After my divorce, I started to have good luck

She couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "It seems you really haven't felt even a little bit attracted to me. Do I really make you hate me so much? Even with the tens of billions my dad plans to leave me in the future, you're not moved at all? The world is just so funny sometimes; the things you can't have are always the best. I like you even more now because you genuinely don't care about my family background, nor are you interested in our billions."

But with others, at least 99.5 out of a hundred are drawn to my family's money, impossible to have genuine feelings for me. That's why I've always resisted blind dates with people from average families, and I've been avoiding those men who actively try to curry favor with me. You're the kind of man I truly want."

Chen Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes and said seriously, "I know we're fairly familiar now, but shouldn't you be saying things so bluntly? I'm really not interested in your family's money, nor have I felt any attraction to you. But I have to admit, you are a beauty with your own unique charm. However, you know that we can't be together."

"What if I agree to your past conditions now? I can be with you first without claiming any status, but you must give me a deadline. Like, say, a year. After a year, we can get married. I would even allow you to continue your relationships with Sun Xiaorui and Liu Ying."

Chen Feng widened his eyes and stared at her, "Are you serious?"

Hong Xiaodan bit her teeth slightly and said, "Of course."

Chen Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Why put yourself through this? You really don't need to do this. Right now, I'm just a wild horse that can't be reined in, liking to dabble with women all around, so there's no way I can promise you anything. I don't even know when I'll settle down myself. Let's say if I actually did this, it truly wouldn't be fair to you."

Hong Xiaodan asked indignantly, "Then why did you say that before? Were you just messing with me?"

"No, I was just trying to make a joke with you before. Really, it's just a joke. Don't take it too seriously!"

"You... you damn jerk!"

Hong Xiaodan's face flushed red, looking both aggrieved and angry as she stood up, glaring fiercely at Chen Feng.

She repeatedly broke through her bottom line, humbling herself, just to ask for a chance to be close to him.

Yet even with such humility, Chen Feng still rejected her.

A huge feeling of humiliation surged up in her heart, her self-esteem shattered into pieces, making her feel like she wanted to grab a kitchen knife and chop him.

Chen Feng instantly felt the hostility emanating from her, immediately standing up in response, reaching out both hands to grab her arms, hastily explaining, "Little Dan, it's not that I'm rejecting you, but we are truly unsuitable for each other. You really don't need to debase yourself like this; it just makes me feel guiltier and more anxious. Because in the future, I might not be able to give you what you want. This is being responsible to you, and also responsible to myself."

Hong Xiaodan, in her anger, was not so easily persuaded, and continued to be angry, talking harshly, "You're really a coward. Even when I voluntarily offer myself, you lack the guts to accept it. You're not a man; you're just a shorty!"

The poison tongue was extreme! It went straight down the gutter.

It turns out the Hong Xiaodan he met during their blind date was the most genuine—as a smoking, swearing, very sassy and unique woman.

Lately, she's obviously been pretending in front of Chen Feng, but now when she's angry, she immediately reveals her true nature.

"That's enough!"

Even with guilt and self-restraint, Chen Feng couldn't endure her so blatant personal attacks any further, and he sharply interrupted her.

"Whether I'm a man or not doesn't need to be proven to you. Originally, we could still be friends, but now that things have escalated to this point, I think it's better to rip off the band-aid quickly, better short pain than long pain. Hong Xiaodan, I really don't like you; you're entirely not the type I fancy. I really dislike women who smoke, drink heavily, and curse, and you're guilty of all three."

"I don't drink heavily." Hong Xiaodan loudly rebutted.

"Who are you fooling? Several times, I could smell the scent of alcohol on you."

Hong Xiaodan continued to rebut loudly, "I only drink occasionally, and it's red wine, meant for beauty, but not drinking heavily."

"Alright. Let's say you don't drink heavily, but surely you smoke and curse, right? Anyway, I'm not into your type. Additionally, there's no chance I would ever let my son be written into another family's lineage. Just based on this point, we can't work. These are very realistic issues. We need to face reality, you especially must face reality, don't hang yourself on my old tree. Understand?"

"You... you really are... heartless!"

Hong Xiaodan shouted angrily, her tears uncontrollably falling. She immediately wiped them away, staring at Chen Feng, and said loudly, "The more you push me away, the more I like you. I'm just that shameless. Just wait, one day you will be mine."

After saying this full of determination, she forcefully flung away Chen Feng's hands and then turned to leave.

Chen Feng watched her, somewhat dumbfounded, as she walked all the way to the door, slipped on her shoes at the entrance, and then stormed off. Shortly afterward, he heard the loud bang of the iron gate.

Why does it have to be this way! Why does it have to be this way!

Chen Feng was left unsettled by Hong Xiaodan's actions; this woman really is something else. She embodies the audacity of being a thug so confidently, yet Chen Feng can't share this with anyone.

What kind of story is this!? He never dreamed he would one day be stalked closely by a wealthy beauty like Hong Xiaodan, akin to being coated with super glue that won't come off.

Despite being admired secretly by girls in his youth, he really hadn't met a girl who pursued him outright. In college, he dated several women, but most were not initiated by them.

So, his self-identification has always been clear—that he is charming and handsome, but not to the extent where women would willingly chase him.

Yet now, at the age of thirty, with some weight gain and a beer belly, a wealthy girl a few years younger is shamelessly pursuing him, and rejection seems useless.

He's now left wondering if Hong Xiaodan has lost her mind, or maybe the heavens bestowed him with overly abundant romance, which for him seems to be a cursed romance, incapable and unworthy of enjoying.

After standing for quite a while, Chen Feng sat back on the couch in complex emotions, unable to settle his mind.

Facing such a situation, he really didn't know how to handle it. Judging from Hong Xiaodan's posture, she truly seemed relentless until reaching her goal. Yet she is a wealthy beauty, and Chen Feng is somewhat worried she might do something extreme to him or those around him.