The Green Tea’s Crushing Victories in the ’70s

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“I only look more mature than my peers, but I am only 22 years old.
Comrade, how old are……”

He was interrupted by Tong Xuelu before he could finish his sentence.

Walking out from behind Wen Rugui, she thrusted the envelope back into Xiao Chengping’s chest.

“Take your money back.
I don’t need it.
My days are fine, and I don’t need your pity.
If you have extra compassion that needs an outlet, you could go care for the lonely elderlies.
I trust they would be really appreciative of that.”

She thought it was merely a coincidence running into Xiao Chengping last time and that it would be unlikely for them to cross paths again.

Who knew that he would let it get to his head to come and give her money? On top of that, the straight man spiel that he gave her before handing her the money just made her want to beat him up.

One needn’t be too smart to figure out his intention.
Xiao Chengping was fond of the original owner when they were young, but he always bullied her until she cried.
When he was an adult, he figured it out and wanted to court her, which was why he was all sorts of nice to her.

What an interesting childhood friend.

Problem was that she wasn’t the same girl and that he wasn’t handsome enough!

For someone who valued physical appearance over everything else, not being handsome was the original sin.
She had zero interest in him.

Xiao Chengping caught the envelope that Tong Xuelu had tossed back at him, and feeling the heavy look from Wen Rugui, he scratched his head and said, “Fine.
You don’t want it.
I’m taking off now.”

He had thought that Tong Xuelu needed to prop up a family all on her own.
Now that he had seen the Tourbillon on her cousin’s wrist, he figured he was from a fairly well-off family.

Perhaps he was the one who arranged for Tong Xuelu’s job at the government-operated restaurant.
It would make sense that she did not need his help.

He should have looked into it more before coming over.

Xiao Chengping rubbed his nose and left.

When he got to the end of the alleyway, someone dashed out from behind a post.
“Cousin, did you lend the money to Crybaby?”