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Bullet Screen Prophecy
墨書 Inktalez
While I was undergoing a physical examination at the hospital, I suddenly caught sight of several lines of comments floating in the air:
【Supporting Role thought Lu Qingyu was being considerate by not having children, but in reality, he already has the female lead.】
【Sigh, old love can't compete with new love; what does ten years of feelings matter?】
【Only those who are unloved are the mistresses; Supporting Role, hurry and make way.】
My heart tightened sharply, as if someone had gripped it tightly, making it hard to breathe.
I had grown up with Lu Qingyu, and his once earnest promises still lingered in my mind. I couldn't let these sudden comments make me doubt him.
Clenching my teeth, I tried to steady my mind.
【Supporting Role still doesn't believe it; just go downstairs to Obstetrics and Gynecology and see for yourself.】
My already fragile heart felt like it was being pricked by needles, a wave of pain spreading through me.
I needed to see this for myself!
The elevator was empty except for me.
In the cramped space, the only sound was the hum of the elevator moving.
I instinctively pressed the button for the fifth floor, my finger trembling slightly; my neatly trimmed nails almost dug into my flesh, sending sharp pangs through me.
My mind was a chaotic mess.
What were those strange words?
Why did they suddenly appear before me?
Was it some kind of prank or just a hallucination?
Who was behind this?
I took a deep breath, trying hard to calm myself down.
Maybe it was just a coincidence.
I kept reassuring myself, but inside, it felt like a heavy stone was pressing down on me, suffocating me.
The fifth floor arrived, and the elevator doors slowly opened.
Unlike the emptiness above, there were noticeably more people on this floor; voices mingled in a cacophony as hurried footsteps echoed around me.
This was Obstetrics and Gynecology.
Pregnant women walked by with their round bellies, their faces glowing with happiness.
I was swept along by the flow of people, my feet felt as if they were walking on cotton—light and airy—making everything seem surreal, like an absurd dream.
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in my ears, as if coming from a distant place yet sounding so close at hand.
"Don't be afraid."
It was Lu Qingyu's voice!
This voice was so familiar to me; it had whispered countless times in my ear, filled with infinite tenderness and affection. But now, it pierced through my heart like a sharp knife.
I instinctively recoiled, frantically hiding behind a pillar, my heart racing as if it would leap out of my chest. My back pressed tightly against the cold wall, waves of chill washed over me, yet I remained oblivious.
Through the gaps between the pillar and the crowd, I saw Lu Qingyu supporting a young woman as they walked toward the examination room. The young woman looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five, such a lovely age, reminiscent of my own youth. She wore a light pink dress that hugged her figure perfectly, her belly already slightly rounded—clearly pregnant.
Who was she? Why was Lu Qingyu accompanying her to Obstetrics and Gynecology? Hadn’t he said he didn’t want children?
A series of questions exploded in my mind as I stared at them, not daring to blink.
"The doctor said I need a detailed check-up," the woman said in a soft, delicate voice, like cotton candy. "Can you stay with me until it's done today?"
Her coy tone tickled the heart like a feather.
"Yes, I've asked my assistant to reschedule this afternoon's meetings," Lu Qingyu replied, his voice as cold as ever but tinged with a hint of warmth.
Hearing this made me feel as if I had been thrown into an ice cellar, chilled from head to toe. Lu Qingyu had always been a workaholic; he could go days and nights without returning home for work, often too busy even to take time for meals. His childhood friend had once joked that only his wife could make him abandon his work.
We had tried to invite him out for drinks, but he always said he was too busy. What had he said back then?
"Get lost; you think you can compare with Weiwei?"
I couldn’t remember what else was teased afterward. But now, he had canceled his afternoon meetings just to accompany this woman for her check-up.
I bit down hard on my finger; the sharp pain shot through my fingertips, but how could this pain compare to the agony in my heart?
The door to the examination room closed, shutting Lu Qingyu and that woman inside and sealing off my hopes.
I could no longer hold myself together and collapsed onto the bench. My vision blurred; everything spun around me as if the whole world was drifting away from me.
So it turned out that everything Lu Qingyu had said about not wanting children was a lie! All those sweet words he had spoken to me were false!
