Duan Wenxuan and Bai Yunyu had been together for seven years. That was long enough to turn a thrilling medicinal brew into a bland, lukewarm cup of water. The two were discussing marriage, and Duan Wenxuan took him to meet his three closest friends.
The private room was packed with suffocating layers of flattery. But the moment Bai Yunyu left the table, that veneer of warmth was torn away completely.
Friend A spoke with disdain: "He's common and vulgar. You two aren't even from the same world."
Friend B looked disgusted: "He seems dull and controlling. If he really married into the Duan family, people would laugh their heads off."
Friend C added slowly, twisting the knife: "He's got no money to speak of. Who knows if he's after the Duan family's fortune?"
Their words were like poison-tipped needles, striking Duan Wenxuan's secret pride right on target. In less than half a month, seven years of affection came apart over those few casual remarks.
Duan Wenxuan dropped a curt "I'm tired" and walked away without a second thought.
But he forgot: when an old house catches fire, there's never any going back.
Just three days after the breakup, eyes red and looking lost, he went to knock on that old door, his mind full of ways to coax the lover who had been by his side for seven years back to him.
When the door opened, warm light spilled out, yet he felt cold all over:
The three old friends who should have stood by him were sitting at the familiar dining table in his home.
Friend A put down the ladle he'd been using to serve Bai Yunyu soup. "Now that you've broken up, you should act like it. Wenxuan, sitting here with a long face like you're at a funeral is downright inappropriate."
Friend B's gaze lingered on Bai Yunyu. "When has the Duan family ever stooped so low? Pestering him like this will only make people laugh at the Duan family's upbringing."
Friend C spoke with a sweetness as intimate as honey concealing poison:
"Wenxuan, what you don't know how to treasure will naturally be cherished by someone else. Everyone has to face the consequences of their choices."
All three looked at him, six eyes filled with a certainty that made his scalp crawl.
Duan Wenxuan stood frozen. He looked at Bai Yunyu's calm, expressionless profile, then at the three men acting as though they had every right to claim him. He forced the words through clenched teeth, his voice trembling with humiliation:
"Why are you with my husband?!"
[The blurb is from the scum gong's perspective, with a little angst. The shou is a beloved, pitiful heartthrob, and plenty of people want him...]
Screenshotted on June 12, 2026.
Theme: Treasure the person you have now.
