Duan Wenxuan and Bai Yunyu had been together for seven years, which was enough time to boil the thrilling decoction into a cup of tasteless lukewarm water. When the two reached the stage of discussing marriage, Duan Wenxuan took him to meet his three close friends.
There was an airtight stack of compliments in the box, but as soon as Bai Yunyu left the table, the warm skin was completely torn away.
Friend A said in a disdainful tone: "I am a vulgar fan, and I am not from the same world as you at all."
Friend B's face was full of disgust: "She looks dull and cares about everything. If she really enters the Duan family, I'm afraid she will be laughed at."
Friend C slowly added: "My family's assets are as thin as a piece of paper. Who knows if it's for the Duan family's money?"
These words were like a poisoned needle, accurately piercing Duan Wenxuan's secret arrogance. In just half a month, seven years of love broke out in these few idle words.
Duan Wenxuan said "I'm tired" and walked away neatly.
But he forgot that if the old house is on fire, there is never a way back.
It had only been three days since they broke up, and he knocked on the old door with red eyes and a dejected look. His mind was full of how to coax back the lover who had been with him for seven years.
As soon as the door opened, warm light came out, but it made his whole body feel cold:
The three old friends who were supposed to share the same hatred with him were actually sitting at his familiar dining table.
Friend A put down the spoon that was serving soup for Bai Yunyu: "Since it is broken, it should look like it is broken. It is really outrageous that Wenxuan is crying here."
Friend B's eyes were glued to Bai Yunyu: "When has the Duan family ever done such a thing to lower one's self-esteem? Stalking him so much that he is not afraid of making people laugh at the Duan family's tutor if word spreads about it?"
Friend C's tone was as intimate as honey quenched with poison:
"Wenxuan, what you don't know how to cherish will naturally be held in the palm of someone's hand, and everyone must bear the consequences of their own choices."
The three people and six eyes all looked at him with a kind of nerve-wracking determination.
Duan Wenxuan froze on the spot. He looked at Bai Yunyu's calm profile and looked at the three people's natural encroachment. He squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth with an embarrassed vibrato:
"Why are you with my wife?!"
[The perspective of a scumbag copywriter is a bit sour, but the beloved heartthrob is pitiful~many people covet him~]
Screenshot taken on June 12, 2026
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you
