grievance and sadness. She raised her foot and kicked Zhou Zhen: "Always causing a fuss, how old are you? Can you please act more matured?"

"Uh..."

Zhou Zhen, who came to accuse, saw Feng Ting’s eyes red and tears streaming down; he suddenly lost his fire.

"I’ve been selling houses in Haijing for five years, and yet I don’t own one myself. Do you know how I feel?"

Feng Ting was furious, "Why do I work so hard? If it’s not for you, why wouldn’t I find someone to marry off to?"

"Ting Ting, Ting Ting, Stop crying, it’s my fault, I wronged you!"

Zhou Zhen went to embrace Feng Ting and hurriedly comforted her.

Feng Ting twisted her body and pushed Zhou Zhen away: "Don’t touch me!"

"Ting Ting, I was wrong. I will work hard to earn money and buy a house that belongs to us as soon as possible, and we’ll move in!"

Zhou Zhen vowed, comforting his girlfriend.

Feng Ting couldn’t help but think of Lin Baici’s big villa, where she could sleep in a different room every night for ten days without repetition, and sunbathe in the swimming pool in summer.

Zhou Zhen’s salary might not even cover the monthly electricity and property fees.

Chen Yue was peeling a shrimp and sighed. Zhou Zhen’s words sounded nice, but how much money did he earn a month? The end game for him and Feng Ting was to make some money in Haijing and then go back to their hometown to buy a house.

Of course, she was no different.

"Ting Ting, am I not worried about you?"

Zhou Zhen softened and coaxed hard.

"Have you two finished flaunting your love? If you’re done, come and eat quickly. The food has gotten cold, such a waste."

Chen Yue looked on with contempt.

Zhou Zhen had a big appetite and ate like a whirlwind, and Feng Ting unconsciously compared his eating manners to that of Lin Baici.

Lin Baici was still more elegant.

After dinner, they cozied up for half an hour, then Zhou Zhen went back to his dorm.

Feng Ting came out to see him off.

"Why don’t we live together?"

Zhou Zhen suggested.

"The rent is over six thousand yuan a month, are you paying it all by yourself?"

Feng Ting retorted.

"Uh..."

Zhou Zhen didn’t have the confidence; he was currently sharing a place with six others, saving quite a bit of money.

"Go back early, you still have work tomorrow!"

Feng Ting sighed silently and fixed Zhou Zhen’s collar, "Bring over your dirty clothes this weekend, and I’ll wash them for you!"

"Yeah, yeah, Ting Ting, you’re so good to me!"

Zhou Zhen took a step forward and kissed Feng Ting on the left cheek: "Then I’m heading back!"

Feng Ting watched Zhou Zhen light a cigarette with flair, mount his electric bike, grip the handlebar with one hand, and leave, and she subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the spot where Zhou Zhen had kissed.

Heading upstairs to return home.

Feng Ting saw that Chen Yue had placed her pair of fake Valentino shoes on the table.

"I compared it on Xiao Hongshu, and I can’t tell they’re fake!"

Chen Yue knew that Feng Ting, who couldn’t pay off her Huabei [credit service] every month, definitely couldn’t afford the real thing.

"Fakes are still fakes!"

Feng Ting was dispirited, lying on the bed, not even feeling like watching her shows.

"Can I borrow them to wear tomorrow?"

Chen Yue and Feng Ting had the same shoe size.

"Wear them!"

Feng Ting covered her head with the blanket, "I’m tired, I’m going to sleep first!"

"Ting Ting, there are so many beautiful things in the world, I think we don’t have to be so demanding, and we can’t force it. It’s enough to have our own little happiness!"

Chen Yue advised, "Otherwise, you’ll live a very exhausting life!"

...

After having dinner, Lin Baici and Ji Xinyan were dragged straight to Haijing·one.

It was a bar that had become very popular recently, with many female influencers invited.

"Tonight, I must show you how strong my charm is. If less than ten men hit on me, I’m at your disposal!"

Ji Xinyan hummed a tune, full of enthusiasm.

"I don’t really like places like that!"

Lin Baici wasn’t too keen on going.

"Just this once, I need to broaden your horizons. You need to learn more so that you won’t get scammed by fake socialites in the future and end up losing all your wealth!"

An hour later, they arrived at Haijing·one.

Ji Xinyan parked the car and pulled Lin Baici inside.

It had to be said, there were many beauties, and they were all dressed very lightly. Under the street lights, patches of white glimmered.