Yan Xixi had been up all night, only falling into a hazy sleep around dawn. When she woke again, it was already afternoon. She was extrely hungry, but then she rembered she hadn’t visited the supermarket once due to her hectic schedule this week, so the refrigerator was completely empty. There was nothing she could whip up.
The life of a single woman wasn’t as carefree as people imagined; a day without work was a day without food.
She just lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, not moving a muscle.
When Xu Xiaoya called, she barely registered how she responded. She was utterly listless and devoid of energy.
One thought consud her: Should I resign or not? And if I stay, how will I ever get along with Huang Xiaojue?
Just then, her phone rang. She glanced at the number and didn’t dare to answer, but the phone kept ringing relentlessly. Only after what felt like an eternity did she finally pick up.
"Xixi..."
She remained silent.
"Xixi, it’s very cold today, and it’s been snowing all day. You don’t have to go out; I had so things delivered to your doorstep. Just open the door and get them."
She opened the door and, sure enough, a large pile of items sat by her doorstep: fruit, vegetables, yogurt, and even steaming hot food packed in a new insulated container.
This ti, it wasn’t just so "good friend" sending sothing over for her to "take a look at." The delivery person had already left, and a note lay on top: "Xixi, don’t forget to eat on ti."
A bitter smile touched her lips. This is so typical of Huang Xiaojue. The mysterious prankster definitely isn’t him. So then, who is that tireso fellow?
Too hungry to dwell on it, she eagerly opened the insulated container and ate heartily. Once she had consud enough calories, her body ward up. She didn’t bother cleaning up and collapsed onto the couch. Full and drowsy, she started to doze off again.
The chi of a text ssage startled her awake.
It was from that familiar, yet unknown, number again. She opened the ssage:
"n who win argunts against their wives end up divorced. n who are cold to their wives end up single. n who don’t give their wives money end up destitute. n who don’t satisfy their wives end up dead! But n who yield to their wives find love; n who are passionate with their wives reap sweetness; and n who are willing to spend money on their wives beco richer and richer."
Yan Xixi was actually hoping he would say more. The more he talks, the more information he’s bound to reveal, she thought. But this person was infuriatingly discreet.
Impulsively, Yan Xixi texted back: "I’m responsible for looking gorgeous; you’re responsible for bringing ho the bacon."
The other party retorted instantly: "I can always bring ho the bacon, but can you always stay gorgeous?"
This enraged her. "My boyfriend is willing to spend money on !"
"HAHA..."
That "HAHA..." was short, but another ssage soon followed: "Found soone new? Who’s the clueless fool? Rember, a cheating woman is like a hot spring soone’s pissed in. It stinks, but plenty of people still want to soak in it..."
Yan Xixi was livid. How can anyone be this vile? she fud. With such a disgusting mouth, he must be absolutely loathso!
She couldn’t take it anymore. She imdiately dialed the number and, not caring if he picked up, unleashed a torrent of abuse, "You listen to ! A cheating man is like money dropped in shit—a waste not to pick it up, but disgusting if you do! Whoever the hell you are, stop playing these damn mind gas! If you’ve got any guts, co out and face one-on-one! Stop skulking in the shadows like so grimy cockroach or a rat that can’t stand the light! Get lost! Get as far away from as possible!"
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