Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 544 - 544 539 Living Off a Woman

Chapter 544: Chapter 539: Living Off a Woman Chapter 544: Chapter 539: Living Off a Woman “Sister-in-law, nowadays crying when giving away your daughter isn’t the trend anymore, and since she won’t be far away, she can come back whenever she wants. Look at you, you’ve even made the child cry…”

Aunt Zhu Jin hadn’t finished speaking when she was glared at by her own brother. She unhappily closed her mouth and hurried over to comfort Wang Xiaole and apologize on behalf of her daughter.

“Good child, don’t be like her. She’s still young and doesn’t understand, but she definitely didn’t mean it when she ran off so urgently.”

By now, Wang Xiaole’s foot had eased up and wasn’t as painful as before, but after hearing Aunt Zhu Jin’s words, her teeth began to hurt.

How come when Jiajia mentioned it earlier, you didn’t listen carefully or did you do it on purpose?

Unable to bear it any longer, she said quite rudely, “Auntie, I can tell you very responsibly that she did it on purpose because after stepping on me, she even glared at me. If it weren’t for the circumstance, see if I wouldn’t slap her!”

Aunt Zhu Jin’s smile instantly froze on her face. Wang Xiaole then ignored her, holding onto Mu Jiawen’s arm and hopping over to rest on a nearby sofa.

It was infuriating, who had she even provoked?

Zhu Jin’s mother wiped her tears and came over to console Wang Xiaole for a bit. Then below, there was a noisy commotion, and the sound of firecrackers announced the arrival of the bridal procession.

Yu Hang was dressed in a gray suit with a white shirt and red striped tie underneath. His hair gelled and combed to the right, each strand distinct, shining in contrast to his lips that were slightly purple from the cold.

The weather forecast said it was minus eight degrees today, and snow would soon fall.

The groomsmen behind him were also dressed to the nines, choosing style over warmth, all except one.

Mu Jiawen craned her neck and spotted Jiang Yan standing outside the crowd.

Although he was also dressed in a crisp suit that made him look quite dapper, she knew that underneath his blue striped shirt, he wore thermal underwear, and the same went for his suit pants.

Looking down at her own long gown, she too was swathed in a series of close-fitting fleece lining. Fortunately, she was slim, and the flesh-colored fleece leggings didn’t look bulky at all, matched with a not so thin dress and a thick shawl.

Well, regardless of others, she was not cold.

“How is your foot?”

The groom with his groomsmen hadn’t been around long before they burst in, and in a swarm, they had headed to the bride’s room to put shoes on the bride.

Considering Wang Xiaole’s current condition, Mu Jiawen didn’t let her step forward to join the excitement. With so many people, another careless footstep could crush her—could she even attend the wedding ceremony properly today?

So, she continued to sit outside on the sofa beside her.

But this girl’s eyes were still fixed on Zhu Jin’s bedroom, hearing the loud shouts of “looking for shoes” inside, she excitedly said to Mu Jiawen, “I bet you the shoes are hidden by Xu Yan. She’s really good at hiding things. It’s going to take Yu Hang quite an effort to find them… Huh? Jiang Yan, why aren’t you going in?”

Jiang Yan didn’t follow the groomsmen to join in the fun. Seeing Mu Jiawen sitting on a sofa to the side, he walked over and sat beside her, also casually taking her hand and playing with it.

This sight made Wang Xiaole’s teeth ache from the sweetness. “You two are enough, we’re in public, mind the impact.”

Jiang Yan deliberately teased her, “Don’t be sour because you can’t eat the grapes, if you’re capable why not find a boyfriend?”

“What’s so good about a boyfriend? As if I’ve never had one?” Wang Xiaole rolled her eyes dismissively.

She had indeed had a boyfriend in university, but they had broken up after just half a year.

She didn’t tell anyone about it, and naturally, these close friends from high school had no clue.

Mainly because it was a bit embarrassing to mention it.

