Zhou Hao could only quietly retreat and cook a bowl of noodles for himself in the kitchen. His hand injury wasn't serious; he had sustained much worse before. What he couldn't adapt to was Fangfang's change. He didn't understand what was wrong with her, just because she wanted to sell the house and buy another, and he hadn't agreed?
After finishing his noodles, Zhou Hao thought about it and went to sleep in his grandfather's room.
He couldn't sleep in the middle of the night because of the pain in his hand. When he got up to go to the toilet, he saw that the light in another room was on.
He walked over, intending to return to his own room, but as he twisted the doorknob, he found the door was locked from the inside.
Zhou Hao gently knocked on the door, and the light in the room suddenly went out.
From then on, Fangfang seemed like a completely different person. Not only was she lazy and unwilling to work, but she also insisted on selling the house every day, regardless of Zhou Hao's agreement. Before, when he came home, there would be hot dishes and meals; now, there was nothing. Fangfang only ordered takeout for herself, leaving Zhou Hao to cook for himself after a tiring day.
What's more, one day when Zhou Hao returned, he found that there seemed to be someone else in Fangfang's room. He tried to rush in, but Fangfang stopped him, saying he wasn't allowed in.
He looked at the woman in front of him, who had completely changed, and was too shocked to react.
Fangfang rolled her eyes at him, closed the door, and continued talking to the man inside.
Zhou Hao felt as if he had been stabbed. He didn't knock on the door anymore but turned back to the other room. He lay on the bed without moving. He was too tired, too weary of life. He used to have to take care of his grandfather, but his grandfather was gone. He thought he had found the true love with whom he would spend the rest of his life, but now Fangfang had changed completely and started giving him the cold shoulder.
Zhou Hao suddenly felt that life had no meaning, and there was nothing in this world worth his lingering attachment.
A week later, Fangfang finally sold the house. The buyer paid a deposit of fifty thousand yuan. However, problems arose during the transfer of ownership. The house could not be transferred. The real estate bureau stated that the property was not under her name but still belonged to Old Master Zhou.
Fangfang was furious. She took her "friend" to the car repair shop and launched into a tirade of abuse at Zhou Hao.
Zhou Hao was stunned by her scolding. His colleagues were all watching, and he felt humiliated, trembling with anger.
"Let's talk about it when we get home. There's no need to make a scene in public!" Zhou Hao said with a cold face.
"You still know about making a scene? Zhou Hao, you promised to transfer the house to me when I married you. In the end, you gave me a fake certificate. I thought you were an honest person, but you're the most dishonest person in the world! You lied to me. You owe me compensation for my lost innocence!" Fangfang pointed at Zhou Hao and yelled.
Zhou Hao frowned, not understanding what she was talking about.
"I already said, let's talk about it at home. I'll sort it out when I get back tonight." Zhou Hao just wanted her to leave quickly. He intended to keep working there and didn't want to become a laughingstock in everyone's eyes.
"What 'tonight'? You come with me to the real estate bureau right now and transfer the house. I've already sold the house, and I've received the deposit. I've spent it all. If you don't go today, I'm not done with you!" Fangfang shouted angrily.
"Hasn't the house already been transferred to your name? No, you actually sold the house. I told you I didn't agree. That's my grandfather's house, and you have no right to sell it! If you dare to sell it, I'm not done with you!" Zhou Hao could no longer tolerate her. He had never imagined he would encounter such a shameless and trivial woman. Now, his head felt like it was about to explode.