The day Lin Ruoxi's "white moonlight" returned to China, she pointed to the divorce papers on the table, her tone icy: "Zihan's back. He doesn't want to see any stain on my life. Take the child and leave." I squatted down to braid Xiaobao's hair, my hands didn't even tremble, and I signed the papers swiftly. "Fine, I'm already tired of this gigolo. It's too hard, too painful." I picked up my suitcase and moved with Xiaobao to a rented apartment across from her company. I even thoughtfully posted a status update on my WeChat Moments: [Ex-wife officially announces, waiting online for the "white moonlight" to crash and burn, snacks ready.] Lin Ruoxi was furious.
