Deliveryman of the Heaven

"My father passed away early, and my mother remarried to the United States. At home, my sister is my only family. If she was just in love with that Michael, I wouldn't object. Even if they were willing to stay at home, I wouldn't object to their marriage. But my sister is stupid, and told me that love has no boundaries, and that she wants to go back to Africa with Michael! "    

    

"Because of this, we sisters had a fight!"    

    

Weiqing asked, "And then?"    

    

Saying that, Sister Sarah revealed a painful expression, she used the paper on the table to wipe her nose and said: "We sisters have always had arguments before. She said that she wanted to apply for a teacher's degree, and I wanted her to study economic management so that I could arrange a job for her. She said that if there was anything wrong with being a teacher, we would have quarreled, and in the end I had to comply with her, as long as she liked it. But this time she didn't call me for a month, and I thought she was upset, so I called and she didn't answer. I had to go to Beijing on leave, but...    

    

Sister Sarah cried out loud, so fast that Weiqing was caught unprepared.    

    

In Weiqing's impression, Sister Sarah was one of those hot-headed women. Her work was clean and fast, paid attention to efficiency. But after hearing all these, Weiqing finally understood that behind such a strong woman, she was clearly a big sister, yet she was doing what a mother should do.    

    

Weiqing did not try to pacify Sister Sarah. Instead, Yi Chunxiao foolishly picked up a piece of paper from the table and stuffed it into Sister Sarah's face, shouting dumbly, "Big sister, don't cry, don't cry. Spring and Dawn will listen to you in the future, they will listen to you …" Her tone and manner of speaking didn't even have the elegance of a top student in a university.    

    

What happened to this former bookworm?    

    

"Chunxiao, it's alright. Big Sister only had sand in her eyes." The Sister Sarah quickly stopped and apologised apologetically to Weiqing as she took out her makeup case to wipe her face. This strong woman, even when she was at her weakest, did not forget to show her strength and confidence in front of others!    

    

Sister Sarah took a sip of water and then said slowly, "I went to school. I didn't manage to find my sister, but I found out that she has been remembered by the school. She hasn't attended class in a month. Then I called the police, and with the help of the police, I saw my sister in a bar. She was like a maid, held in the arms of two chubby men, and I saw some K powder on the table.    

    

K powder was a drug. It was also a drug.    

    

Sister Sarah's emotions were in disarray as she spoke in an intermittent manner to finish what she was about to say.    

    

It was easy to tell from her near collapse that her younger sister's fate was no less than a bolt out of the blue for her.    

    

Yi Chunxiao did indeed have an African boyfriend, but this boyfriend was no proper person. Even the Sister Sarah did not know how this African called Mai Gao managed to get her hands on Yi Chunxiao. However, she could tell from Sister Sarah's words that Li Gao had lied to Yi Chunxiao. Not only did she say that she was a senior lecturer in training, she also said that she was from the same home in Africa.    

    

Maybe it was because he was young and ignorant, or maybe it was because of love, Yi Chunxiao had completely fallen for Mai Gao. Not only did she give Mai Gao money, she also spent it all on him, and Mai Gao had even dated many girls at the same time.    

    

But in reality, this Mecca was a scum who could not even survive in his own country in Africa.    

    

What was even more inconceivable to Weiqing was that although the Sister Sarah said that Mai Gao was a violent person, he still acted like this, and Yi Chunxiao did not abandon him.    

    

Listening up to here, Weiqing's chest felt really tight, and the gaze that he looked at Yi Chunxiao with was no longer pity, but hatred!    

    

Poor people must have something to hate!    

    

It was impossible for Yi Chunxiao to be an idiot. After all, she was a bookworm in a university who received scholarships every year. The IQ of this kind of girl must be frighteningly high. Even if her EQ isn't as high as her IQ, she should at least be at a normal level, right?    

    

However, what was the reason behind this? A good girl who obviously had a lot of money was reluctant to part with an African man.    

    

Is it really love?    

    

Definitely not!    

    

At the very least, when Yi Chunxiao saw through Mai Gao's flowery heart and his violent tendencies, she should have known that it was time for her to leave this man. This was a decision that even a normal person would have, let alone a smart girl like Yi Chunxiao! But why did Yi Chunxiao not leave, and indulge herself together with Mai Gao, and endure this scumbag's flesh? Where was the humiliation …    

    

Could it be that Yi Chunxiao was inclined to be abused?    

    

Weiqing still shook his head. Although Yi Chunxiao's family was not sane, she had a sister who doted on her and cared about her, and Sister Sarah's conditions were also not bad. At least, in terms of financial conditions, Yi Chunxiao didn't have any worries. If Yi Chunxiao had some mental problems, then she would not have such achievements in her studies, right?    

    

Look, there were a few pictures of the two sisters on the wall of the living room. Yi Chunxiao's face was filled with youth and radiance.    

    

If it was not because of love, nor was it a matter of personal psychology, then what was the reason behind Yi Chunxiao's suicide?    

    

Finally, Weiqing thought of a possibility.    

    

Everyone has vanity. It wasn't hard to have vanity, and no one wanted to live a better life. Vanity could be said to be motivation. Only with this motivation could one have a goal to strive for. However, if one's vanity was too great, that would be a disease that could not be cured!    

    

There were too many girls in the country now, and they were almost blind and almost perverted girls!    

    

Many girls, especially the girls, talked about how the domestic men were not good, how they failed, how they were not as rich and elegant as the people in Western Europe or North America, and even thought that they were born in the wrong country, and all of them wanted to find a foreign boyfriend or husband to live a free and romantic life, to be able to make others admire them, feel proud, feel that they were superior, and had the ability to show off in their circle of friends!    

    

Everyone had the right to pursue a better life. However, if one was willing to go from abroad to seek for the sake of so-called face and vanity, it was not capital, but rather an illness! What's worse is that if this kind of admiration is directed only at areas that are more developed than our country, some people, even if they were to look for a boyfriend from Southeast Asia or Africa, would feel that they have the capital to brag and think that they are superior!    

    

Was this the sorrow of a domestic man, or was it the misfortune of a domestic woman?    

    

Weiqing believed more in the latter!    

    

Forgive him for not getting angry, but anger for not fighting!    

    

This was like a rich man coming to your house. In order to curry favor with him, you took out the best thing in your house to express your enthusiasm.    

    

But now, a person who is clearly inferior to you, or even a beggar, has come to your house. However, if you kneeled before him while he was still alive to wash his feet and serve him, that would not be a matter of cultivation, but a matter of slavery! How can this be a form of flaunting capital?