I supported my boyfriend by dancing at a pole-dancing club and quietly stayed by his side as he made his debut. I sent him red envelopes of 1,314 and 520 yuan. He accepted them instantly, but wouldn't spare a single extra minute to tell me how he was doing. Then rumors suddenly broke that he had an illegitimate child and had been divorced. I couldn't take it anymore, so I went to demand an explanation. Instead, I heard him say to his friend, "How could I possibly marry a woman who pole-dances? I'm going to be a movie star someday. What kind of woman couldn't I get?" His friend laughed at him. "If you don't like her, why take her money? Could it be you still can't forget your childhood sweetheart, the one who dumped you?" He suddenly turned serious. "How..."
