Wedding Arguments

"What do you mean rock music. Why would Jessica want to listen to that at her wedding," Fiona refuted him.

Jon assumes that they are talking about the engaged couple from listening from the side, "Jessie specifically assigned me to choose some romantic pop music to spice up the atmosphere."

"So you guys are arguing about the wedding song thing again," Christina asked awkwardly, seeing the two of them fighting like this, and she added in her heart: for the 20th time today, since the morning.

"No, Jorge wanted rock music!"

"Romantic pop music!"

"Rock mu--"

"Mark, do you want to taste my fist?" Fiona raises her tiny fist in front of his face. According to his memory, Jon knows not to take her lightly since Fiona had been a national Taekwondo champion in college.

Mark switched to a happy and comedic smile soon after, feeling the heat coming in his direction, "Romantic pop music. I love romantic pop music for weddings. What a great choice!"

Fiona smiled happily inside, seeing how easily it was to win the argument between them. While Mark secretly curses her with names inside his mind. Of course, he is a little afraid. That skill of hers is no joke.

She often beat him when she was drunk in the past, and from then on, he knew to never be in proximity of her when she was intoxicated or else get risked taken into the hospital.

He knows that as long as he is not close to her when she is drunk, he would be safe and wouldn't risk lying in bed the next day.

Christina shakes her head in resignation seeing the two of them battling off again in such a weird manner, and finally remembers what she was here for and immediately jumps to introduce Jon. He had been standing in the background.

"Hey, you two, I have found ourselves with our newest roommate to share the rent," she introduced him fondly to her two roommates, "Jon, you can say hi to Fiona and Mark."

Mark quickly rushes to introduce himself, " Nice to meet you, and I'm the night radio host for the show Your Moon My Heart, Ma--"

"Hello there, handsome. Nice to meet you. I'm Fiona," Jon could only watch as Fiona pushed Mark away and held his outstretched hand, "you can forget about him. It is just an annoying fly."

Jon could notice from the corner of his eyes that Mark was crying to himself inside in the corner of the living room.

He could detect that this was probably not the first time he had had his special spotlight taken away from him by Fiona.

According to his memory, Mark did indeed have a nightly radio show that he would broadcast in the middle of the night.

Except his radio broadcast is not that popular, and the only listeners would be people who have insomnia.

"Well, it is nice to meet the both of you," Jon said to them, "I haven't brought much money with me. But is 50K enough to pay the rent for this month?"

Jon took out the stack of cash stuffed inside his wallet and handed it into the hands of Fiona, whose eyes were beaming with a strange golden glow to them as she eyes the thick wad of cash that was in front of her hand now.

"Brother, you're one rich man," even Mark, who had been sulking silently in the corner, couldn't help but be shocked upon seeing so many cash bills in front of his eyes for the first time. He doesn't even know how Jon could stuff so much cash in his wallet in the first place.

"Oh, it is enough--" Fiona's eyes were still beaming with money signs.

"It is okay if it is not enough," Jon searched inside his coat and pant pocket and took out more bills to hand over to her, "here is another 60k."

Fiona instantly found her head a little dizzy seeing so much money now.

While Mark, who was on the side, instantly appeared right beside Jon, "Hey buddy, if you ever need someone to clean your room or make food deliveries for you, I can always give you a hand."

"Thank you so much for that," Jon said with a sense of politeness before being waltzed away from Christina's living room.

"I think I"m going to faint," Fiona held her hand up to her head and fell into the arms of Mark by her side.

"Hey, Fiona! Wake up; you can't faint right now," Mark said, holding onto her.

She took him into the first room to the left, and he noticed that the hallway had a blue background wallpaper.

Inside the bedroom, Christina said to him, "Are you crazy. You might send Fiona to the hospital."

Jon joked, saying, "I didn't know that little money would make her that surprised."

He looks around him and sees the small bedroom with a window by the side—there is enough space to put an office desk, a television, and other accessories.

"But where are your luggage," Christina asked, seeing the empty bedroom except for a bed and a window shining light outside.

"Oh, they will be shipped here pretty soon," Jon said to her, pretending to send a message through his phone. But with such a powerful system, what is the need to worry about enough else in his life anyways.

She nods her head to indicate that she understands, "Well, we should all celebrate tonight. Jessica and Jorge will return pretty soon, I'll be introducing you to that cheerful couple.

"I don't think there will be a need for that," when they heard the doorbell ringing, "there's the cooking material that I ordered and my stuff."

"Cooking material?" Christina asked with curiosity.

"I don't think I have told you yet, but I'm a professional cook," giving her a mysterious smile that contains so many secrets that only makes her curious to know him more.