230 What Is Youth Without Passion? 1 (2/2)

”So, he is not only stingy but also miserly! Very stingy and very miserly! One RMB, a multi-millionaire and he gave one RMB‽ For shame!

”It's official, my night is ruined, and here I thought I could buy myself a cup of Haagen Danz ice cream!

”Stingy! Too stingy! One RMB, one RMB? Su Zhinian, you should just be called One RMB Su from now on! One RMB Su! One RMB Su!”

Su Zhinian leaned back in the sofa, listening to Song Qingchun's mocking, reminiscing about the assortment of expressions on Song Qingchun's face as he returned the 100 RMB note to his wallet in exchange for the coin. It went from shock to disbelief, from disbelief to anger, then to sadness and many more. His lips curved into an attractive smile, and before he knew it, a series of chuckles escaped his mouth.

…

Su Zhinian had showered by the time Song Qingchun returned with a bag of padding and the evening paper. He was wrapped in a bathrobe, watching the television with his hair half-dried.

Song Qingchun was still nursing her grief, but her tone toward Su Zhinian was as deferential as ever. ”Mr. Su, your evening paper.”

”Hmm.” Su Zhinian did not take his gaze off the television screen. His hand that held the remote pointed at the coffee table, signaling for Song Qingchun to put the stuff there.

Song Qingchun put the newspaper down obediently and said, ”If there's nothing else, I have to use the bathroom.”

Su Zhinian nodded. Just as Song Qingchun turned around, he suddenly called out, ”Wait.”

Song Qingchun turned around with a frown and saw Su Zhinian pass her a plastic bag.