CHAPTER 69: CHAPTER 69: WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS

Song Jiajia and Lu Hao walked back to the guesthouse without saying a word.

Just as they returned to the room at the guesthouse, someone came from the front desk downstairs.

"What do you want?" Song Jiajia opened the door and asked impatiently.

The person at the door was startled for a moment and suddenly got angry too: "Dreaming, huh? Such a big shot."

The other person spoke in Cantonese, which she couldn’t understand at all.

Song Jiajia shouted angrily: "What are you babbling about, what do you actually want to do."

The person at the door said, "Pay up, you haven’t paid for this room yet, and you don’t even know where you’ve run off to! Crazy."

Song Jiajia glared at the person at the door, turned around and handed over all the remaining money in her luggage.

The woman at the door muttered a soft curse as she took the money and left.

Song Jiajia slammed the door shut.

And Lu Hao beside her hadn’t said a word from start to finish, being as lifeless as a corpse.

Song Jiajia looked at him in that state and got even angrier.

Now they didn’t have a penny on them, and come tomorrow, they wouldn’t even have a place to stay.

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and think of something." Song Jiajia shouted at Lu Hao.

Lu Hao looked displeased: "What idea? What can I do? Wasn’t it you who insisted on coming to Shenzhen to do business? We don’t know anyone here, what do you want me to think of?"

"After all that, you’re just blaming me, aren’t you?" Song Jiajia looked at Lu Hao, full of disappointment.

Lu Hao lowered his head and remained silent.

Song Jiajia took a deep breath, "Lu Hao, I want a divorce!"

Lu Hao sneered, "Divorce?"

"Fine, let’s talk about divorce after you figure out how to leave here."

Did she think he really wanted to marry her?

If it weren’t for her being Song Zhenhua’s daughter, he wouldn’t have given up Sang Yu to marry Song Jiajia.

Moreover, Song Jiajia was the one who came throwing herself at him back then.

He certainly didn’t rush for it.

Song Jiajia choked back her anger: "Lu Hao, your conscience has been eaten by dogs."

Lu Hao fired back: "Song Jiajia, don’t push your luck. Who was it that insisted on marrying me, wasn’t it you yourself? And who was it that forced us to come to Shenzhen to do some business, it was you who destroyed my perfectly good life.

I haven’t even settled accounts with you, and here you are yelling at me in front of everyone, saying that I’m incapable.

Then tell me who is capable?

Before marrying me, you’ve probably been had by someone else."

Song Jiajia was shocked and stared at Lu Hao: "Lu Hao, what did you say? Say it again!"

Even if it was too dark to see that night, didn’t he see the red mark on the sheets the next day?

Lu Hao mocked: "Who knows if it’s real or fake."

Song Jiajia gritted her teeth and said: "So you regret it, you regret marrying me, don’t you? You want that bitch Sang Yu, right?"

Lu Hao: "Exactly, I shouldn’t have replaced Sang Yu; marrying you was just bad luck."

Song Jiajia laughed in anger: "Regret it all you want, I will never divorce you, I won’t let you have the chance to marry that bitch Sang Yu.

Lu Hao, you think you’re so honorable? Didn’t you despise Sang Yu for not having money back then?

Wasn’t it because you coveted my wealth that you agreed to the swap marriage?

And now you’re pretending to be noble!"

Song Jiajia’s words undoubtedly tore apart Lu Hao’s facade.

Their faces were as good as torn, and looking at Song Jiajia’s sinister smile, Lu Hao cursed her as a lunatic and left the room.

As the door shut, Song Jiajia collapsed to the ground, crying uncontrollably.

This isn’t right, it shouldn’t be like this.

This cannot be real, it must be a dream.

She should have become the wife of a rich man, not so impoverished.

She didn’t even have money for food now.

If this continues, she’ll have to call Song Zhenhua.

But if Song Zhenhua knows she’s been swindled, he definitely won’t spare her.

Even if she is his daughter.

She suddenly thought of Chen Jinlan; Chen Jinlan certainly wouldn’t just leave her alone.

She got up from the ground, rummaged through all her luggage but didn’t find a single penny.

Without money, she couldn’t make a call.

And there’s nothing valuable in the luggage.

She planned to sell her clothes, at least to exchange for some money to call Chen Jinlan.

Otherwise, she would definitely starve to death in Shenzhen.

While there’s still time and it’s not dark yet, Song Jiajia took a few of her dresses to the nearest farmer’s market.

At the entrance of the market, she set up a stall.

But Song Jiajia had never set up a stall before, and she had never done anything so embarrassing.

She just stood there dumbfounded, her face looking extremely bad.

Other people initially wanted to check out the clothes, but seeing Song Jiajia’s gloomy face, no one dared to approach her.

Dusk was approaching, and people were dwindling, Song Jiajia gritted her teeth.

"Everyone come and take a look, clothes for sale."

The voice was very soft, and her face was filled with shame.

Luckily, someone finally came.

"How much for this dress?" a woman asked in poorly-standard Mandarin.

Song Jiajia saw a woman in coarse clothes and looked away with a hint of disdain: "This dress, I’ve only worn once, selling to you for twenty yuan."

The woman in coarse clothes snapped: "A worn dress is still sold at such a high price? Five yuan at most, will you sell?"

The woman’s hands kept touching the dress; the material was good, and it looked very new.

Her son was about to marry, and this dress would be a wedding gift.

"Five yuan?" Song Jiajia squawked.

"Exactly, just five yuan, you’ve worn it before; it’s not new. Where is this dress worth twenty yuan? Even if new, it wouldn’t be twenty yuan." The woman looked at the dress with disdain.

Song Jiajia: "No way, this dress cost me fifty yuan, and I’ve only worn it once."

This dress was bought with money she asked from Chen Jinlan when she married Lu Hao.

The only one.

"How ridiculous, a dress like this costing fifty yuan, you must be lying; just say five yuan, sell or not?" the woman asked again.

Song Jiajia was equally resolute, this was the most expensive piece among her clothes.

"Not selling!"

The woman looked at Song Jiajia, wiped her face with her hand, and then wiped the clothes.

Where the woman wiped the clothes, a mysterious stain appeared immediately.

The woman saw this, turned around and left.

Song Jiajia couldn’t let her go: "Stop, you dirtied my clothes, you have to buy them!"

Song Jiajia looked at the stain on the clothes, almost disgusted to the point of vomiting.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" The woman shook off Song Jiajia’s hand.

Their quarrel quickly attracted a crowd to gather.

"You dirtied my clothes, there’s your snot on them, you must buy them!" Song Jiajia shouted.

The woman argued: "How can you prove it was me who did it? You’ve worn this dress yourself; it could have been you who stained it."

Song Jiajia countered: "I saw you do it with my own eyes!"

The woman said: "You say so, huh? Let everyone be the judge, she’s here selling second-hand clothes asking for twenty yuan at first, then says I dirtied her clothes, insisting I buy them.

Twenty yuan is no small amount, and she wore the clothes before. How can I afford it? And now she won’t let me leave; everyone, speak up, whose problem is it?"

These words the woman said in Cantonese.

Song Jiajia couldn’t understand at all.

She just kept shouting for the woman to buy them.

"Here’s to hoping for some good news"