Han Dong turned the steering wheel with one hand and lit a cigarette with the other, his expression calm, but his heart suddenly felt ablaze. Can't forget, can't forget!
Damn headache, even though I know it's impossible, I still can't forget.
"Really damn cheap! Why do you keep clinging to someone else's woman?" He cursed himself with a bunch of profanity, stomped the gas pedal hard, and the car suddenly accelerated down the road.
After speeding for a while, his mood calmed down, and he continued busy with his business affairs. In the afternoon, another young girl came looking for him.
It was during a business trip that he met her, a local college student, quite attractive and enticing. Just Han Dong's type, he preferred those who didn't demand emotional attachments, just money.
"Darling! Didn't you say you'd treat me to a Russian dinner? Did you forget?"
Han Dong wrapped his arm around her slim waist: "Haven't forgotten, let's go, sweetheart, let's eat and then hit the mall."
