My Terrible Life in Those Years

Shu, a working woman, was quite unhappy.

Frowning, she squatted down and took off her shoes. The heel of this high heel was at least five centimeters high, and now only a little bit of the outer skin was stuck to the sole. It looked like it was broken beyond repair.

When she squatted down, the buttons on her blazer, which was undone, were undone, revealing a flesh-colored low-cut top underneath. And from that position, oh my god, most of her two snow-white breasts were exposed to my eyes.

I exclaimed in my heart, "My God, this is truly magnificent!"

I don't know why, but I compared what I just saw with the group of girls from last night and came to a preliminary conclusion.

This career woman, Ms. Shu, is far superior to those young ladies in the alley in every aspect!

If she were in an alley, I reckon the line of people wanting to chat with her would stretch from the alley to the street corner.

She kept her head down and didn't notice my unusual gaze or the drool that almost reached her mouth!

Hearing me mention compensation made him even angrier.

"You'll pay for it? Can you even afford it? Do you know how much these shoes cost me?"

I feel embarrassed to keep looking down from top to bottom, and I feel like I might embarrass myself if I look for too long.

She quickly squatted down, wanting to pick up the shoes to see if she could stabilize them temporarily so that she could still wear them for a while.

After I took off the shoes, I saw a string of English words inside. I didn't recognize them at all. What brand was it?

"How much will this cost?" I felt that with the money in my pocket right now, it probably wouldn't be enough to cover the losses.

Shu, a career woman, said coldly, "What? You really plan to pay for it? Fine, it's not that expensive, only 1800 a pair!"

My mind went blank for a moment, like it had suddenly short-circuited.

These shoes cost 1800? Is there an extra zero?

In other words, if I really had to pay back the money, even if I didn't eat or drink, I still couldn't pay it back in a month, even with a job like working under the shed that pays over a thousand a month.

I suddenly didn't know how to respond.

This price is completely beyond my current capabilities, and by a huge margin!

She didn't seem to have any intention of letting me off the hook. While carrying the broken shoe, she took off the other one, saying, "Why aren't you saying anything now? Weren't you so tough just now, saying you'd pay me back? I told you you're my jinx, and you wouldn't believe me! Running into you today is such bad luck!"

How could I stand her endless accusations?

I rummaged through my pockets and found that I had kept two hundred silver dollars in a hidden compartment at the bottom of the trunk at home. All the loose change I had on me now amounted to only eighty-seven dollars. I kept seven dollars and handed the eighty dollars to Ms. Shu, the working woman.

"I'm sorry, I only have eighty-seven yuan on me right now, and I can't afford to pay you back that much all at once. I'll give you eighty for now. I still owe you 1720 yuan, and I'll write you an IOU. I'll pay you back as soon as I earn the money. Please leave me your phone number later, in case I can't find you after I make the money!"

Clearly, the office lady paused for a moment, staring at me, but didn't take my eighty change.

I guess she didn't expect that I would actually have to pay her back, and that she would even ask for an IOU?

I'm not kidding. If I didn't respond to a woman's constant barrage of insults, would I still be myself?

I'd rather starve than back down in front of a woman! That's my attitude towards women!

"Um, Manager Shu, please wait a moment. I'll go get a pen and paper and write you an IOU. I'll be right there!"

She didn't offer me her money, but I'm too impatient to wait.

He grabbed her hand and stuffed eighty yuan directly into her palm.

Then I hurried over to the form-filling area, where there were plenty of paper and pens.

I took a blank resume, turned it over, and the back was blank with the words "IOU" written on it.

Then write down the specific names of the people owed money, the amount owed, their signatures, and the date. It's a pity I didn't have red clay, otherwise I could have put a fingerprint or something.

I don't know why, but I felt a surge of anger. I wrote very quickly, but with a special feeling. The cursive script I wrote was truly like flowing clouds and running water.

He dropped his pen, turned around quickly, and rushed towards the restroom.

Then, I saw a rather peculiar scene.

Shu, a working woman, stood there barefoot, her shoes beside her feet. In one hand, she held my eighty yuan in loose change, and in the other, she held a small telephone and was talking to someone.

I didn't know how long her call would last, so I planned to quickly give her the IOU, get her phone number or business card so I could contact her, and then leave immediately to focus on finding a job.

As soon as I got a little closer, I heard her yelling into the phone.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Almost everyone within five meters could hear it.

Everyone turned to look at her.

She realized what was happening, glanced at the crowd, and walked barefoot quickly to the corner of the wall. Her voice became intermittent.

But judging from her actions, reactions, and expression, it was obvious that something had happened that made her anxious and upset.

Looking at her from a distance, it's like seeing someone who desperately needs to use the restroom, but there's someone else occupying the spot.

I feel short of breath, anxious, and uncomfortable all over. My head and face feel hot and flushed, sometimes intense, sometimes calm.

She was barefoot and kept stomping her feet against the wall, the sound rising and falling.

I heard her say a few incomplete sentences intermittently.

It's hard to imagine that a sophisticated career woman like her would have this side to her.

I had only met her twice, and on the same morning, so I was basically unable to empathize with her emotions.

The only thought in my mind was, "Who the hell is so capable? To bully a woman like this like this?"

At this moment, she changed her posture. Her hand was getting tired from talking on the phone for so long, and she was just about to switch hands when she noticed that she was still holding my eighty-yuan change in her other hand. She paused for a moment, turned her head and glanced in my direction. She was surprised to see that I was still standing there, holding a piece of paper in my hand. Then, she stuffed the money into the inside pocket of her blazer, switched hands, and continued making the call.

With her voice deliberately lowered, I could no longer hear what she was saying.

I can't wait any longer. I still need to find a job. I haven't found a job yet, and I've already incurred a huge debt. Where can I go to seek justice?

So, holding the IOU in his hand, he walked towards her.

The closer they got, the clearer her voice became.

"What nonsense are you spouting? All these years, haven't I been the one supporting the family every single day? What have I relied on you for? What have I eaten from you? What have I used from you? And you dare to say such rubbish to me? Your mother? All you ever do is talk about your mother, talk about your mother, why don't you just stay with her and live your life together? What's the point of getting married?"

Then, she suddenly raised her voice: "What did you say? Your mother said I can't have children? It's all my fault? Bastards, your whole family are bastards!"

I suddenly realized that she had been arguing with her husband!

Why are you even bringing up your mother-in-law and the kids? No wonder you're so angry!