Only a poor loser like Zhao Wenzong canât get a woman.
Zhao Wenzong slapped the table twice, usually so mild-mannered, but Hu Haoâs words ignited his fury: "This is about character!"
Donât use poverty or wealth to cover up your moral corruption and personal degradation.
"Come on, do you think youâre a primary school student?" Hu Hao said.
Weâre all adults, living in society, and teachers only talk about the good, never the bad.
"Dare to say you havenât done something wrong." Zhao Wenzong, equally angry and hurt as Xie Wanying, asked him, "Ask yourself. If someone really got pregnant with your child, if itâs 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 Iâm a good person and she isnât. How could I let someone like her be the mother of my child?"
"What happened?" Zhao Wenzong stuttered.
Poor people donât have rich recreational lives, or colorful social experiences, just home 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 werenât willing, how could she have tricked you?" Xie Wanyingâs cold voice interjected.
"Exactly!" Zhao Wenzong agreed with her.
Hu Haoâs angry gaze shot across at Xie Wanyingâs 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 Haoâs little story was not difficult for a doctor to figure out.
Xie Wanying mercilessly continued, "Youâre looking down on her because of her background, not because she set you up. If a rich girl schemed against you, you would be over the moon."
Hu Hao, provoked to the extreme, exposed himself: "Yes, sheâs a car wash girl. What, Xie Wanying, do you want me to marry a car wash girl?"
So it turned out sheâs 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 didnât even finish elementary school?" Hu Hao turned to Zhao Wenzong as an example to absolve himself.
Zhao Wenzongâs mouth moved stiffly; he wasnât good with words and couldnât find the right thing to say immediately. If it were him, he certainly wouldnât marry a car wash girl. Even if he didnât have much money, the difference in their education levels would mean they wouldnât have common ground as a couple.
"See, even he didnât think about marrying her." Hu Hao pointed to Zhao Wenzongâs expression. It wasnât just him; any man with a choice would make the same decision as Hu Hao.
Xie Wanying didnât let him get away with it, saying, "You clearly knew she was just a car wash girl and not someone 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 wouldnât marry such a woman, would never get involved. Hu Hao, on the other hand, just wanted to play with women, and ended up playing with fire, which served him right.
Hu Hao was almost driven mad by her, slapping the table furiously: "You think youâre a judge, Xie Wanying? Even if this went to court, Iâd be innocent. Iâm asking her to get an abortion for her own good. Iâll never marry her."