Chapter 125: The Doomsday Martyr – 8

Ren Xin was hungry and had to head back to her rented room for a meal. She had originally intended to look around for something to eat, but everything was exorbitantly expensive. Moreover, seeing the pained expressions of the people eating, she knew exactly how terrible the food must taste.

Ren Xin was thoroughly discouraged and decided to go back and check her own menu.

To her surprise, the man who had commandeered her bed last night had returned even earlier than she had. He had already politely stripped off his clothes and was lying in bed.

Ren Xin: “???”

The ginseng was displeased; this was a blatant attempt to take advantage of her.

Book Spirit Number One was delighted by its host’s sudden clarity and began whispering in her ear, “Exactly, he’s just here to freeload. We can’t let him off easy…”

“This room wasn’t cheap to rent. If you want to stay here, you have to pay!”

Book Spirit Number One: “???” This is what you call taking advantage?

Then what was it when he groped her chest?

“That was a greeting!”

Book Spirit Number One: “…” (Covering head in deep thought.jpg)

Wen Ci said with a smile, “I brought my rations for you. I want to be your roommate.”

Ren Xin glanced over. The so-called rations were a hundred pounds of rice. And it wasn’t moldy, either.

Was he trying to flaunt his wealth in front of a ginseng? He needed a reality check.

“It’s not convenient. I don’t like men anymore. I’m planning to find a young lady to keep me. If you’re willing to castrate yourself for love, I might give you priority consideration.”

Wen Ci: “…”

He reached out, pulled Ren Xin onto the bed, and flipped over to pin her down. With their faces only centimeters apart, he whispered, “Once you’ve had a taste of me, you won’t want a young lady anymore.”

While his mouth was busy talking, his hands weren’t idle. Ren Xin’s buttons were all silently undone.

Ren Xin’s mind was racing. What on earth was this man saying? He was actually disparaging his own kind? This man had no character!

Ren Xin reached out to push him away, declaring righteously, “My whole life, I have been wild and unrestrained¹…”

Before she could finish, she was interrupted again. Wen Ci’s walkie-talkie chirped.

“Emergency, return immediately!”

Wen Ci and Ren Xin looked at each other. Ren Xin’s eyes were full of disdain, while Wen Ci helplessly climbed off her. He got out of bed naked and quickly dressed.

He didn’t stop nagging as he moved. “It’s not safe outside lately. Be careful. Don’t wander around when you have nothing to do. The smell of disinfectant on you is too strong.” Having said his piece, he left without looking back.

Ren Xin: “…” The clever Shen Shen had been dealt a fatal blow.

Book Spirit Number One offered some online comfort: “And here I thought you were so smart. You big dummy ginseng~”

Ren Xin: “…”

She entered her space to find the freshly washed Huhu for some comfort.

Huhu couldn’t care less about the ginseng’s plight, concerned only with one thing: “I’m hungry. What am I eating?”

Ren Xin introduced the area listlessly. “Over there is the cooked food section, and over there is the raw food. Go help yourself to the buffet!”

Huhu happily kicked up its hooves and bolted, starting a feast of epic proportions.

Since she wasn’t happy, she decided to find two people to vent on.

Ever since their last physical altercation, Ren Yi and Xie Mingyi had continued to entangle themselves with one another. However, their lives were miserable.

No food, no currency, and even the sugar daddies they had previously found had moved on to new flames.

They were living in dire straits. Furthermore, they constantly complained to each other, saying the other wasn’t as good as Ren Xin. Back then, when Ren Xin supported both of them by herself, how comfortable their lives had been!

When Ren Xin appeared before them now, it was as if she had thrown them a piece of driftwood. Both scrambled to grab hold of it, their hideous, desperate attempts to curry favor looking truly pathetic.

Translator’s Notes