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Backstabbing Boyfriend
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The second wave of the virus began to spread, and the community started to enforce lockdowns again. I live in a standalone villa in the suburbs, watching on the surveillance camera as my ex-boyfriend Xiao Han fumbled with the keypad, trying one combination after another, cursing impatiently. He was coughing heavily, tears and mucus streaming down his face. It was clear he had caught the virus.
He then took out his phone to call me, asking if I had changed the password. Seeing his frustrated expression, I smiled and told him that I had indeed changed it. I could hear him taking deep breaths on the other end of the line, and I imagined how angry and disgusted he must be with me, yet having to suppress his temper. The thought of him trying to coax me in a low voice made me feel sick.
He softened his tone, "An'an, please let me in; it's really cold outside."
"If you come in and apologize, I might still forgive you," I replied.
From the upstairs monitor, I saw him dressed differently than usual. Instead of his usual suit and tie, he wore a down jacket with a scarf, paired with thin cotton pants that left him shivering at the door while trying to act tough. It was utterly ridiculous. The only piece of clothing that looked decent was that down jacket I bought for 2000 yuan. After transferring him so much money and buying him so many clothes, he now looked like a stray dog.
I couldn't help but wonder if he had spent it all repaying debts for his Little Green Plum.
"Are you here to pay me back?" I asked, changing the subject.
He coughed slightly, "Can we not talk about this right now?"
"No," I replied cheerfully, enjoying his miserable state.
Then I noticed his expression darken as he clenched his fists tightly.
“Liu An'an! Do you really have to do this?” He shouted my name word by word.
“What do you mean?”
In the surveillance footage, he started coughing again, making me want to cough too.
I blurted out a question about whether he wanted to infect me, and he rolled his eyes in frustration.
“God! Xiao Han, are you okay? Are you okay?”
I pretended to be surprised and said, “If you're fine, why are you bringing a virus to find me?”
I decisively hung up the phone, leaving him to suffer in the cold wind outside.
A scumbag man is just trash; trash belongs in the trash can.
Three weeks ago, Xiao Han's Little Green Plum, Xu Ya, returned to the country.
Since then, Xiao Han's overtime work, business trips, and social engagements have increased.
He has also cried poor in front of me more often.
At times like this, a woman's sixth sense is as accurate as radar.
Within a couple of days, I received An'an onymous friend request from his Little Green Plum.
Little Green Plum is a classmate of Xiao Han's from elementary school through high school. During college, when her family had problems, she went abroad.
Her name is Xu Ya. I found out about this during a dinner with Xiao H An'an d his friends last time when I accidentally overheard them after settling the bill.
After adding her as a friend, we didn’t communicate, but her updates on social media always coincided with Xiao Han’s business trips or social events.
In her photos on social media, the two of them were seen in hotels, restaurants, parks, and cinemas—various places.
There were shirts stained with lipstick, distorted ties, and that pair of cufflinks I had specially customized which was missing one.
She appeared in her posts wearing Xiao Han's shirt, striking a seductive pose for selfies.
Xiao Han transferred a lot of money to her.
She sent me a message: "I saw the longed-for Erhai Lake and kissed the person I've been thinking about."
Or—"When you like a man, you want to wrap yourself in his shirt."
Spending my money to please other women and then turning around to disgust me.
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