In the fourth year of selling drinks at a nightclub to support my boyfriend, his business failed and he ended up buried under a mountain of loan-shark debt.
He even said that if he couldn't pay it back, the debt collectors would cut off his fingers one by one.
To pay his debt, I handed over all my savings.
I even gave him the jade bracelet my mother had left me before she died.
But that very night, while I was working at the nightclub, I accidentally overheard a conversation in a private room.
"Young Master He, if Mu Yao hadn't come up with the idea for us to pretend to be debt collectors and play along, your little girlfriend would never have handed over the bracelet she'd been saving for years to cover your debt."
He Qili laughed smugly and drained his glass.
"It's just a worthless bracelet. Mu Yao liked it, so I gave it to her."
"You guys should help me think of another way to test Wen Ru."
So all the love I'd poured into him over four years had just been a test.
And the so-called loan-shark debt was nothing but a scam he'd staged himself.
I turned and walked out of the nightclub, then called the person I'd been avoiding out of spite
