Tenant’s Secret Love

Chapter 2: A woman who drives a Q7

I looked at this woman again. She was sitting upright, with long, slightly curly hair falling down her shoulders, fair skin, a slender figure, and an upward-turned mouth, giving her a confident sharpness. In short, she was a downright beauty. Just by looking at her for the first time, I felt as if nothing in the world could be forgiven!

Old Jason waved at me, “Lucas, come over here and I'll tell you something.”

“It's about the rent. I'll pay it next month when I get paid, okay?” I said with a forced smile, after all, I had been late with the rent for so long.

“It's about the house...well...this house has already been bought by this girl.”

“You sold the house? ! What i***t would want to buy your shabby house that can't even withstand an earthquake!” I looked at the woman and said bluntly, ‘I don't care about your elegance or beauty when you're facing the crisis of being homeless, I'm just angry!”

Old Jason looked at the frowning woman awkwardly and said to me after a long while, ’You can move out tonight, and I won't ask you for the rent for the previous few months!”

“Jason, the older you get, the more like a grandson you act. Even if you want to sell the house, you should have told me in advance. Where am I supposed to find a new place to live in this pouring rain?”

“Just find a hotel to stay in for now,“ Jason said, not at all concerned about my feelings.

“You don't even own the house anymore, so don't talk to me!” I snapped at Jason, and then said to the strange woman, “The house is yours now, can I continue to rent it from you?”

The woman shook her head: “I bought it for myself to live in, I have no intention of renting it.”

I suddenly became agitated: ‘Girl, are you okay? You drive a luxury car worth millions and you live in this shitty house! ...You're just trying to make things difficult for me, aren't you?”

The woman ignored my anger and said calmly, ’You have one hour to move out...”

Before she could finish, I interrupted, “No way... Have you ever seen anyone being asked to move out without any prior warning?” I then sat down on the sofa next to her, and she instinctively moved to the other side.

I lit a cigarette and scanned the old room, feeling a sense of loss well up in my heart. Two years ago, I came to Suzhou and have been living here ever since. In this room, I went through the most difficult period of my life.

Here I cried out to the living room clock and spent sleepless nights confiding in the old floor lamp in the bedroom. Every object here seems like a close friend who has shared the hard times with me! Leaving here means losing the reason to live.

The smoke from my mouth made the woman get up from the sofa and walk to the other side, annoyed.

I felt more and more like a loser, as if all the bad things had been planned to happen to me today.

After a while, Jason said to the two of us, “I have some things to take care of at home, so you two can discuss the house together...” Without waiting for a response, he seemed to have dropped a hot potato, and with no time to waste, he grabbed his bag and walked out the door.

The woman and I were left alone in the house.

...

Outside the window, the wind and cold rain started to rage again. This kind of bad weather made me even more reluctant to move out. I decided to sit and wait it out with this woman, because I was so poor that I had nothing but time.

I spoke to her, “Miss, may I ask your name?”

She responded with a stern face, ”Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters. I need to know which fairy god brought me to this homeless state on this cold rainy night!”

She ignored the sarcasm in my words and responded coldly, “You only have 40 minutes left. If you don't move after 40 minutes, I'll call the police.”

I was about to lose my temper when the phone rang. I frowned at the woman and then took my phone out of my pocket. I looked at the number and saw that it was Violetta calling. Another woman who annoyed me.

I answered the phone impatiently, ”What is it now? I already gave you the money, didn't I?”

Violetta paused for a moment before saying, “Lucas, tomorrow is the weekend...can you go with me to the hospital for a follow-up examination...?”

“Is the baby in your stomach mine? Can't you find a friend to go with you? Do you think I'm idle, is that it?” I said in a machine-gun-like manner, trying to discourage her from this impractical idea with my imposing manner.

“In this city, you are the only friend I have.”

“Violetta, you're mistaken. We are friends with benefits, not friends...do you know what friends with benefits are?”

