In my fifth year with Fang Qingnian, I spent a long time planning to propose to her.
But she turned around and mocked me with another man, calling me a loyal lapdog.
My heart finally went cold. I threw away the ring.
I tossed the ring aside and boarded a plane in the middle of the night, bound for another city.
Her girlfriends all started betting on when I, the lapdog, would come crawling back.
Fang Qingnian wrapped her arms around the man’s neck and smiled seductively.
“Three days. If it takes any longer, he won’t be able to survive...”
A month later, I put my arm around the girl beside me during a live TV broadcast.
“This is my girlfriend. I love her very much.”
