[The making of a master dog trainer]
Si Le went to the break room with her coworkers to make coffee. As she reached the door, she heard men and women chatting inside.
"Did you see how Si Le got chewed out in the meeting today? Her face went white. Old Wang's tongue is way too sharp."
"Si Le really can put up with anything. If it were me, I'd have quit ages ago."
"What choice does she have? I heard her dad borrowed a ton of money from relatives for medical bills before he died. She's the one who has to pay it all back."
"That's pretty pitiful, but honestly, I wouldn't dare be friends with someone like that. If she's so miserable and still puts up with it, who knows how twisted she is inside?"
Her coworkers gave her sympathetic, awkward looks. Si Le managed a faint smile, turned around, and went back to her desk.
They were wrong. Si Le wasn't twisted inside.
She was a psycho.
The women around her usually vented by eating a big meal or going shopping, but Si Le had found a way to relieve stress that didn't cost a cent and was especially effective.
She harassed those high-and-mighty elites, acting like their lovesick puppy while making a nuisance of herself.
If you fawn over one person, you're a lovesick puppy. What do you call it when you fawn over a whole pack?
Si Le figured they should call her a sea lion.
The aloof, proud, icy campus heartthrob in high school, who always looked down on everyone; the hypocritical upperclassman in college, who wore a kind smile as a mask; the playboy rich kid at the company downstairs, who was pursuing Si Le's beautiful coworker...
The messages were all mass-sent. The homemade cookies were leftovers from her weekend stall. The cold medicine had simply expired by accident...
Si Le went from being so nervous her adrenaline spiked to gradually handling it with ease, never expecting to crash and burn with Lin Siheng, the head of the team next door.
Deigning to offer her a chance, Lin Siheng said that, in light of her sincere feelings, he was willing to try dating her.
Si Le looked utterly apprehensive, wondering whether Lin Siheng might make trouble for her across departments if she turned him down.
She frantically tried to think of a suitable way to reject him.
Lin Siheng said, "I heard about your family situation. I'll help you pay off the debt. Don't feel burdened. It's not much money to me."
"If anyone gives you a hard time from now on, tell me."
"You live too far from work. I have an empty apartment nearby. Don't get the wrong idea. I don't mean anything by it. You can live there on your own."
With tears in her eyes, Si Le decided to turn over a new leaf and never again do anything so despicable to get back at society.
Si Le sent heartfelt goodbye messages to all the elites she'd fawned over, then promptly changed her WeChat ID and phone number.
Three days later, Si Le was happily leaving work when she saw five men waiting outside her company. They were all dressed like peacocks showing off their plumage, with arms full of flowers and gifts.
Behind them, Lin Siheng sat in a black Maybach. He looked past the men, spotted Si Le, and gave a light honk.
Lin Siheng had never been interested in dating. He thought he'd spend his whole life single.
But one day, strange messages started arriving on his phone.
Sometimes they were cheerful, sometimes humble, sometimes provocative.
Lin Siheng was thoroughly bothered and decided to talk to the woman from the team next door.
At the cafe, Lin Siheng had barely begun speaking when Si Le looked at him pitifully. Tears streamed down her face as she choked out, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just like you so much."
Lin Siheng froze. Before he could say anything, Si Le covered her mouth with one hand and ran out of the cafe in a panic.
Looking at her frail, helpless-looking figure, Lin Siheng remembered what he'd heard about her and couldn't help feeling a little sympathy and guilt.
That's right, what had Si Le done wrong? She just liked him too much...
On the day he confessed, Si Le, who loved him so much she couldn't help herself, was indeed so surprised she couldn't speak. She even cried with joy.
Lin Siheng often felt guilty, thinking he didn't love Si Le as much as she loved him, so he tried to make it up to her in other ways.
Until one day, Lin Siheng unexpectedly logged into an alternate account on Si Le's old phone.
The chat list was lined up in neat rows, numbered from one to more than ten.
His own profile picture was among them, labeled "No. 12, dangerous. Don't let him catch on."
Lin Siheng frowned at the rows of red notification dots and opened "No. 8, dumb and loaded."
White chat bubbles filled the entire screen.
"Si Le, I was wrong. Please, don't ignore me."
"I ate the cookies you made for me last month. They were delicious."
"Si Le, I want to see you."
"Don't worry, I won't let your boyfriend find out."
Lin Siheng's hand trembled for ages, and he still couldn't hold on to the phone. It hit the floor with a smack.
December 9, 2024. Screenshot saved.
Theme: Cherish the person in front of you.
