Aunt Xu took her own life.
She never felt happy after her accident and neither has her husband remained loyal. She particularly has greatly missed her daughter lately.
"She had had enough and."
When Chen Haoran heard the conversation in the rented room, he dropped the glass in his hands and it shattered on the floor.
This news struck him all of a sudden, and pain rapidly spread in his heart.
Aunt Xu had also passed away.
"Chen Haoran..."
"Chen Haoran..."
He was unable to hear the voice from the telephone anymore.
The one and only human being who had been kind to him was no more. Why would he remain in this world now?
His mind kept wandering; memories of his existence floated before his eyes like a slideshow.
His consciousness was continuously collapsing; memories of his life flashed through Chen Haoran's mind like a slideshow.
At 32, he had still achieved nothing in society.
His grandparents had passed away early, and he had never seen his father since childhood.
His mother had died in an accident when he was 19.
Misfortune seemed to prefer targeting the suffering.
Now, he was struggling alone in society, enduring hardships.
Even when sick, he could only endure the pain alone in the hospital.
Whenever he saw others being cared for and loved, Chen Haoran couldn't help feeling uncontrollable envy.
With average height and only moderately handsome features.
It seemed that for many years, no one had truly cared about him.
Except for the girl he met after graduation, Lin Xinyue, who liked to wear pigtails and was crippled.
Lin Xinyue was truly beautiful, but because of her insecurities, she was reluctant to interact or communicate with others.
She always walked with her head down, despising her limping gait, which she thought was very ugly.
A few times by chance, he had unlocked her heart.
He became her boyfriend, and it was Chen Haoran's first romantic relationship, though they were always subject to people's whispering wherever they went.
But being just an ordinary person among millions, Chen Haoran felt very fortunate to have found such a beauty.
Lin Xinyue had really given him all her true affection and emotions.
And her mother, the beautiful Xu Meiling Aunt, a woman whose bust size reached a D+ and who resembled Zeng Li, was also very good to him, treating him like her own son.
At that time, he thought if he could marry Lin Xinyue and live his life like that, it would have been wonderful.
But with the pressure of life constantly bearing down...
After he lost his job, the landlord kicked him out, and that was when he understood that in this society, without money, you're nothing, and feelings of inferiority and repression kept coming.
Luckily, that foolish girl always stayed by his side.
But he didn't make it to his wedding with Yueyue, instead, he received the terrible news about Yueyue's death ten years ago, while he was at work.
Due to an accident, Lin Xinyue lost her life, and like her mother, she left him forever in that accident.
Chen Haoran didn't know how he had survived these years.
These years, immersed in pain, Chen Haoran had fought desperately against fate.
He wanted to earn more money so he could offer Aunt Xu a better life.
But the pressure of life was too great, and in Magic Capital, Chen Haoran worked overtime diligently, yet he could barely manage to survive.
Another night of binge drinking.
But then Chen Haoran heard the horrific news of Xu Meiling's suicide.
His consciousness was gradually collapsing, and his heart was filled with pain.
Was it all over now...
If there was an afterlife, he wanted to be a rich second generation, a super wealthy person!
Then, he could forget the troubles of this world and have no more regrets.
...
When Chen Haoran opened his eyes again, he saw a rose in his hand.
There was also a card placed on top, on which was written the cringey, footnote love letter he had written.
"Zhang Yiwen."
Chen Haoran tried to continue reading, but he embarrassingly couldn't go on.
"An illusion?"
He pinched himself hard, and a wave of pain washed over him.
It jolted Chen Haoran back to reality as he looked around at the familiar school environment and pulled out the flip phone from his pocket.
Chen Haoran checked the time.
"2010, July 21!"
"2010!"
The voice of his buddy Wang Juncheng completely pulled his thoughts back to 2010!
"Brother Ran, you're really bold! To openly confess to Zhang Yiwen!"
Embarrassing memories surged, and during his adolescence, there were two embarrassing things.
One was his constant bragging about becoming a millionaire.
The other was his goddess throughout adolescence, Zhang Yiwen.
He had pursued her for two full years, but she only accepted his gifts and kindness, never agreeing to his confessions.
Despite his family being wealthy, he had spent all his allowance on gifts for her, yet she accepted everything without exception.
And she even had a professional way of speaking.
Receiving gifts ≠ agreeing.
Moreover, she encouraged him to keep pursuing her, saying if he was sincere enough, she might consider becoming his girlfriend in the future.
Because he was constantly rejected, today he got carried away.
He directly mentioned in the class group that he would confess to his goddess at today's class reunion.
Afterward, he publicly confessed and was ruthlessly rejected by Zhang Yiwen.
He was even mocked face-to-face by a rich second-generation classmate who was also pursuing Zhang Yiwen.
For many years to come, this incident became a topic of ridicule and laughter among his classmates.
He could never forget the 18-year-old him at the class reunion, looking like a clown.
"That's a pretty flower."
"I think the school beauty will definitely like it."
As they spoke, the two had already reached the front of the hotel.
Seeing the flowers in Chen Haoran's hand, Zhang Yiwen proudly raised her head.
18 was certainly a vain age.
Although she didn't care much for the ordinary Chen Haoran, having someone holding flowers and confessing to her in public.
It was something that could prove her charm.
Looking at the Zhang Yiwen in front of him, Chen Haoran felt nothing.
Instead, his attention was completely drawn to Zhang Yiwen's mother, Zhao Lihua.
Having given birth to a school beauty like Zhang Yiwen, Zhao Lihua's appearance was naturally not bad, and over time,
She dressed in a black button-up shirt today, paired with a black pencil skirt, flesh-toned stockings, and a pair of high heels.
The charm of a mature woman was fully unleashed.
Only a mature woman could manage such an outfit well.
She had a special allure about her.
Perhaps it was because of her age.
Chen Haoran felt like he was increasingly able to appreciate the beauty of mature women.
By this time, the more Chen Haoran looked, the more he thought Zhang Yiwen's mother resembled the lady from K2, making him feel his hormones rushing.
"A teacher's wife is also very good looking, huh!"
"Mature women, a unique attraction to young men?"
Just then, a voice sounded.
"System activation successful."
"Random task issued."
"Zhang Yiwen will embarrass you in the upcoming confession."
"Please confess to Zhang Yiwen's mother, Zhao Lihua."
"Task reward, cash fifty thousand yuan."
This voice made Chen Haoran pause.
System?