She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

Chapter 396

"Ah—" Fang Yingdi's head was touched by something, and she immediately screamed with all her might.

"Ah—" Jiang Wenhua shouted when he heard the sound.

After the two had been calling out for a while, Jiang Wenhua slowly approached and asked, "You... are you human?"

Fang Yingdi was freezing cold. She heard someone on the shore but couldn't make out who it was. She shouted in a trembling voice, "Pull me up quickly!"

Jiang Wenhua recognized the voice, but still couldn't believe it. However, since it was a person, there was nothing to be afraid of. He reached out and pulled her up, and Fang Yingdi used the leverage to climb up and sit on the ground to rest. She had almost died of exhaustion and cold, having not drowned.

A slight breeze blew on Fang Yingdi from the shore, soaking her clothes. She shivered violently and then thanked him tremblingly, saying, "Comrade, thank you. I might have died without you."

Jiang Wenhua could vaguely see her trembling, and when he heard her speak, he immediately recognized her. Wasn't this Comrade Xiao Fang, whom he had just helped during the day?

To avoid making a mistake, he squatted down, squinted to see more clearly, and asked hesitantly, "Is this Comrade Xiao Fang?"

Fang Yingdi's heart skipped a beat, and she recognized the kind person. "Comrade Jiang?"

Hearing that she was someone he knew, Jiang Wenhua relaxed a little. Seeing that she was shivering from the cold, he took off his coat and threw it to her, asking with a puzzled look, "Why are you in such high spirits in the middle of the night, swimming in the river? Did you get lost because it was too dark?"

Fang Yingdi pulled her clothes off her head; the coat still held some warmth. She draped it over herself, feeling a strange sensation, but dared not let Jiang Wenhua notice. However, upon hearing this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, but it was too dark for Jiang Wenhua to see.

Fang Yingdi thought Jiang Wenhua sometimes really had something wrong with his brain. Who would jump into the river to swim in the middle of the night wearing so many clothes? Isn't that just plain crazy?

In a hoarse voice, she said, "I originally wanted to die, but it was so painful after I jumped in that I regretted it and then spent some time learning to swim."

Jiang Wenhua was speechless for the first time. His usually eloquent mouth was at a loss for words, and he didn't know where to begin. After calming down, the first thing he asked was, "...Why do you want to die?"

Fang Yingdi turned her head, remained silent for a while, and then said, "I don't know either. Maybe I just feel that life is meaningless. Anyway, I wasn't the child they expected to be born. I don't have any special abilities. I just stumble and grow up alone, stumble and grow old, and then if I'm lucky, I die suddenly. If I'm unlucky, I die painfully and end my life. That's it. I don't know why I'm living."

Jiang Wenhua: "What's the point of living? Living means you can eat the soft buns made by the cafeteria chef, you can see the sunrise and sunset, you can see your friends caring about you and thinking about you, and you can slowly find the things you want to do. Isn't that good enough?"

Fang Yingdi: "What's so good about living? You get to see bad people running rampant, good people not getting rewarded, and people having nothing to do with each other except for self-interest. You feel the cold winter wind and the scorching summer heat. Your new shoes get soaked in the rain. You never get what you want. You don't know what you want to do. Friends leave, you can't find your lover, your parents want you to die, and your brothers scheme against you for money. What's so good about that?"

Jiang Wenhua looked up. There was really not much to say to someone caught in this vortex of negativity; just talking to her made her feel worse. Her newly calmed mood had been suddenly ruined, her alone time was destroyed, and Jiang Wenhua began to feel tired again.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly snatched his clothes back. "Then go get some fresh air. If you think life is meaningless, then jump into the river and become a fish. Anyway, you can swim. If you want to die, then die. If you don't want to die, then go back to your dorm. Talking to you is so annoying."

He wasn't some life coach, so why should he listen to her complaints? It wasn't his problem, and he wasn't even Fang Yingdi's good friend. Jiang Wenhua thought Fang Yingdi was just a clueless idiot, and it was understandable for an idiot to suffer a little; it had nothing to do with him, and he wasn't going to bother with her.

Fang Yingdi's clothes were taken away, and her body and mind, which had just begun to warm up, were chilled again by the wind; her heart was even colder than her body. She felt that a man, at this moment, should not say such cold words to a woman who had lost her life.

She had never imagined that Jiang Wenhua would be the kind of person who would stand by and watch someone die. Her sadness suddenly turned into anger. She felt that if even an acquaintance was unwilling to communicate with her, she must be a very repulsive, uncomfortable, and unapproachable person.

Fang Yingdi was very frustrated.

When some people feel frustrated, they want to hide away quietly until they calm themselves down and then live a good life. Others might just give up, either to die or to accept that this is who they are. But Fang Yingdi is different. She almost died, but after she regretted it, her thoughts changed. She thought that she had to drag her parents down with her before she died.

Therefore, faced with Jiang Wenhua's heartless attitude, Fang Yingdi's sadness, grief, and depression turned into anger and resentment. She was determined to make Jiang Wenhua lend her his clothes.

"If you leave today, I won't give you any money. I'm very cold now, so please continue to lend me your clothes."

Jiang Wenhua's eyes widened. This was the first time he had encountered someone even more shameless than himself. That was his hard-earned money, his lifeline. How dare this damned woman threaten him like this? Was she even human?

"Why shouldn't you give it to me? If you don't give it to me, and your parents come looking for you again, I will absolutely not help you anymore. You should think carefully." Jiang Wenhua immediately retorted. He didn't care what Fang Yingdi's mood was now. She could threaten him, so it seemed that she wasn't going to die again.

Fang Yingdi: "Come find me. If I can't go on living, I'll take them all with me. Even if I die, you still won't get the money. My two months' salary is a lot. You really don't want it?"

Jiang Wenhua grinned, furious, but helpless against her. After spinning around twice, he threw his wet coat at her head, yelling, "Wear it, wear it, wear it until you die! You even want to wear men's clothes, you...you shameless thing!"

Fang Yingdi retorted, "A perfectly innocent man just casually throws his clothes at a woman like me. Who's shameless here?"

Jiang Wenhua was bewildered. He had never seen a woman turn the tables on him like this. He had only meant well, he had only meant well.

Indeed, some stories are true, such as the farmer and the snake. In Jiang Wenhua's eyes, Fang Yingdi is now that big bad snake.

"If you're so tough, then don't wear it! You'll freeze to death!" He stormed off home, vowing never to come to the river again, never again!