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

"Yes, sir," Xin answered, wiping the sweat trickling down his forehead after lifting heavy boxes all by himself.

"We still have five more houses to drop off the microwave ordered. I hope you're not tired."

The drowsy look on his face gave it away, but Xin denied. "I've never been more energetic." It was all just to support his daughter. Clothes, food, school, hospital bills. He wanted to be a good father, one he never had.

"Alright then," His supervisor said, tossing him the keys to the truck. "Let's go!" The man clapped before marking out things on his notepad.

Immediately after Xin's side job that ended around 5:30 pm, he'd drive down to his bar, take a ten minutes' break before opening the bar till midnight. It was draining, but the weekends were always his day off, not all the time, but it was his proper resting days.

Chapter 34: A dad and his daughter?