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In this world, it seems that insults can be summarized into a seven-character mantra. As long as someone points their finger at you and wants to have a relationship with Ling Shou Tang, you might feel an impulse to kill. However, at this moment, Wei Yuan uses personal experience to tell everyone that the most hurtful words only require two characters, and they can be delivered without any profanity!
At this time, Wei Yuan looked at her face and exclaimed, "Ghost!"
Upon hearing this, she frowned and clenched her fists. It was evident that for a girl who cares about her appearance, such words are clearly more hurtful than any vicious insults you could come up with after spending a lot of time thinking.
To be fair, if viewed from another angle, Wei Yuan would consider this woman to be a charming beauty. She had a delicate, well-defined nose, an alluringly curved mouth, bright and expressive big eyes, and a face that was very pleasing to the eye!
However, from this angle, Wei Yuan felt an urge to flee. On her beautiful face, there was a large area about the size of a palm with a scar resembling the pattern of a bitter melon. It seemed to be caused by a burn from something hot, like boiling water or sulfuric acid.
At this moment, besides the initial shock that was hard to accept, Wei Yuan also felt two other emotions. The first was regret; such a beautiful woman had been ruined like this. Moreover, seeing her expression seemed to indicate some possibility of her becoming somewhat withdrawn. The second was doubt; after all, he had previously made some scar stickers to deal with those debt collectors. Was she also pretending to have this appearance in order to get rid of her male roommate?
But how many people have such skills? Even for someone who works in film props, creating such burn scars would not be easy. Could an ordinary woman possess such ability?
The two faced each other in silence for a minute. Han Ling suddenly felt at a loss. Ever since her face had been burned, whenever men saw her face, they would instantly unleash their maximum potential and run away faster than those martial arts heroes known as "Grass on the Wind" or "Wind Chaser" in movies!
Fortunately, Wei Yuan had a strong mindset; in just one minute he had somewhat adapted. After all, he was only sharing the apartment with her. Besides, she kept her bangs covering her face; as long as he didn't feel compelled to lift her bangs, this face—though hazy—still held some attraction!
Having thought through all of this, while she was still at a loss for what to do, Wei Yuan brought his luggage inside and began to look around. This apartment had three bedrooms and a living room with its own kitchen and bathroom. In Jinghai City, it would cost at least over a thousand yuan in rent per month. Since it was shared accommodation for two people, the landlord offered six hundred yuan—a price Wei Yuan could barely accept.
After looking around, he asked, "Which one is my room?"
Han Ling replied, "Take your things and leave immediately; I’m not renting this place to you."
Wei Yuan smiled and said, "I don’t think it’s up to you to decide that. It seems the landlord has recently struggled to afford the rent and sought me out for shared accommodation. I’m helping you share some expenses; if you’re not grateful for that, why are you trying to kick me out?"
Wei Yuan's words left her speechless. Ever since she got injured on her face, Han Ling had left home and hidden here. After spending the money she had brought with her for half a year, she gradually found herself short on funds. However, she was unwilling to return home, so she just continued to endure.
But the landlord was not a kind-hearted person; if she had no money, it was time to move out. Fortunately, she had spent quite a bit of money on games in the past and still had some equipment and items left over. Thus, Han Ling could only rely on selling online game items to make a living. However, there would always come a time when her resources ran dry, and now she was increasingly struggling with living expenses and rent.
Helplessly, she also illegally prevented Wei Yuan from coming over to rent a place. After all, the landlord would not rent to her at a low price, right? Moreover, with her face looking like this now, she wasn't afraid that Wei Yuan would have any bad intentions. If he saw the burn scars on her forehead when she lifted her bangs, it would be enough to haunt him for life.
Wei Yuan packed up his belongings and slowly walked out of the living room. To his surprise, he saw Han Ling sitting on the balcony. In this old-style building, the balcony was not enclosed, and Wei Yuan seemed to hear faint sobbing sounds. Thinking back to how he had reacted when he first saw her, he realized it was too extreme. A woman who had experienced such a tragedy would naturally be sensitive and have low emotional resilience; his actions were truly inappropriate!
After his self-righteous reflections, Wei Yuan hurried over. Without thinking much about it, he embraced her slender waist and said, "I'm sorry. Let's talk things over; there's no need to think about dying!"
When Han Ling felt him holding her like this, her body trembled slightly. She turned around and scolded him, "Are you out of your mind? Whether I live or die is none of your business!"
At that moment, Wei Yuan thought she was just venting her anger and replied accordingly, "It seems like it's not my business, but I just feel that you don't have the right to commit suicide!"
When did she ever think about committing suicide? Han Ling silently cursed his self-righteousness but couldn't help asking aloud, "Then what kind of person has the right to commit suicide?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan explained, "In this world, only three types of people have the right to commit suicide. The first type is those in the late stages of cancer—people who are suffering and have little hope of living well. The second type includes people like Hitler and Tojo Hideki, who even if they don't want to die, at least one nation is praying day and night for their demise. The third type is someone like Qu Yuan, whose death would allow us to take a three-day holiday during the Duanwu Festival, making your death very valuable!"
Listening to his explanation, a hint of a smile appeared on Han Ling's face. However, after a while, her expression darkened again as she scolded him, "Who told you to hold me? Get away from me!"
She pushed Wei Yuan hard. At that moment, Wei Yuan realized that this girl seemed surprisingly strong; besides being withdrawn, she also harbored deep resentment towards men—what is commonly referred to as fear of men!
He first encountered this term in a newspaper article. Being interested in new terms like these, Wei Yuan looked it up online and discovered that it was a new type of psychological disorder that emerged alongside modern societal progress. Of course, there was also fear of women!
From the literal meaning of the term, we can clearly see that the biggest issue with this disorder is the fear of the opposite sex; even normal interactions with members of the opposite sex pose obstacles and are considered a serious psychological illness!
"Do you seem to be sick?" Wei Yuan asked.
Unfortunately, Han Ling thought he was referring to the injury on her face and immediately wondered if this guy was an idiot. Didn't he know that it was a burn?
Han Ling, feeling embarrassed and angry, retorted, "You're the one who's sick; your whole family is sick!"
Wei Yuan explained, "What I mean is that you have psychological issues. Are you afraid of interacting with men? Is that why you don't want male tenants and even want to drive me away when you see me?"
Although Wei Yuan wasn't an expert in this area, he understood that mental issues needed to be addressed with understanding. She needed to recognize her own problems before she could confront them. As for the burn on her face, finding a top-notch plastic surgeon wouldn't be a problem; the main issue was that she didn't want to face it!
However, Wei Yuan's good intentions were met with coldness as Han Ling said, "Even though we live under the same roof, we have nothing to do with each other. Don't act like a good person; I've seen plenty of people like you!"
Leaving Wei Yuan standing there in confusion, Han Ling went into her room and he clearly heard her lock the door cautiously.
What is this? It's really hard to be a good person, Wei Yuan thought, filled with resentment.
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