NFBE Chapter 52 A Man Without Morals
Chapter 52 A Man Without Morals
Twenty years later... Cloud City
The girl, wearing a helmet, rode an electric scooter, her figure weaving through the city streets.
Her face was resolute, and her eyes were focused intently on the road ahead.
She wore a uniform delivery worker's outfit, and the box on her back was full of meals waiting to be delivered. She skillfully maneuvered her electric scooter, deftly avoiding pedestrians and vehicles on the road.
At each destination, she would quickly get out of the car, grab the food, and stride briskly towards the customers. Her steps were firm and powerful, as if she were completing an important mission.
She always wore a smile, and never complained, even when faced with difficulties and setbacks. She knew that her job was to satisfy customers, so she would do her best to complete every order.
Her hard work has left its mark in every corner of the city, demonstrating the responsibility and commitment of a delivery driver through her actions.
"Go Xie Shiyun!"
She glanced at the rearview mirror on the electric scooter, forced a smile, and cheered herself on.
Just then, a black Mercedes suddenly appeared in her line of sight, speeding towards her. The car was moving extremely fast, as if driven by urgency. However, just as the two cars were about to meet, an accident occurred.
For some reason, the Mercedes collided and scraped against her car, producing a screeching sound. This sudden turn of events startled her, and her heart raced instantly.
She gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to keep the vehicle stable, but the car still swayed involuntarily.
Xie Shiyun and her car fell to the ground together.
Just then, the black Mercedes that caused the accident also stopped.
The car door opened, and a man wearing a brown plaid shirt and glasses stepped out. He had a sign hanging around his neck that seemed to say the name of a talent agency...
Xie Shiyun, who had been in a good mood, suddenly felt terrible after the minor car accident. She angrily yelled at the other driver, "Hey! Can't you drive? Driving so fast, are you rushing to your wedding?"
However, the man wasn't angry. Instead, he quickly stepped forward to check on her, saying, "I'm sorry, miss, we were really in a hurry, so we drove a little faster. Are you alright? Do you need me to take you to the hospital for a check-up?"
“Going to the hospital will take a long time, and I still have food deliveries to make. You have to pay me back. Medical expenses, car rental, compensation for my emotional distress, and all the meals I ordered will add up to more than 20,000 yuan. Pay me back! And you have to apologize to me!” She held out her hand.
The man in front of him looked troubled upon hearing the large sum of money.
Then, the rear window of the car slowly rolled down, and a man in a black suit sat upright in the car, staring at her coldly. His voice was low and indifferent: "What bad luck, to run into such a woman trying to scam me today." He looked at Xie Shiyun beside him and said.
"I'm having a bad day, Xiaolin. Give her the card, finish this and get going. There's a ton of stuff waiting for us at the company," he ordered impatiently.
"You can't afford to compensate me for wasting my time and things!" After saying this, the man rolled up the car window again without hesitation.
These words further enraged Xie Shiyun. She was about to turn around and argue with the man in the back seat when she was stopped by the man in the shirt in front of her.
"Miss, I'm so sorry, our CEO Fu really had some urgent business to attend to today and accidentally bumped into you. I'll handle all the follow-up matters with you, so please rest assured, I will take good care of everything. Please accept this bank card; you can go to the hospital for a check-up first." With that, the assistant stuffed a bank card into her hand and hurriedly got into the car.
She was left alone on the road, seething with anger and resentment. Stomping her foot, she angrily exclaimed, "I'm so angry! What kind of CEO is he? Someone with such low character can be a president? It's utterly ridiculous!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, feeling that she had been greatly wronged and insulted.
There was nothing more that could be done, so it was left unresolved.
In the end, the customer's meal wasn't delivered, they received a bunch of complaints, and their car broke down...
She looked at the bank card in her hand and suddenly laughed out loud. If she took this card home to her mother, would her mother treat her better?
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll go back first.
Her home was in an inconspicuous alley, a narrow and old street lined with dilapidated houses and crumbling walls. Deep within the alley stood a small house—her home. She and her mother lived a simple and frugal life, relying on each other for survival.
She didn't know who her father was.
It remained a mystery to her. She had never seen him growing up, nor had her mother ever mentioned anything about her father.
Perhaps due to her family environment, she was more mature and sensible than her peers, but at the same time, she was also more lonely and sensitive.
It is said that daughters are a mother's sweetheart and the apple of her eye, but I am not my mother's darling.
More like, an enemy from a past life seeking revenge...
She went upstairs, her steps heavy. Standing in front of the door, her hands unconsciously clenched and unclenched. She could hear her mother talking on the phone from inside the room, faint but clear.
Her thoughts drifted back to her childhood. Back then, the atmosphere at home always made her feel oppressed and uneasy. Her mother's eyes often held indifference and annoyance, as if she were an unwanted presence.
Every time she saw her mother's gaze, her heart would sink, as if she had been stabbed.
When she was little, her mother seemed to dislike her. She remembered once accidentally spilling a glass of milk, and her mother immediately glared at her and scolded her loudly, "How can you be so clumsy! You can't even hold a glass properly!"
I always used other people's hand-me-downs; I never owned anything new, not even new clothes.
Another time, she came first in her class and happily took her report card home, hoping for her mother's praise. However, her mother just glanced at it and said indifferently, "What's so great about this? Don't be arrogant." Her mood instantly plummeted from cloud nine to rock bottom. It turned out that her efforts were completely insignificant in her mother's eyes.
Therefore, she felt in her heart that she must have been picked up by the roadside, which was why she acted this way.
This was the only way she could comfort herself.
As time went by, she gradually got used to her mother's indifference and neglect.
She became quiet and withdrawn, no longer expressing her feelings and needs to her mother.
She learned to bear everything alone, burying all her grievances and pain deep in her heart.
As I grew older, my mother's attitude softened slightly, but she was still cold and sarcastic.
Fortunately, she can earn money and support herself, as well as her mother...
As long as she doesn't make me leave, it's fine...