abnabooks Chapter 132
Chapter 132
Chapter 132: A 220 Million Yuan Convoy Greets Su Xiaoxiao!Wang Xiaoting looked seriously at Liu Pingping.
Liu Pingping replied, “Of course it’s morality.”
Wang Xiaoting shook her head.
“I think people should follow their hearts.”
“I’ve been married to a wealthy husband for years…”
“But he often hits me.”
As she spoke, tears welled up in Wang Xiaoting’s eyes. She seemed reluctant to revisit the past.
Liu Pingping didn’t know how to respond.
“Back then, I married him for his money.”
“But later, I realized how terribly wrong I was. Money isn’t the only important thing in this world.”
“These years have been filled with pain and suffocation.”
“It’s not the violence that hurts the most…it’s the fact that for twenty years, I haven’t been loved by a man.”
“All I’ve received is money.”
“But I’ve fallen into endless emptiness.”
Liu Pingping was deeply shaken. She sat there speechless, tears streaming down her face as well.
Even crying, Liu Pingping looked far more graceful than Wang Xiaoting.
“Why are you so upset?”
Wang Xiaoting was surprised by Liu Pingping’s reaction. She looked more affected than the person telling the story.
“It’s nothing…”
“Go on.”
Wiping her tears, Wang Xiaoting continued, “For years, I lived in that emptiness. But six months ago, I suddenly felt the gentleness of Xiao Zhao.”
“He was attentive and caring.”
“He took me shopping, worried about even the smallest things that might upset me.”
“At first, I didn’t see him as a man.”
“To me, he was too ordinary…so ordinary I couldn’t take him seriously.”
Her emotions grew intense.
“I used to believe that men without money or achievements weren’t real men.”
“I measured men by their success.”
“Looking back now, that’s ridiculous.”
“His tenderness, his care, the way he cherished me…”
“It slowly melted me.”
“When I realized my feelings for Xiao Zhao had shifted…”
“I couldn’t accept it.”
“But then, my husband hit me again.”
“And that night, Xiao Zhao came to comfort me with soft words.”
“We ended up together…”
“Youth is truly wonderful…it never seems to tire.”
She seemed to savor the memory.
“But you two have such a big age gap. How could you…”
Seeing Liu Pingping struggle to accept it, she continued:
“Technology is so advanced now. As long as a woman takes care of herself, she doesn’t age. Just look at you…you’re naturally beautiful. I can’t compare. If I had your looks, I wouldn’t need to spend so much on skincare.”
Liu Pingping nodded slightly.
“After that day, we were fully together.”
“I came to understand…”
“Life is too short.”
“If two people truly care for each other…with sincerity, passion, and real emotion…”
“Then what does society’s judgment matter?”
“If both hearts want it but never act…”
“Decades later, when the body is too old to move, and the mind no longer dreams…”
“At that moment…”
“Will you regret not doing it?”
“Will you feel sorrow for the missed chance?”
“Life is short. Why leave behind regrets that will haunt you later?”
“Xiao Zhao and I…”
“We’ve decided to live this way…secretly, for the rest of our lives.”
“No matter what happens to him or me…”
“We’ll stay in that rented room.”
“Always together, in secret.”
“No matter what comes, I’ll follow my heart.”
She spoke with a look of longing.
Liu Pingping felt a wave of sadness. Yes…how many years can a woman stay young?
Many women, by forty, are no longer seen as flowers. They begin to wilt and fade.
Youth is like fireworks outside the window.
Brilliant while burning, but once it falls, it leaves only ashes…no one notices anymore.
“Of course…”
“If you agree with what I’m doing, lend me a hundred thousand yuan.”
“If you don’t, I won’t blame you. I’ll find another way.”
Liu Pingping looked at Wang Xiaoting, then went to her room and returned with a notebook.
“Your account number.”
She knew that transferring the money meant she had been convinced.
She couldn’t spend her life in loneliness, burning out in the dark.
…
As Wang Xiaoting stepped out of Liu Pingping’s home and reached the door, she still felt it was unreal.
She had actually borrowed a hundred thousand yuan. Clearly, Liu Pingping was a woman of depth.
She would never oppose her again.
Only Xiao Zhao truly mattered now.
And Liu Pingping no longer had the heart to make dumplings.
Wang Xiaoting’s story had completely absorbed her.
She couldn’t calm down.
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