I chose to meet him at a high-end private club.
As soon as we met, he was taken aback and stammered, "Zhou Xiaoan, what are you doing here? Did you contact me?"
He instinctively covered the hickey on his neck, and I suppressed my inner anger, offering him a friendly smile.
"Oh my, my busy friend, you’ve been back in the country for half a year and haven’t contacted me at all," I said. "I’m getting married and wanted to invite you to be my curator, but I was afraid that my event would be too small for you, so I resorted to this method."
Seeing that I appeared calm, he instantly relaxed and began to engage in small talk with me.
"Oh dear, I've been so busy that I completely forgot to reach out to you. I'm sorry, really sorry," he replied. "Don’t worry about your wedding; I’ll take care of everything."
While we spoke, I sent a location and message to Shalolo: "I need to talk to you. Come quickly."
A second later, she replied with "ok."
I could hardly wait to see how this couple would panic in front of me.
Putting down my phone, I smiled again and said, "I only found out from your social media that you got married six months ago. Not telling me such a big thing is quite unfair."
Lin Yulin nervously picked up his coffee and said, "I'm really sorry. Once things settle down, let me treat you today as an apology."
Worried about revealing too much, he quickly changed the subject: "Where's your sister-in-law? Usually, it's the woman who cares more about wedding planning, right?"
"She's at work, busy."
He smirked slightly and said, "A perfect wedding is every woman's dream. If this woman isn't willing to put effort into the wedding, it means she doesn't love you that much."
I detected his sarcasm but didn't retort; I just smiled and quietly watched him.
The atmosphere became a bit awkward, and he immediately joked, "Just kidding! I heard that on a relationship show."
"You’re right; I also think she doesn’t love me much. That’s why I brought up breaking up with her a few days ago. I suspect she might be seeing someone else."
My last statement caused Lin Yulin to choke on his coffee.
I quickly added, "But my family has been urging me not to break up. My fiancée has been begging me to stay together; she says she truly loves me and can't bear to lose me."
"That makes sense; after all, it's been five years of relationship. I'm feeling a bit hesitant now. If you were in my shoes, what would you do?"
Lin Yulin remained silent, but there was a hint of jealousy in his gaze.
"That depends on what you really think. For me, I've been abroad for five years, and my wife waited for me all that time. Whenever I say I'm hungry, she spends three hours staying up late to cook for me."
"Last week we went to Chuanxi, which was actually a spur-of-the-moment decision on my part, but she still set aside all her work to accompany me."
The person Lin Yulin mentioned felt unfamiliar to me. Reflecting on these five years, I realized I had never felt a hint of warmth from Shalolo.
Lin Yulin continued to recount their past, like a victor boasting about his achievements.
I quietly sipped my coffee until I spotted Shalolo's figure in the distance.
I immediately raised my hand and shouted, " Luoluo, I'm over here!"
Lin Yulin instantly froze, his face turning pale as paper.
Shalolo stood there, hesitant to approach.
But I deliberately called out loudly, "Darling, I'm right here."
Lin Yulin's expression was indescribably ugly; he even put down his coffee and stood up, making an excuse to leave.
Of course, I couldn't let him go.
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