The Woman Who Owns a Fancy Car (2)

Penny ignored me and whispered, "I'm really scared! If you don't come, I will not do the follow-up!"

I pacified her with all my patience. "Didn't you get there alone today? You should feel better to be there tomorrow."

"I saw how terrifying it was, so I won't go there alone tomorrow!"

Penny's insistence drove me mad, and I couldn't help cursing, "**** you!"

"Yeah, you fucked me. That's how our baby came! I should have given birth to the baby and raised him alone. When he grows up, I'll tell him that his father is a bastard!"

Penny then hung up the phone.

...

"This is too much!" I lit up a cigarette and patted hard on my forehead. It had been two years, and I had never met a troublesome woman like Penny. Even though she made a solemn vow, I could say that the baby had nothing to do with me! Penny said that I was her only friend in this city. Bullshit! Last week, Penny tweeted a photo of a group of people having a blast in a bar.

"Scumbag!"

I looked up and found that the new owner of the house had been looking at me with a disgusted expression. There was only me and her in the room, and she should be the one who scolded me.

"Did you hear that?" I asked without emotion. I didn't mind her calling me a scumbag because I couldn't even tell if I were.

"You still have 30 minutes." The woman's tone was even colder than before.

What a troublesome, chilling rainy night. After giving all the cash to Penny today, I became penniless. Where could I stay now? The world was vast but I got nowhere to stay.

After a moment of silence, I turned to the woman and said, "Lady, look outside. And it's late now. I definitely won't be able to move out tonight!"

The woman looked out of the window and finally got somewhat softened. "When are you moving?"

"Tomorrow."

"What time?"

"Before one in the afternoon." I changed to a gentle tone because I had to ask for her favor later.

She nodded. "Alright, but you must move your things away on time tomorrow."

I sat there still. After a while, I leaned over to her and hesitated before saying, "Miss... Can I borrow some money?"

She seemed a little surprised. The next second, she refused resolutely. "I don't have the obligation to give you money."

"What? Then don't expect me to leave tonight. Without money, where can I go!" I tilted my body and lay down on the sofa. I said to her, "Don't even think about calling the police. Isn't that your fault? Larry sold the house to you, and neither of you informed me in advance so that I had no time to prepare for it!"

The woman looked at me with a disgusted gaze as if I was a plague. So she was eager to get rid of me. But then, she said to me, "I have no cash."

I looked at her with my eyes wide open. No cash? Well, what a lofty and perfect excuse! It showed off her high-end concept of expenditure and tremendous wealth. Nowadays, rich people would not put cash into their wallets. They threw thousands of dollars at every luxury store, definitely not in cash!

"Lady, we're alike. I don't like to put cash in my wallet either!" I shamelessly told the truth. Anyway, I rarely had enough money to fill my wallet.

She ignored me.

I continued, "How about this? You give me your card, and I will just take out 200 dollars. I will return it to you before I move out tomorrow. Or, an ATM is just a few hundred feet away from here. If you don't trust me, you can come together..."

The woman took out a bank card from her wallet and interrupted me. "The password is 6 zeros. Do what you need to do before 1 p.m. tomorrow."

I took the card from her hand and said, "No problem!"

In fact, I was not surprised that she gave me the bank card without worries. Larry knew my phone number, workplace, and connections very well, or there was not much balance on this card...

...

The woman sat quietly on the sofa. I looked at her again. To be honest, I had never seen such a beautiful woman in my 20 plus years of life. She seemed to have a temperament that I had never sensed in other women. But unfortunately, we did not seem to be so compatible.

Before I left, I suggested in a bantering tone, "Lady, why not live together with me? I can cook and massage. If you are tired from working, I can give you a full set of services when you get home. I promise you'll be comfortable..."

"Scram!" The woman was finally angry and threw a pillow at me.

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