No one notified me in advance. Everyone in the end times is crazy.

Chapter 142 Be realistic!

Wen Feiyu stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Yu Jiajia, urging her, "What are you looking at? Eat quickly! It will get cold soon."

Yu Jiajia looked at her and asked, "How did I offend you?"

Wen Feiyu was stunned and replied, "Ah? No?"

"Then can you please let me go?"

"what does it mean?"

"Literally, there are many people who can have dinner with you, why do you have to choose me? To put it bluntly, you make me think that you, the young lady, are interested in me. Do you like me?"

Wen Feiyu was stunned and stammered, having no idea what he was saying.

Yu Jiajia's eyes widened in disbelief: "You don't really like me, do you?"

Wen Feiyu lowered her head and buttoned the corner of her clothes, feeling embarrassed to respond to him.

"No? What do you like about me? Like my mother? Like that I'm poor? Like me scolding you, right? Masochism?"

"Oh! I don't care!" Wen Feiyu slammed the table and stood up, her face flushed red. She said unreasonably: "I just like you!"

"No? What do you want? What do you like about me? Can't I change?"

"No! You have to stay with me!"

"I reject."

"Then I'll keep pestering you."

Yu Jiajia was a little overwhelmed: "Let me go! Okay?"

"why?"

Yu Jiajia let out a long sigh and patiently explained, "You're the eldest daughter of the Ninth City, living a life of luxury since childhood. And me? I'm just a poor boy. If you follow me, you'll only suffer. Do you understand?"

"I'm not afraid of hardship."

Yu Jiajia laughed and continued to persuade: "Will your family agree? Do you know what price you have to pay to marry down? You should marry someone like Wang Rui. Only someone like that can bring you happiness, not me!"

Wen Feiyu covered her ears with her hands, tears streaming down her face.

"I won't listen! I like you, isn't it enough for us to be together? We can overcome any difficulties together. Can you please not be so realistic?"

Yu Jiajia shook her head helplessly. This young lady's thoughts were really unreasonable to him.

"It's you who has always lived in a fairy tale that hates to accept reality. Do you know why? Because you have been protected by your family since childhood, you have the heart of glass that you have today. I have no parents and have seen all kinds of people, so I am realistic. I will consider many aspects before doing anything. I am not like you. No matter how big the mistake is, my family will support me. Every step I take is a step that cannot be turned back."

Wen Feiyu covered his ears and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I don't care! I don't care!"

"We are two parallel lines, there's no way we'll ever intersect. To put it bluntly, I'm not worthy of you. A marriage that's right for you is one between people of equal social status. Besides, I've never thought of getting married in my life, and I don't want to waste my feelings. Now, while you're not too deeply involved, give up early! It'll be better for both of us."

Wen Feiyu lowered her hands from covering her ears, tears as big as beans fell, but she still insisted on her heart: "I don't want it! I don't want to give up! I hate you saying these things, you are so like my grandfather, do you care so much about your background?"

"Yeah, I care."

"Are you afraid that my grandfather will cause trouble for you?"

"I'm alone and not even afraid of death, so why would I be afraid of him?"

Wen Feiyu pouted, fiddling with the buttons on Yu Jiajia's sleeves, and said coquettishly, "Then why don't you just try dating me? I didn't say we have to get married."

"What if I'm deeply involved? If you dump me, where will I go to cry?"

Wen Feiyu's eyes were firm: "I won't."

Yu Jiajia felt that she couldn't get through to her, so she said, "Wait until your grandfather agrees!"

"Really? If my grandfather agrees, you'll stay with me, right?"

Yu Jiajia pulled her hand back, saying, "Let's talk about it later," and turned away.

Wen Feiyu shouted behind him: "You promised me, you can't go back on your word!"

Yu Jiajia did not respond to her and left without looking back.

After walking aimlessly for a while, I found a chair by the roadside to sit down and rest.

He doesn't understand.

Why do you have to pester me?

I glanced at the shadow of my mother standing beside me. (No one else can see it)

Why, none of them will let me go.

A feather fell on Yu Jiajia's leg.

"White...feathers."

Look up at the sky.

"White dove..."

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An orphanage.

A boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old was leaning against the wall, holding a book in his arms and resting with his eyes closed.

The sunlight shone on his delicate face, as if it had too much pity on this child and gave him all its warmth.

In the shade not far away, a group of children were playing, but they did not attract the boy's attention at all.

A man dressed as a philanthropist noticed the boy at first sight.

She quietly walked up to him, squatted down, and chuckled, "You are such a sociable kid!"

When Yu Jiajia opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a pair of emerald eyes. A pair of emerald earrings could be vaguely seen in her long golden hair.

The boy said in a cold voice: "It has nothing to do with you."

"How can it have nothing to do with me? I funded the orphanage you are staying in now."

"You can leave me alone."

"You'll starve to death regardless."

"I'm not afraid of death."

The dean whispered something to the man.

The man nodded, as if he understood, and asked directly: "Have you ever committed suicide?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"If you are not afraid of death, why not become a great ghost master? Even after death, your name will be remembered for eternity."

Yu Jiajia looked into the man's eyes, smiled, and asked, "Uncle, how old are you this year?"

"twenty one years old."

"No wonder I'm so naive. Everyone's vying for the reputation, but I don't think I have any advantage in getting it. On the contrary, I don't want to compete for anything."

"Hey~ What a cute child! Is he so aware of reality at such a young age?"

"It's just that fairy tales aren't for me anymore."

"Interesting, my name is Cass France (a pseudonym) and I'm a philanthropist."

Yu Jiajia interrupted him: "It sounds good to be a philanthropist, but it's just a huge sacrifice for others."

Yu Jiajia pointed at the children playing around and continued, "Who of those you helped recognize you? Who will remember you? If you don't care about yourself, you'll be punished by heaven and earth. Wouldn't it be better to live a carefree life with your money than to live like this now?"

"You kid, you really don't have any childish innocence at all!"

Cass France grabbed Yu Jiajia's wrist, pulled her up, and forced her to join the playing children.

"What are you doing? Let me go! I don't want to do such a stupid thing!"

"Oh! You have a bit of childish innocence! Look at how happy you are smiling."

"You made me laugh! Let me go!"