Mu Jiawen blinked in curiosity as she looked at her. “You don’t seem like you’re in a relationship, so it must be about a past one. Why did you break up?”

Before Wang Xiaole could speak, Jiang Yan interjected from the side, “Maybe she scared him off.”

“Scared off my ass,” Wang Xiaole knew he was joking, but still couldn’t help rolling her eyes and saying, “Ran into a pretty boy who actually wanted to live off a woman, expected me to support him, psh! Is he even a man?”

Although Wang Xiaole’s family wasn’t filthy rich, she was an only child, and both her parents worked in state-owned enterprises, so the allowance she received each month was naturally substantial.

At first, she didn’t realize that her ex-boyfriend was after her allowance. After they got together, he said their teaching building was close to the second cafeteria and offered to get their meals after class so that she could have them ready when she finished class, saving her the trouble of queuing.

He acted really considerate and thoughtful, touching Wang Xiaole for a whole week.

Since she had plenty of money, she thought that since everyone was a student relying on their parents for money, it didn’t matter for a meal or two. But as time went on, she couldn’t let him bear the cost of her meals on his own, especially since she didn’t want to take advantage of him.

So Wang Xiaole took the initiative to give him six hundred yuan a month and told him to ask her for more if it wasn’t enough because her parents gave her at least a thousand each month.

Her ex-boyfriend didn’t decline and just took the money.

The first month went well, with a good mix of meat and vegetables in each meal, at least three dishes, and they would even go out to eat when they were bored with the cafeteria food, not asking Wang Xiaole for more money at the end of the month.

But when the second month came and Wang Xiaole gave him another six hundred, he casually and jokingly mentioned that they had spent one thousand and five hundred on meals the previous month.

Wang Xiaole, being rather naive, didn’t think twice upon hearing this and immediately gave him another two hundred yuan.

Afterward, in the third month, she just gave him eight hundred yuan directly.

She was carefree and not particular about food. She had never calculated how much exactly lunch cost for two vegetable dishes and one meat dish every day at the cafeteria, and she often paid for breakfast and dinner with her roommates separately without bothering to wonder why she was still giving her ex-boyfriend eight hundred yuan a month for meals.

One day, a roommate in her dorm calculated her monthly expenses and sighed, “I really can eat a lot this month. Excluding clothes purchases, I actually spent five hundred yuan on food.”

The other two roommates said they spent about the same, considering that after getting tired of the cafeteria food they would eat out. Barbecue, hotpot, they would go for these a few times each month, sharing the costs.

At that moment, Wang Xiaole was startled, “Five hundred? Eight hundred?”

She suddenly realized that on top of the eight hundred she gave her ex-boyfriend, she had spent at least another three hundred herself; didn’t that add up to eleven hundred?

What had she eaten?

She was a scatterbrain, just withdrawing money from her card whenever she ran out, without really calculating how much she spent in a month.

But thinking about it now, why did she feel so uncomfortable inside?

She recalled the dishes her boyfriend got at the cafeteria each time they ate together. The servings weren’t large, and the two vegetable dishes were often just shredded potato or stir-fried greens or maybe cauliflower, cabbages—altogether probably no more than six yuan, tops.

Meat dishes… her eyes widened in sudden realization. What kind of meat dishes were those? They barely had a few shreds of meat in them, or sometimes it was just tomato and eggs, which they freaking counted as a meat dish too.

Altogether, would that even come up to fifteen yuan?

The rice in the cafeteria was dirt-cheap, five jiao per bowl.

She and her boyfriend didn’t eat together in the cafeteria more than twenty times in a month, as everyone had their own social circles and would naturally not eat together if they were busy.

As for eating out, she only just realized that the places they frequented off-campus were mostly either spicy hot pot or Lanzhou beef noodles and that he had mentioned it was to accommodate her, knowing she liked them.

But no matter which dish, none surpassed twenty yuan, because he always ordered the cheapest one…