The Villain Is a Chatterbox, and I'm Mute - chapter 6
Winter nights are especially cold.
I wandered aimlessly with my luggage in hand.
Footsteps sounded behind me.
At some point, Qi Chen had started following me, still carrying that bag of medicine.
I took the medicine from him and continued walking forward.
He suddenly spoke, his tone hesitant: “Shen Qing, why don’t you stay at my place for now?”
“I want to help you, please don’t refuse, okay?”
In the past eighteen years, I have faced far worse hardships than this moment.
Where was Qi Chen then, when I needed help?
“What’s wrong with you?” I sneered.
He looked confused. “I just want to help you.”
“Help me?”
“When I was curled up in the stairwell, where were you?”
“When I was beaten until I lost consciousness, why didn’t you help me?”
“Why are you pretending to care now?”
“I’m not pretending…” Qi Chen hurried to explain. “I’m just afraid you’ll do something foolish.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
“Then… are you going to look for Qin Xu now?” he asked again.
I froze, suddenly realizing that Qi Chen’s inexplicable concern was because of Qin Xu.
He and Qin Xu have always been at odds.
He can’t stand to see me getting close to Qin Xu, because of his innate competitiveness.
“I won’t go to him.”
I said no more and kept walking forward.
This time, Qi Chen didn’t follow.
I found a job as a cashier at a convenience store.
The manager didn’t want to hire me at first.
But when she saw the suitcase I was carrying and the slap mark on my face, her heart softened.
“The pay isn’t high, but there’s a bed in the storeroom you can sleep on.”
“No time off for the New Year, and meals aren’t included. If you want to eat, scan and pay for it yourself. Can you accept that?”
“Yes.” I nodded eagerly.
“Do you have any money on you?”
“I still have some.”
The manager breathed a sigh of relief. “If you run out, you can ask me for an advance. Just call me Sister Yu from now on.”
“Thank you, Sister Yu.”
“No need. Remember to study when it’s not busy.” Sister Yu patted my head and sighed before leaving.
I dragged my luggage into the storeroom.
One side of the storeroom was stacked with goods, the other held a metal-framed bed.
There was a mattress and bedding already, and a separate bathroom.
A thousand times better than the train station where I slept last night.
I unpacked my things and started changing into my uniform.
Suddenly, a pouch fell out of my coat pocket.
The stitching and fabric were familiar.
Inside was five hundred yuan.
Five hundred yuan. She must have saved it for a long time.
Maybe she does love me.
But compared to her husband and son, her love for me seems insignificant.
I put the money away and started working.
