I’d only exchanged a few extra words with a male customer. Gu Zefeng kept me up all night, right through to dawn. We tried every corner of the house. I thought he loved me too much and was simply too possessive. My voice hoarse, I promised him it would never happen again.
But on the eve of our wedding, I accidentally overheard him talking to his childhood sweetheart.
When I came out of the stockroom carrying a shoebox, the female customer who had just made things incredibly difficult for me, forcing me to kneel and try on twenty-three pairs of shoes for her, was now leaning against Gu Zefeng’s chest.
“Zefeng, when are you finally going to break up with that pauper?”
“You only made that bet with them for my sake, but what if Jiang Wanning finds out you’re the young heir of the capital’s most powerful family? She’ll cling to you like a dog.”
“And just thinking about her having had you makes me want to tear that pauper limb from limb.”
Faced with Yu Jiaoyue’s insults, Gu Zefeng merely smiled and bought her a pair of shoes for 98,000 yuan.
I looked down at my 39.9-yuan shoes from Pinduoduo and gave a bitter laugh.
So all those times I scrimped and saved to help him achieve his dream, I’d only been fooling myself.
So every night when he held me and said he loved me, he was lying.
In his and his childhood sweetheart’s eyes, I was nothing but a clown in their game.
