Jie Jingchen looked at the flashy Qin Xiang and kicked at him. "She used you as a front to take advantage of me."
Qin Xiang dodged it handsomely. Jie Jingchen missed his leg but kicked his pant leg. Qin Xiang flicked the dust off his pants, not forgetting to ask, "Take advantage of you for what?"
"The house," Jie Jingchen said bluntly.
Qin Xiang's mouth twitched. He felt crushed. His prized looks and charm had been challenged—by a house, no less—and he had been utterly defeated.
"Can a house put food on the table?" Qin Xiang couldn't understand. For someone with his and Jie Jingchen's backgrounds, it was hard to comprehend the hardship of not having a place to live.
Jie Jingchen was practically born with a silver spoon in his mouth. While Qin Xiang wasn't quite as fortunate, the Qin family was still well-off. In this era of scarcity, not having to worry about housing, food, or clothing, on top of having a good revolutionary pedigree, was a rare thing.