Violetta ignored me and whispered, “I'm really scared alone! If you don't come, I'll just be on my own! I'm not going back for a review!”

I said patiently, ‘You went alone today, so you'll be more familiar with the place tomorrow.”

“It's because I was alone yesterday that I know how scary it is!”

Violetta's persistence made me a little crazy, and I habitually swore. ’f**k you!

“f**k it! You'll f**k up your kid. If I'd known, I would have just given birth to the kid and raised it, and told it that its father is an animal!”

The phone then beeped to indicate that it had been hung up.

...

“This is bullshit!” I lit a cigarette and slapped myself on the forehead. For two years, I have never met a

Violetta, my troublesome s*x friend. Despite her oaths, I can also swear with equal conviction: the child is not mine! She said that I was her only friend in this city, which made me feel even more that she was cheating on me. Last week, I saw her post a photo on Weibo of her having a good time with a group of people at a bar.

“Scum!”

I looked up, and only then did I realize that the woman had been looking at me with an extremely disgusted expression the whole time. There was only me and her in the room, and she was the one who had cursed at me.

“Did you hear me on the phone?“ I asked emotionlessly, not minding if she called me a scumbag, because I couldn't even tell if I was a scumbag myself.

“You have 30 minutes left.” The woman's tone was even colder than before.

What a troublesome cold rainy night. After giving all my cash to Violetta today, I'm penniless. Now where can I move? There's nowhere for me to go in this vast world.

After a moment of silence, I said to the woman, “Young lady, you can see that it's raining and storming outside, and it's pretty late. You definitely won't be able to move tonight!”

The woman looked out the window and, after some hesitation, asked, ‘When will you move?”

“Tomorrow,”

“What time?”

“Before 1 pm,’ I said in a gentle tone, because I would be asking her for a favor later.

She nodded, ”You can go now. Remember to move everything out on time tomorrow.”

I sat still, and after a while I leaned over to her side and said in a deliberately coquettish voice, “Miss...can you lend me some money?”

She looked a little surprised, but said resolutely, ”I'm not obliged to lend you any money.”

“No? Then don't expect me to leave tonight. I can't go to sleep on the fly without any money!” I said, leaning over and lying on the sofa. I then said to her, ”Don't even think about calling the police. This was an unprincipled thing for you and Jason to do. You should at least let me know in advance, so that I can at least be prepared.”

She looked at me like I was the plague, which only confirmed her desire to get rid of me. But then, surprisingly, she said to me, “I don't have any cash.”

I stared at her, shocked. She had just said that she didn't have any cash, which was a sign of her high-end, elegant, and upscale lifestyle. Nowadays, rich people don't usually carry cash in their wallets. They spend tens of thousands of yuan at a time, and the little cash they have in their wallets obviously isn't enough.

“Young lady, this is fate. I don't like to stuff cash in my wallet either!” I shamelessly told her the truth: I don't usually carry much cash in my wallet.

She ignored me.

I said, ”How about this: you lend me your card, and I'll swipe a thousand yuan, and I'll pay you back tomorrow when we move. Or there's an ATM 200 meters away downstairs, if you're not confident, you can go with me...”

She took out a bank card from her purse and interrupted me: “The password is six zeros. You have until 1 pm tomorrow to take care of everything.”

I took the bank card she handed me and said, ”No problem!”

Actually, I wasn't surprised that she was so relieved to hand me her bank card. Jason knew my phone number, workplace, and connections. Or maybe there wasn't much left on the card.

...

She sat quietly on the sofa. I looked at her again. To be honest, I have never seen such a beautiful woman in the more than 20 years I have been alive. There seems to be an air about her that other women don't have. Unfortunately, we don't seem to be compatible!

As I was leaving, I said half teasingly and half seriously, “Girl, why don't you consider living with me? I can cook and give massages. When you come home tired after work, I can give you a full service and make sure you feel comfortable...”

“Get lost!” She finally snapped, and a throw pillow flew at me with guided precision.