Chapter 13 I Have a Wife, He Doesn’t

“Captain, sorry—it’s not that we slacked off, the gap in strength is just too big.”
“Yeah, especially Shen Junxi—he’s terrifying!”
“I heard he’s won several youth soccer championships and represented the capital multiple times, never losing. No shame in losing to him.”
“True, it’s just a friendly match—no need to take it so seriously. Besides, soccer’s a rich man’s game. A capital circle prince like him had the privilege and leisure to play soccer since childhood. Us ordinary folks can’t catch up in eight lifetimes…”
Several players came over to comfort him.
But the boy’s gaze remained fixed on the center of the crowd, his face dark.
Cheng Hao knew they’d missed the point—what he cared about wasn’t the match loss, but Su Niansheng.
This friend of his was so stubborn—clearly caring deeply but saying nothing.
“You…”
Su Niansheng was surprised, about to move, when Shen Junxi hugged her tighter.
“Don’t move.”
“You won the championship, I congratulated you. Now I’ve won—won’t you hug me?”
“Okay~” Su Niansheng laughed, unable to resist his coquetry. She hugged him back. “Congratulations, Shen the Great Soccer King!”
“7:0——”
Feeling the girl’s soft arms around his waist, Shen Junxi’s lips curled in pride, almost tauntingly looking at the gloomy boy in the distance.
“I have 7, he has nothing.”
Su Niansheng missed the subtext, thinking he was showing off his record. She nodded. “Yes, yes, you’re the best—pride of the capital, even!”
“Does that make it yours too?”
Shen Junxi looked away, lowering his head to bury in her neck, greedily inhaling her sweet scent. At her answer, he felt like he could float.
“Of course it’s mine too.”
From afar, Shiyu Bai saw Su Niansheng hug him back. A sharp pain pierced his heart, his eyes reddening slightly.
Cheng Hao saw through his thoughts, slinging an arm around his shoulder.
“Shiyu Bai, something feels off. Su Niansheng and Shen Junxi never interacted before—how’d they get so close all of a sudden? Could it be…a new trick to chase you, deliberately finding someone to stimulate you?”
“Playing hard to get—you’re smart, you must know that.”
“But you also shut people out. Over time, even the most passionate girl will lose heart. At least give her some hope, right?”
After he spoke, the boy’s face softened a bit, brows furrowing thoughtfully.
“Oh my god, check the campus forum! Shen Junxi and Su Niansheng hugged on the soccer field—they look so compatible and sweet!”
“Are they together?”
“How could that be? Isn’t Su Niansheng always chasing Shiyu Bai? She was so intense—she won’t give up easily, right?”
“Then what’s their relationship? Friends?”
“Possible. Don’t forget Su Niansheng donated a million to Shiyu Bai last time—she’s loaded. And she’s so elegant and talented, like a rich heiress.”
“Right, remember the singing competition finals? Her dress—I saw it in a fashion magazine, next year’s haute couture, by a famous foreign designer. Ordinary rich people can’t buy it. Maybe her family’s in the capital circle too—so knowing Shen Shao is normal.”
A few girls gossiped by the sink when a mocking voice cut in.
Lin Yixuan came out of the bathroom, scornful. “Nonsense, Su Niansheng isn’t a rich heiress at all—her family collects scrap!”
“Huh? Scrap?”
“Really? How do you know?”
The girls looked at her confused.
Lin Yixuan: “She told me herself.”
“She told you personally? What are you to her…”
“Wait!”
One girl found her familiar, recalling suddenly.
“Aren’t you Su Niansheng’s teammate from the singing competition? The one suspected of lip-syncing at first!”
“Yes, yes, I often see you with Shiyu Bai—you two seem close.”
“Then what you say is credible.”
“But if Su Niansheng’s family collects scrap, how is she so rich?”
“Right! Is scrap that profitable now? And she knows Shen Shao—he’s surrounded by tycoons like Duan Chengyu and Zhong Zhe. Ordinary people can’t access capital circle connections.”
“Capital circle?”
Lin Yixuan sneered. “Does she deserve it?”
“Not all capital circle people are rich heiresses—could be escorts. That industry makes good money now.”
After speaking, she washed her hands and left, leaving the girls shocked, exchanging wide-eyed looks.
Her meaning was…
In the bathroom, Su Niansheng heard every word clearly.
She walked out slowly, startling the girls. They hurriedly waved. “She said that, not us!”
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
Su Niansheng watched Lin Yixuan’s back, a faint snort escaping.
Escorts.
Good money.
She’s quite knowledgeable about that “industry”?
At school, she’d hidden her identity—once overheard Lin Yixuan say Shiyu Bai hated wealthy, pampered girls (his family was hurt by rich people). So when asked about her family, she casually said they did “recycling.”
Turns out, “recycling gold” became “scrap” in Lin Yixuan’s mouth.
Now she didn’t chase Shiyu Bai anymore—no need to hide. She planned to move out of the dorm, commute instead, to avoid Lin Yixuan’s annoying face.
But…
Over the years, her absurd deeds and nonsense had infuriated her family to the point of cutting ties. How to reconcile?
Grandparents, dad, brother—they weren’t as easy to coax as Shen Junxi. Just thinking about it gave her a headache.
Chewing ice cream, she pushed open the dorm door, head aching. Zhao Menghan and Xu Yue rushed over with beaming, ingratiating smiles.
“?”
“Want some ice cream?”
She took out imported premium ice cream from her bag—priced at 89 each, more than their daily living expenses. Zhao Menghan and Xu Yue gasped.
“Thanks.”
“Thank you, Niansheng!”
As they unwrapped it, guilt grew.
Xu Yue: “Sorry, Niansheng. After last week’s finals, we didn’t stand you up on purpose—Yixuan was crying so hard, she insisted we stay with her, so…”
“Mm!”
Zhao Menghan nodded too.
She’d always been closer to Lin Yixuan—no need to explain. But recently, she realized Niansheng was loaded.
After graduation, they’d enter a crueler society—more friends meant more opportunities. Even if Niansheng’s family was “new money scrap collectors,” they were still more useful than ordinary people.