At that time, Fan Xia was still dating Wen Lan Sheng. It seemed every university had a food street outside with snacks like jianbing, grilled cold noodles, grilled gluten, stinky tofu, and spiral potatoes. On weekends, students would gather in groups to eat snacks and go shopping.

Wen Lan Sheng was no exception. Every weekend, he would sneak into the Imperial Capital University, begging Fan Xia to accompany him shopping. Students didn’t have much money and couldn’t buy luxurious things, but for Wen Lan Sheng to monopolize Fan Xia’s time for an entire afternoon to play around with him was already an extremely luxurious thing.

Rong Xiu knew this because he would follow behind them, like a despicable stalker, watching with self-loathing and self-torture as Wen Lan Sheng clung to her arm, acting coquettishly, begging her to buy him snacks.

In the crowded throng of people, Rong Xiu’s eyes could only contain Fan Xia.

Whatever she bought for Wen Lan Sheng, he would secretly buy the same thing behind them.

But he couldn’t taste the specific flavors of those snacks. He only felt they were very bitter and astringent, leaving a sour taste in his throat when he ate them.

That’s why he begged Fan Xia to buy him street food now, to fulfill a bitter and unspeakable dream from his college days.

But now he could eat jianbing made by Fan Xia herself. Seven years ago, he wouldn’t have dared to even think about it. He was so grateful that he had made the most correct choice by inserting himself into her relationship with Wen Lan Sheng.

Otherwise, even if Fan Xia had succeeded in her revenge, the man standing beside her would not be him.

At six o’clock, the sky gradually brightened. Young people who had partied all night in the bars began to come out one after another. The street vendors started to get busy, but amidst this harmonious bustle, there was an angry curse.

“I’ve had enough of you. You can’t even count money properly. Are you physically or mentally disabled?” Along with this abuse, a person was violently pushed out of a convenience store. Unsteady on her feet, she tripped over a small garbage box placed outside the convenience store and fell to the ground. Her obviously stiff left hand hit the ground, causing her to cry out in pain.

Fan Xia found the voice familiar. Looking out the car window, it turned out to be Wen Jing.

Rong Xiu hadn’t expected this either: “It’s actually her.”

“I’ve really had bad luck. I gave you a temporary job out of pity, but not only are you lazy and useless, you can’t even count money properly. You’ve cost me the price of a pack of cigarettes. I’m not even asking you to pay for it, just get lost! You’re hopeless,” the convenience store owner cursed angrily.

“Boss, please, give me one more chance,” Wen Jing begged.

“Give you another chance!” The boss laughed angrily, “Don’t think I don’t know you secretly ate a bread from my store.”

“You… how did you know?”

The convenience store owner couldn’t be bothered to talk to her anymore and impatiently said, “Our store doesn’t need petty thieves like you. Get lost quickly!”

Wen Jing, lying on the ground, had an especially ferocious look in her eyes, especially when she felt the strange gazes from passersby. Her self-esteem felt like it was being ground under someone’s foot.

She looked resentfully at the high-end bar not far away. When she was studying abroad, Fan Xia would occasionally send her money. She would enter such places, pick up a foreign man for the night without even blinking. But now? Her hand tendons had been cut by Wen Lan Sheng. Although she could manage daily life, she already felt like a useless person.

Wen Ming Yue’s imprisonment had shattered her last hope for surgery. She lay idle at home every day, relying on the money Xie Cen earned working early and late at the hot pot restaurant. She used her normal right hand to scroll on her phone, addicted to the internet pacifier, after all, someone was supporting her.

But Xie Cen got into a fight with Wen Lan Sheng, injured his back, and was bedridden. Wen Lan Sheng took advantage of the chaos and ran away alone.

Xie Cen lay in bed all day, lamenting his fate. Even getting a glass of water required ordering her around, making her feel like a servant.

More importantly, she had run out of money. Xie Cen’s meager wages from the hot pot restaurant couldn’t save up anything. The landlord was pressing for rent. If she didn’t find a job soon, she would starve to death.

With no choice, Wen Jing went out to look for work.

She thought that having studied abroad, finding an office job shouldn’t be a problem. But those HR people saw she had no diploma and turned her away faster than flipping a book. Desperate for money, she came to this convenience store for temporary work, but now even a convenience store temporary job wouldn’t take her.

How the mighty have fallen. Wen Jing stumbled to her feet, her eyes full of hatred. It was all Wen Lan Sheng’s fault, that cheap person. If he hadn’t injured her hand, how could she not find a job?

But now Wen Lan Sheng had run off to who knows where.

Just wait until she found Wen Lan Sheng. She would beat her to death to vent the anger in her heart.

Watching Wen Jing’s retreating figure, Fan Xia thought that Wen Jing was truly the number one contributor to her successful revenge. Without Wen Jing, her plan couldn’t have succeeded so quickly.

If Wen Jing hadn’t cheated and been expelled from abroad, the Wen family wouldn’t have been in such a rush to find her a job.

Abroad, she had no one to restrain her. Xie Cen and Wen Ming Yue were particularly indulgent towards her, leading to her lawless personality, daring to beat a customer into the ICU, forcing the Wen family to sell their old house, pushing Wen Ming Yue to become dependent on others, and frantically investing all their money in the stock market hoping to recover, only to lose everything.

But Wen Ming Yue and Xie Cen indulged Wen Jing in everything, which actually harmed her. When Wen Ming Yue went to prison, she was indifferent, only thinking of herself, even blaming Wen Ming Yue for not giving her a share of the embezzled funds.

She squeezed into a small rental with Xie Cen, preferring to exploit a 60-year-old man, making him work early and late at the grueling hot pot restaurant, rather than finding a job herself.

You reap what you sow. Wen Jing’s current selfish and lazy personality was all spoiled into her by Wen Ming Yue and Xie Cen.

Fan Xia withdrew her gaze and stroked Rong Xiu’s eyes: “Are you sleepy?”

Rong Xiu shook his head: “Not sleepy.”

He was very energetic now, checking his phone every few minutes. It was only 6:30 now, time was passing so slowly. He wished he could open his eyes and it would be time for them to get their marriage license, to have their names imprinted on the marriage certificate. From then on, he would be Fan Xia’s rightful husband, and everyone would have to call him Mr. Fan when they saw him.

Only then could he feel at ease, only then would he feel he truly belonged.

Time was passing so slowly at this moment. He felt like a man being tormented on a hot pan, praying for time to pass faster.

Finally, at nine o’clock, the civil affairs bureau opened. Rong Xiu eagerly pulled Fan Xia inside. It was a workday so there weren’t many people, and they were the first ones.

Taking out the documents they had prepared in advance, they took a red-background photo together. Neither of them had time to prepare, hastily finishing the photo. But given Fan Xia and Rong Xiu’s good looks, they looked good even in a casual photo. Both of their eyes in the photo were smiling, especially Rong Xiu. She had never seen him smile so happily before.

They recited their marriage vows together. When the red book with the marriage certificate was placed in their hands, she saw a hint of tears in the corners of Rong Xiu’s eyes.