I happened to come across a post: “Does he actually love me?”
The poster wrote:
“I’ve liked him for almost seven years, but he’s never been nice to me in public.
“At his cruelest, he even told me to ‘get lost’ in front of everyone.
“But nobody knows I’ve been in his bed for ages.
“He does have a girlfriend, a pampered heiress, the spoiled, willful type.
“Taking care of her must be exhausting. Whenever he wants me, he’s rough and merciless.
“The comments all agreed: ‘Why would he sleep with you if he didn’t love you? He’ll realize you’re the one he truly loves sooner or later.’
“‘A spoiled princess wouldn’t know how to please a man. Being good in bed is what really matters.’
“‘Am I the only one wondering how you two managed to keep in touch all these years without anyone finding out?’”
In a reply, she posted a coy emoji:
“‘He blocks me whenever he doesn’t want to sleep with me, then unblocks me when he does.’
“‘I’m always at his beck and call. He’s always telling me I’m good at it and such a sweet girl.’”
It felt a little off to me, but then I thought, what other people did with their lives was none of my business.
That night, Wen Yan proposed to me, setting off fireworks in the outskirts of the city all night long.
After we made love, I picked up his phone and accidentally tapped on the blocked list.
There, I found a familiar profile picture...
