Zhou Qun watched their retreating figures and sneered, "He's just picking up my leftovers."
Though Zhou Qun was known for his playfulness and charm, when he first pursued Wang Xiangxiu, it wasn't because he was particularly fond of her. Well, he was, but over time, the novelty wore off. The reason he kept the relationship going was the psychological satisfaction of feeling superior.
The men in the factory admired Wang Xiangxiu, and Bai Fendou had been infatuated with her for years, but none of them had won her over. Only he, Zhou Qun, had succeeded. That sense of being better than others was what thrilled him the most.
Even though he wasn't what he used to be, that feeling of superiority still lingered.
However, as he stared at Bai Fendou, he couldn't help but feel that Bai Fendou was ungrateful. It was an honor for him to even be noticed by Zhou Qun, yet Bai Fendou had acted out, depriving him of his simplest pleasures. Zhou Qun's gaze toward Bai Fendou grew increasingly dark.
