After two years of dating in college, I thought I had met the right person.
No messages returned, no calls answered.
Until I saw on his mobile phone, he sent a message to his school girl: "The stars are so beautiful today, I want to watch them with you."
And the last message to me was: "Sleep, good night."
I didn't make any fuss and broke up immediately. He was relieved, but he was still coy, but he turned around and announced on his WeChat Moments: "Finally, I've found the right person."
My roommate complained for me, so I said forget it. He thought I was the poor guy he dumped.
On the day of the graduation ceremony, he took the stage to speak as the outstanding graduate representative. Sitting under the stage were corporate bosses.
When it was my turn to take the stage, as the largest donor, I donated 100 million to my alma mater.
He stood at the side of the stage, his face as white as paper. At the end of the ceremony, he chased me out and stopped me, his eyes red: "I was wrong, she and I broke up long ago! Can we start over?"
I laughed. "One year of cold violence and half a year of cheating. Do you call this love?" He knelt down and said, "Please forgive me once!"
I looked down at him. "Get up, graduate, don't embarrass your alma mater."
Later he found out that the company he desperately wanted to join belonged to my family. He held the school girl in his hand, and I casually scratched her resume.
The day he knelt down and begged to get back together, the real hero was standing next to me and handed me a bottle of water: "Is this kind of garbage worth looking down at?"
I smiled and took his hand. Yeah, it's just garbage.
A slap in the face will not last overnight, and a scumbag will not be merciless
