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Love Like a Knife Edge
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At the age of thirty-two, my lover hit me with a document.
Her eyes were red, her face full of disappointment, and her hysterical demeanor struck me as ridiculous.
"Gao Yong! You must give me an explanation today!"
I lowered my gaze, scanning the scattered documents on the floor, my eyes filled with mockery.
"Fang Xiaoran, what qualifications do you have to ask me?"
"My wife, or the mother of my child?"
Fang Xiaoran's face turned pale in an instant. She bit her lip hard, slammed her Hermes bag against my face, and then stormed out.
I shouted after her, "Why are you running away?"
"Didn't you already know?"
"I have a wife and a child."
Fang Xiaoran's footsteps grew fainter.
I knew she was hurt, but I didn't care.
She could have chosen to turn a blind eye.
I glanced at my watch; about ten minutes had passed. I took my card and went out to find her.
Fang Xiaoran was squatting alone on the curb, crying, her tears and snot all mixed together, completely unlike her usual spoiled and petulant self.
I looked at her back and sneered.
"Here."
I held out the card in front of her.
Fang Xiaoran glanced at me and snatched the card away.
"Gao Yong, what do you mean?"
I tapped my chin against the card in her hand.
"Money."
"What? Afraid I'll run away and tip off your precious wife?"
Fang Xiaoran smiled, but it was a smile that looked more like a cry.
"Gao Yong, you're not just disgusting; you're revolting."
I shrugged, unfazed.
"Don't think too highly of yourself; it's just a game."
I turned to leave, waving my hand.
"Come to me if you need more."
I knew Fang Xiaoran hated me.
But I didn't care.
She knew I had a family when she decided to get involved, so she should have anticipated this situation.
Fang Xiaoran was right; I was disgusting.
But I also had money.
And money was enough.
I guessed that after crying, Fang Xiaoran would pretend nothing had happened and come looking for me.
After all, as long as she didn’t say anything, she could continue being my little treasure.
I would still take her to various upscale places, buy her designer bags, treat her to fine dining, and in bed, I would call her "baby" with utmost tenderness.
And all of this required her to keep quiet.
But Fang Xiaoran disappointed me.
She didn't come to find me.
A week later, I couldn't help but call her, only to be surprised when a man's voice answered on the other end.
"Hello?"
The voice was clear and deep, carrying the calm demeanor typical of a tech guy.
I paused for a moment.
"Who is this?"
There was a brief silence on the other end before he introduced himself.
"Ren Zhong."
The name sounded somewhat familiar; it seemed to belong to a big shot from Polytechnic University.
I frowned.
"Where's Fang Xiaoran?"
Ren Zhong replied, "She's taking a shower."
I let out a cold laugh.
"You’re quite interesting. You don’t even try to hide when you’re seducing someone else's wife?"
Ren Zhong chuckled as well.
"The main person hasn’t even come looking for you, so why should I hide anyone?"
I was taken aback for a moment before realizing what he meant.
It turned out that Fang Xiaoran had already shared my situation with him.
I was a bit annoyed for a moment, but good manners kept me from exploding.
I said, "Then please let her know to call me back."
Ren Zhong responded with an "mm" and hung up the phone.
Ten minutes later, Fang Xiaoran called.
She got straight to the point and asked, "Gao Yong, what is your wife's name?"
I was somewhat surprised; I didn't expect her to ask that question.
After thinking for a moment, I replied, "Ma Hui."
Fang Xiaoran asked again, "Where is she?"
I narrowed my eyes warily.
"What do you want?"
Fang Xiaoran laughed.
"What do you think?"
"Of course, it's about the self-cultivation of being a mistress."
I scoffed.
"Stop messing around; Ma Hui won't meet you."
Fang Xiaoran was unconvinced.
"How do you know she won't meet me?"
I sighed.
"Who is she? And who are you?"
"Stop dreaming, Fang Xiaoran. She and you are not from the same world."
Fang Xiaoran fell silent.
After a long while, she said, "Then you should at least tell me what she does."
