Only a poor loser like Zhao Wenzong can’t get a woman.
Zhao Wenzong slapped the table twice, usually so mild-mannered, but Hu Hao’s words ignited his fury: "This is about character!"
Don’t use poverty or wealth to cover up your moral corruption and personal degradation.
"Co on, do you think you’re a primary school student?" Hu Hao said.
We’re all adults, living in society, and teachers only talk about the good, never the bad.
"Dare to say you haven’t done sothing wrong." Zhao Wenzong, equally angry and hurt as Xie Wanying, asked him, "Ask yourself. If soone really got pregnant with your child, if it’s your own child, and you abort your own child, are you still human?"
"How am I not human? If you knew I never intended for her to have my child, that I was set up by her, you would realize I’m a good person and she isn’t. How could I let soone like her be the mother of my child?"
"What happened?" Zhao Wenzong stuttered.
Poor people don’t have rich recreational lives, or colorful social experiences, just ho and work, day in and day out. Hu Hao always looked down on this poor classmate.
"No matter what, you two are like Zhou Yu and Huang Gai, one willing to hit, the other willing to suffer. If you weren’t willing, how could she have tricked you?" Xie Wanying’s cold voice interjected.
"Exactly!" Zhao Wenzong agreed with her.
Hu Hao’s angry gaze shot across at Xie Wanying’s face, thinking that every word she said stabbed him, almost to the point of explosion. What puzzled him was how, with a similar background to Zhao Wenzong, she could see through so much of him.
Doctors encounter all sorts of patients, and in terms of worldly experience, they have seen more than anyone. Hu Hao’s little story was not difficult for a doctor to figure out.
Xie Wanying rcilessly continued, "You’re looking down on her because of her background, not because she set you up. If a rich girl sched against you, you would be over the moon."
Hu Hao, provoked to the extre, exposed himself: "Yes, she’s a car wash girl. What, Xie Wanying, do you want to marry a car wash girl?"
So it turned out she’s a car wash girl. No wonder he keeps insisting she should get an abortion.
"Zhao Wenzong, if it were you in this situation, would you marry a car wash girl who didn’t even finish elentary school?" Hu Hao turned to Zhao Wenzong as an example to absolve himself.
Zhao Wenzong’s mouth moved stiffly; he wasn’t good with words and couldn’t find the right thing to say imdiately. If it were him, he certainly wouldn’t marry a car wash girl. Even if he didn’t have much money, the difference in their education levels would an they wouldn’t have common ground as a couple.
"See, even he didn’t think about marrying her." Hu Hao pointed to Zhao Wenzong’s expression. It wasn’t just him; any man with a choice would make the sa decision as Hu Hao.
Xie Wanying didn’t let him get away with it, saying, "You clearly knew she was just a car wash girl and not soone you intended to marry, so why get involved with her? You played with her, and you naturally have to bear the consequences."
The essential difference between Hu Hao and Zhao Wenzong was that Zhao Wenzong, knowing he wouldn’t marry such a woman, would never get involved. Hu Hao, on the other hand, just wanted to play with won, and ended up playing with fire, which served him right.
Hu Hao was almost driven mad by her, slapping the table furiously: "You think you’re a judge, Xie Wanying? Even if this went to court, I’d be innocent. I’m asking her to get an abortion for her own good. I’ll never marry her."
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