It turned out that all his previous kindness towards me was born out of guilt! He had already had another woman in his heart, and even a child! So what was I to him?
My phone vibrated wildly in my pocket, pulling me back from the brink of despair. It was Lu Qingyu calling.
I trembled as I took out my phone, the screen flashing the word "Husband," glaringly bright like a cruel mockery. I stared at the message, and suddenly I laughed, tears streaming down my face.
A text popped up: "Wife, I heard from Lin Yue that you went to the hospital for a check-up. Why didn’t you tell me? I’ll come over right away to keep you company."
I gazed at the message, laughter escaping my lips, filled with desolation and despair. After a moment of composure, I stood up and straightened my clothes, trying to make myself look less disheveled.
Poor Supporting Role, still kept in the dark. Just wait and see how Lu Qingyu navigates this situation. The real show has just begun...
Yes, the real show has just begun.
I lingered in the bathroom for a long time, long enough for the vibrations of my phone to cease. The reflection in the mirror showed a pale face, lips devoid of color.
Tsk tsk, Lu Qingyu must be frantic right now. What a charade of deep affection—attending to his mistress's check-up while calling his wife.
Didn’t they say the male lead loves the female lead? Why involve Supporting Role at all?
Exactly! We want to see sweet moments between the male and female leads; when will this Supporting Role be out of the picture? It’s so annoying!
These bizarre comments continued to appear. I no longer wanted to ponder why they existed because what they said was undeniably true.
My phone buzzed again. I opened WeChat to find a flurry of messages from Qing Yu:
"Wife, which department are you in?"
"I'm coming to find you right now."
"Are you feeling dizzy again?"
"Babe, you scared me! Why didn’t you reply?"
I stared at the messages, my finger hovering above the screen. For so many years, Qing Yu had been this attentive towards me. From high school until now, he had spent countless nights by my side when I was sick, always the first to appear when I was feeling down.
"I'm in the lab," I replied.
As soon as I sent the message, I saw the read receipt pop up. Moments later, Qing Yu responded, "Don't move, I'll be there soon."
I leaned against the sink, hearing footsteps outside growing increasingly frequent. A nurse pushed a wheelchair past me, and laughter from a pregnant woman echoed down the hallway. This was the fifth floor, Obstetrics and Gynecology—not where I was supposed to be.
What is Supporting Role still doing here?
Waiting to see how the male lead explains?
Interesting, looks like he doesn't plan to spill the beans.
I took a deep breath and pushed open the bathroom door. Just as I was about to head toward the elevator, a consultation room door swung open. A woman in a pink dress stepped out, a sweet smile on her face.
"The test results are all good," Qing Yu's voice came from inside. "But you still need to rest."
"Can you come keep me company tonight?" the woman cooed. "I want to have dinner with you."
I hid around the corner and saw Qing Yu gently pat her head. "I can't. I need to go home and be with Wei Wei. She's not well, and I'm really worried about her today."
"Alright then," the woman pouted. "I'll be good; you have to remember to come see me more often."
I heard Qing Yu let out a soft laugh. He always laughed like that—helpless yet indulgent. I used to think that smile belonged only to me; now I realized he offered it to others too.
The elevator dinged open. I saw Qing Yu hurriedly stepping out while talking on the phone.
"Xu Shao, push today's afternoon meeting back for me; Wei Wei is in the hospital, and I need to be with her."
His voice was incredibly gentle, as if nothing had happened at all. I stood frozen in place, watching him disappear through the elevator doors. The woman in the pink dress was still at the nurse's station filling out forms, her smile radiant—innocent like mine had been years ago.
My phone buzzed again.
I looked at the message from Qing Yu: "Wait for me on the eighth floor. I brought you your favorite milk tea."
[Ugh, such a drama queen.]
[With acting skills like that, it's no wonder Supporting Role has been fooled for so long.]
[Looks like there's a good show to watch. What will Supporting Role do?]
I switched my phone to silent and turned towards another elevator.
I sat in Lin Yue's studio, sunlight streaming through the glass window onto a potted plant on her desk, droplets of water glistening on the leaves as if it had just been watered.
Lin Yue's fingers danced across the keyboard as she quickly searched for something on her computer, her brow slightly furrowed.
"Zhang Rong, 25 years old, joined Lu Corporation six months ago."
