Was it rare for the person in that car to be a girl? Would she be alright? If I went out right now, what might happen?

So, I immediately rushed downstairs and hurried to the BMW.

As soon as the few thugs saw me, they grinned and said, “Kid, what do you want?”

A wave of disgust rose in my heart. I pushed through the crowd, reached out, and pulled the car door. With a “click,” it actually unlocked!

A strong smell of alcohol instantly wafted out, and besides the alcohol, there was also a faint fragrance of a young girl!

I looked down and was instantly stunned. There, in the driver’s seat, sat a beautiful young woman. She was lying back on the seat, her snow-white face breathtakingly beautiful, her slender neck so lovely it made it hard to breathe!

The girl looked to be about twenty years old, holding a bottle of expensive liquor in one hand—the kind I’d seen countless times in the supermarket but never splurged on. In her right hand, she clutched a handbag, which seemed to contain something round and plump.

At the same time, the thugs also saw the stunningly beautiful girl inside the car and gasped. One of them immediately said, “Kid, what are you doing? We saw her first!”

I turned around and said coldly, “Step aside. She’s my girlfriend!”

The thug immediately shouted, “Bullshit! If you had a girlfriend who drives a BMW, would you still be living in a place like this? Let her go, or we’ll call the police!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Call the police? Sure, go ahead! If you don’t, I will!”

With that, I grabbed a pink phone from beside the driver’s seat—probably the girl’s.

The thugs started to get nervous. One of them said, “Fine! If you say she’s your girlfriend, let’s see you take her upstairs!”

I was a bit stunned: Damn, now I’m stuck riding a tiger…

Seeing that the thugs wouldn’t give up, I gritted my teeth, reached out to wrap my arm around the girl’s waist, and with a bit of effort, lifted her out of the car. She’d had quite a bit to drink and just let out a soft, cute hum, slumping onto my shoulder.

“Pa~!”

I pulled out the car key, closed the door, and used the remote to lock the car. Then, supporting the girl, I headed upstairs. Behind me, the thugs stared in shock, muttering, “Could this beauty really be that kid’s girlfriend?”

Stumbling upstairs, I opened my apartment door and placed the girl on the bed.

And just like that, there was now a gorgeous little beauty on my bed.

Volume 1: The Comeback

Chapter 2: The Whole Story

Today, aside from picking up a stunning beauty, I’ve just been having terrible luck.

This morning, I got a call about being fired from my company. Then, in my agitation, I dropped my phone into the river—poor thing, that 300-yuan knockoff Motorola. Next, I went to withdraw money for rent, but a thief snatched my cash, and the ATM swallowed my card. Oh, mighty bank, the 500 yuan in that card was my lifeline for rent! Then, the bicycle that had been my companion for over three years was taken away because it was too old and made the city look bad—the city management officers confiscated it on the spot.

With not even dinner to look forward to, I wandered back to my apartment complex in a daze.

And then, I saw a BMW parked downstairs!

Looking through the car window, I vaguely saw that the driver was a girl, slumped over the steering wheel, her shoulders trembling. I had no idea what was going on.

I didn’t meddle. Walking through the complex, I glanced around—heaven always leaves a way out!

I don’t know which family planted some baby bok choy in the flowerbed, but it was a sign of hard work and prosperity. So, I reached out and plucked a little white one, shook off the fresh spring dirt, and thought, making a veggie porridge wouldn’t be bad. Besides, the bok choy was definitely fresh.

My room was on the fifth floor, a three-bedroom apartment. I rented the middle room for 500 yuan a month. The reason it was so cheap was that no one else wanted to rent it. I originally thought it was haunted, but actually, it was just that the neighbors were a bit unusual.

On the left lived a few young women who often brought middle-aged men home. Then, from their room came “mmm, ahh” sounds. Of course, as an upright, unemployed young man, I had no idea what they were up to. As for the room on the right, it was occupied by some college students who played music. They had a whole set of instruments and banged away every day.

So, I was often startled awake in the middle of the night, my room echoing with two sounds—

“Mmm, ahh!”

“Love even in death…”

“Mmm, ahh!”

“Love even in death…”

So, on every lonely, sleepless night, I slept in a state between life and death!

……

I shook my rice bag and found there were less than a hundred grains left! I counted carefully—exactly fifty-six. Well! Fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-six flowers, fifty-six ethnic groups are one family!

I was excited. Yes, I was excited, because at least I wouldn’t starve to death tonight!