So Wang Xiangxiu was determined to manage his money for him, at least to ensure he had some security in the future.
Wang Xiangxiu had good intentions, but Jinlai didn't understand. He felt like his life was utterly bleak. He stayed at home, crying and refusing to go out.
Life was like that sometimes—good things came one after another, but so did bad things.
He had been beaten, lost his reputation, and now his money was gone. That was already bad enough.
To make matters worse, his two admirers had fallen for someone else. Now, whenever they saw him, they didn't act like before but occasionally even spat at him. It was a huge blow to his ego. Life was at its lowest point—nothing was going right.
"Achoo! Achoo!"
He sneezed several times in a row, rubbing his nose and muttering, "This is so annoying. Am I catching a cold again?"
That would really be adding insult to injury.
If he got sick now, it would be the ultimate misfortune.