Lin Yue suddenly stopped and turned the screen towards me.
"This woman is quite capable; she got promoted to a permanent position within a month."
She pointed at a photo on the screen, where a woman with exquisite makeup had a clear and bright gaze.
Lu Corporation—how many people would break their necks just to get in, let alone be Lu Qingyu's secretary?
I knew well that the position of Lu Qingyu's secretary was one that countless eyes were fixed upon; without considerable skills, it was impossible to secure it.
And this woman named Zhang Rong managed to become permanent in just a month—if there wasn't some backing from Lu Qingyu, I wouldn't believe it even if you killed me.
I instinctively tightened my grip on the coffee cup, causing the liquid inside to gently sway.
"Secretary?"
I asked softly, my voice carrying an unintentional tremor.
"Yes."
Lin Yue frowned, seemingly sensing something was off.
"Wait, didn't you say she was several months pregnant?"
As she spoke, she quickly flipped through the calendar on the desk.
"Looks like over five months."
I recalled the scene when I saw Zhang Rong; her belly was already quite noticeable.
"There was a team-building event six months ago, and this woman attended right after joining. You were hospitalized at that time."
Lin Yue's voice suddenly grew heavy as she looked up at me with a complicated expression.
Back then, I was hospitalized due to heart issues while Lu Qingyu took his newly hired female secretary to the team-building event.
Thinking about this made my heart feel like it was being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, painful enough that I could hardly breathe.
My phone vibrated again, its sound piercing through the quiet room.
I glanced at the screen, where the words "Darling" flashed, followed by a message:
"Sweetheart, I had the maid make soup. Come home early to drink it."
[Well, this guy knows how to take care of people.]
[Of course, he doesn't want to give up either side.]
[The Supporting Role is indulging him; this is something we won't speak out loud.]
"Lin Yue, help me schedule a lawyer."
My voice was soft but firm.
"Are you sure?"
Lin Yue stared at me, her eyes filled with worry and confusion.
I nodded, my gaze falling on the photo of Zhang Rong on the computer screen.
She was dressed in sportswear, holding a tennis racket, her smile radiant and full of youth.
That was something I would never be able to do with Qing Yu; my body destined me to be merely a spectator.
Lin Yue was flipping through the contacts, her fingers gliding over one name after another.
"Should I look for more?"
She hesitated for a moment before asking.
"No need."
I stood up and walked to the window, watching the bustling street outside, cars flowing like water.
"Just help me prepare the materials needed for the divorce."
As I stepped out of Lin Yue's office, the sunset was just right, golden rays spilling over me, yet I felt no warmth at all.
Qing Yu sent another message:
"Sweetheart, I booked a table at your favorite restaurant. How about dinner together tonight?"
I replied:
"Okay."
At the restaurant, Qing Yu was as considerate as ever.
He pushed the last piece of cheesecake toward me.
"Eat more; you've lost weight lately."
His voice was so gentle it could almost drip with sweetness.
"Mm."
I obediently ate the cake, its rich sweetness spreading in my mouth.
"By the way, I want to check out some office buildings next week," I casually mentioned.
"Office buildings?" Qing Yu paused for a moment, seemingly surprised that I brought this up so suddenly. "What do you want to do?"
"I'm thinking of opening a studio," I said with a smile. "I can't just sit around all the time, can I?"
Qing Yu immediately frowned. "You just got a bit better; there's no rush for work."
"I'm just looking," I tilted my head and looked at him. "Haven't you always said you want me to be happy?"
His expression softened. I knew he couldn't resist when I acted cute; every time I did, he would give in to whatever I wanted.
"Then I'll go with you," he compromised.
"No need, you're so busy," I replied, taking a sip of juice. "I'll just have Lin Yue accompany me."
Qing Yu seemed like he wanted to say something else, but his phone suddenly vibrated. He glanced at it, and his expression changed slightly, like a calm lake suddenly disturbed by a stone thrown into it, creating ripples.
"There’s something at the company," he said apologetically, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.
I nodded. "You go ahead; I'll take a taxi back myself."
Watching him hurriedly leave, I opened my phone and sent Lin Yue a message: "Let's schedule the lawyer for the day after tomorrow in the morning; I'll have him help me with the share transfer issue."
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