Wake up Silently

Thirty-five years old, delivery director, annual salary of 500,000. Chen Mo's life collapsed twice in the same week. The first failure: He came home early and saw another man's WeChat pinned to the top of his wife's phone. The chat history goes back three months, and the last entry reads: Send me the room number. The second collapse: HR interview, conference room on the 19th floor, legal consultant sitting opposite. The contract expires and will not be renewed in principle. The reason is decent: people optimization. He is neither noisy nor fussy, and has been delivering for more than ten years. He knows better than anyone else that when the system collapses, it is useless to lift the table. Take screenshots, save them, organize the chain of evidence, then sign the agreement with dignity, walk out of the building with dignity, and return to the home that no longer belongs to him with dignity. He didn't tell her he knew. She didn't ask him why he started sleeping in the guest bedroom. Until the canvas bag fell from the upper level of the cloakroom. Two boxes of condoms, 20 condoms, one left. The production date is this month. When it was seven years old, he still wanted to fix it. When it was seventeen years old, he could still convince himself that he owed her. When it was eighteen years old, he could still pretend not to know. Nineteen sticks later, I ran out of excuses. He thought that life was over. Until she met Liang Ruolin - the woman who kept distance with "um" and "oh", the rich girl who picked him up from squatting on the roadside at three o'clock in the morning. She handed him a glass of water and asked something that no one had asked for a long time: "How long has it been since you last talked to yourself?" Chen Mo didn't answer. But that night, for the first time, he didn't lose sleep. After waking up, he decided not to be silent anymore.