"What does that matter to you?"
Fang Xiaoran replied, "Of course it matters. Knowing yourself and your enemy will lead to victory in every battle."
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Fang Xiaoran, you don't need to be like this."
Fang Xiaoran interrupted me.
"Gao Yong, just say whether you want to get rid of her or not."
I was taken aback and fell into deep thought.
To be honest, I didn't want to.
My marriage with Ma Hui was a business arrangement; we used each other for our own needs.
But her words reminded me.
Perhaps, I could get rid of her.
So I said, "Alright."
"I will tell you everything about her."
"But before that, shouldn't you give me something in return?"
Fang Xiaoran readily replied, "Of course."
The next day, she transferred thirty thousand yuan to me.
She said, "I'll talk about the rest when I see Ma Hui."
I accepted the money and asked her, "Why are you doing this?"
Fang Xiaoran smiled.
"For you."
"Don't you want to get rid of her?"
"I'm helping you."
She said it as if it were obvious, but I felt that things weren't that simple.
However, I didn't probe further.
Because I had more important matters to attend to.
I called Ma Hui and told her that there was a problem on my end and I needed to postpone my return.
Ma Hui readily replied, "Okay."
"Do you need any help?"
I said, "No need."
She smiled.
"Then we'll talk when you come back."
After hanging up the phone, I sighed in relief.
Ma Hui has always been so understanding.
That's also why I was with her.
But what I didn't expect was that my marriage with Ma Hui had actually been problematic for a long time.
The root of the problem lies with Fang Xiaoran.
It all started when Fang Xiaoran met Ren Zhong.
This is narrated from Fang Xiaoran's perspective.
This was my first time meeting Ren Zhong.
He was wearing a white shirt and casual pants, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He looked refined and handsome, exuding an elegant demeanor.
If I didn't know him, I would never have guessed that he was the renowned "Big Shot" from the online forum.
I rushed out of the classroom and called out to him.
"Ren Zhong!"
He turned to look at me, his expression calm.
"Is there something you need?"
I said, "What have you thought about the matter I mentioned to you before?"
Ren Zhong adjusted his glasses, a hint of sarcasm curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Why should I help you?"
I took a deep breath.
"I can pay you."
"How much?"
"Fifty thousand."
Ren Zhong frowned slightly.
"What is it?"
I said, "I want to see Ma Hui."
Ren Zhong was taken aback.
"Ma Hui?"
"Yes."
"What do you want to see her for?"
I pressed my lips together and remained silent.
Seeing this, Ren Zhong nodded.
"Alright, deal."
"Pay me ten thousand first."
Without saying a word, I transferred the money to him.
Ren Zhong accepted the money and said, "Let's go."
I followed him as we made our way to the laboratory.
Ren Zhong opened the computer and typed rapidly on the keyboard. Soon, Ma Hui's information appeared on the screen.
He glanced at the screen, and his expression suddenly became strange.
I asked him, "What's wrong?"
Ren Zhong stared at me for a moment before suddenly saying, "Fang Xiaoran, what is your relationship with Gao Yong?"
I was taken aback.
"Why are you asking that?"
Ren Zhong said, "I think I should remind you of something."
"Ma Hui is not someone to be trifled with."
I remained silent.
Of course, I knew that Ma Hui was not easy to deal with.
She was the daughter of the Xia Group, with a prestigious background, and her temper was naturally not going to be pleasant.
But what I didn't expect was for Ren Zhong to give up a chance to make money simply because of Ma Hui's status.
He said, "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to take this deal."
With that, he transferred my ten thousand yuan back to me.
I was unwilling to accept it and asked him, "Why?"
Ren Zhong lowered his gaze.
"There is no reason."
"I just feel it's unnecessary."
"Unnecessary?"
"Yes."
Ren Zhong's tone was very calm, yet I could detect a hint of subtle tenderness in it.
My heart skipped a beat as an unbelievable thought crossed my mind.
Could it be that...
Ren Zhong likes Ma Hui?
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