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The music began to play, and I danced along with it. I immersed myself completely, forgetting everything. I was no longer the woman abandoned by Cui Xiangdong, nor was I Wenwen's caretaker; I was a dancer. I am Yang Fangfang.
The applause was thunderous. As I took my bow, I glanced at Cui Xiangdong. He stared at me intently, his expression complicated. I smiled lightly and turned my head away. He could no longer affect me.
Dong Hua walked over and playfully nudged my shoulder, saying, "Yang Fangfang, well done."
"Of course," I winked at her, "I won't lose to you."
"Hmph, then you'll have to work harder next time."
We exchanged smiles, the atmosphere light and joyful, as if we had returned to our younger days. The performance went smoothly, and after it ended, Dong Hua said she wanted to treat me to dinner.
We found a restaurant to celebrate my return to the stage. After a few rounds of drinks, both Dong Hua and I were feeling tipsy. At that moment, my phone rang. It was Cui Xiangdong calling.
"Hello?"
"Fangfang..." His voice was slurred with intoxication. "Fangfang, I was wrong."
I frowned. "Are you drunk?"
"Fangfang, I was wrong. Will you come back?"
"Cui Xiangdong, what are you talking about?"
"Fangfang, Wenwen... it misses you."
I irritably grabbed my hair. "What does it matter to me that it misses me? I wish it were dead."
"Fangfang, don't say that." Cui Xiangdong's voice was weary. "Can you come back? I... I miss you too."
I took a deep breath. "Cui Xiangdong, we are divorced. Stop saying things like that."
"Fangfang, I regret it." His voice trembled with emotion. "I really regret it. Please come back, okay?"
"No." I said coldly. "Cui Xiangdong, I will never go back."
After saying that, I hung up the phone.
Dong Hua asked me, "What happened?"
"Nothing." I shook my head. "Just a boring person."
"Oh," she smiled knowingly. "Is it your ex-husband?"
"Yeah."
"He regrets it?"
"Yeah."
"Then you..." She leaned closer to me. "Do you feel anything?"
I laughed. "Of course not."
"Good." She raised her glass. "To no longer having men influence our Yang Fangfang, cheers."
"Cheers."
After that day, Cui Xiangdong often called me.
Sometimes he was sober, sometimes he was drunk.
I would ask him, "Are you drinking now?"
He would reply, "No."
But his tone clearly indicated he had been drinking. And quite a lot at that.
He still had that lofty demeanor.
"Fangfang, come back. If you don't return, who will take care of Wenwen?"
"Aren't you taking good care of it?"
"It misses you."
"Then find it a new nanny."
"Fangfang..." He sighed, "Stop messing around, come back. Don't be out there showing off; it's inappropriate."
I laughed in anger.
"Cui Xiangdong, have you had too much to drink or not?"
"I haven't drunk too much."
"Then you're just not thinking straight!" I retorted directly, "Do you think I can't live without you? Let me tell you, I'm doing just fine now, so stop bothering me!"
I hung up the phone with a snap.
I was having a nice meal with Dong Hua, but after his interruption, I suddenly lost my appetite.
I was baffled.
What was wrong with him?
I had clearly told him everything; why was he still clinging to me?
Did he think I was throwing a tantrum?
Goodness, how could he be so self-righteous?
I decided to ignore him and continued eating with Dong Hua.
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