After my best friend was set up by her scumbag ex-husband and forced to leave with nothing,
I brought her home to live with me.
My boyfriend, Fu Hanzhi, frowned at me again and again over it.
"She needs a car to pick her up and drop her off every time she goes out. She never wears the same outfit twice. She won't eat seafood unless someone else shells it for her. She only eats the flesh of a watermelon and the tips of strawberries. Shen Mingtang, are you her dog? Were you born to wait on her?"
"She's so demanding and self-indulgent. No wonder she got dumped."
I rarely lost my temper, but this time I spoke firmly.
"She's my best friend. I wouldn't be where I am today without her."
Later, I went to Britain on a business trip. Three months later, I returned home with my suitcase and saw my best friend lying on the sofa.
Fu Hanzhi deftly cracked open snow crab legs and placed the picked meat in her bowl.
His eyes held a tenderness and adoration I had never seen before.
