SofarLunar

"I endured this pain day after day, drowned in the ocean of tears that weren't allowed to leave my eyes. I held on for long, but they didn't love to see that, they stepped upon my head, content to watch me drown in the emotional mess they caused."

Seven relationships and all were doomed from the start. The same issues and the same outcome, all the girls he loved left him, cheated on him, stabbed him in the back. 

Was he hexed? Was he really the problem? Why did they never last? Chang Wu didn't know. All he knew was that, they were breaking his heart to smaller pieces every time they walked out of his life because he couldn't 'afford' them. 
 
He'd tried everything to the extent everyone called him a simp for women who wouldn't even do half of what he'd done for them. 'Why were all middle class women the same?' Why hadn't he met one that wouldn't push the burden of financial responsibilities on his shoulders. The more he thought of it, the more he bore hate, until he decided to give up on them, and aim for something higher. 


Dating a rich woman was his next step. As impossible as it sounded and difficult to achieve, he thought the woman on the magazine cover that caught his attention would actually love him, not because of money because she already had that. There were problems, he had to live falsely to catch her eye and watch out for potential threats to avoid the truth from getting exposed, but how long would he pretend to be the opposite of what he truly was? How long would he lie? How long would he continue to live in fear? And most importantly, how would he put an end to the facade without getting his dream woman hurt?

Why I hate Middle Class Women

Fu hong observed the building that was no more than a skeleton on steel girders and prefabricated concrete slabs. A swarm of men in hard hats surrounded it. There were bulldozers, cement mixers, and towering above them all, a huge canary yellow crane.

The tycoon knew how many people loved to see more progress in the city so when a new skyscraper graces the skyline it actually soothes passersby.

The buildings meant more shops, more offices, more jobs and more homes. Why wouldn't he be worshipped by them? It wasn't for their benefit, but all for his. All his plans had to be achieved before the new year.

After signing papers, he turned for his car and Zhelan quickly opened the back seat for his boss. He lit his Cuban cigarette then sighed after Lijuan crossed his mind "What would I do about that stubborn woman?"

He quickly dialed her mother's phone number and had to wait for a while before She answered his call.

Part III