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Li Tong worked in human resources at a Fortune 500 company, rarely interacting with clients. So why did he have a contact saved as "Client" on his phone? Moreover, the note for this key client was simply "ZA," which felt odd. His intuition told him that this number was significant. He quietly jotted it down.
That night, he threw his pillow hard against the floor and buried his head under the covers until dawn. He needed answers and couldn't wait any longer.
At breakfast, he finally couldn't hold back any longer. "Honey, have you been dealing with something lately?"
She was in the living room, arranging a bouquet on the dining table, and looked up in surprise. "What’s wrong?"
He tried to keep his tone steady. "Yesterday, a buddy of mine asked to borrow some money. I checked our savings, and there’s less than fifty thousand left. Where has all the money gone?"
"This month has been a bit much; my brother borrowed some," she replied.
Seeing her slightly guilty expression only worsened his mood. "Oh really? What’s your brother's number? I’d like to ask him."
"Lin Weixuan, are you doubting me?"
She paused, her hand holding the flowers faltering as she turned to face him, her expression filled with anger.
"Calm down; I just want to know if he’s been taking advantage of us all these years."
Li Tong's brother, Li Xiang, was a street thug who spent his days idling around without a job. For years, Li Tong had been secretly supporting him while turning a blind eye. But today, he was fed up.
"Lin Weixuan!" She slammed the flowers onto the table, her eyes wide with fury. "I told you before we got married that I would never abandon my brother. His problems are my problems. Have you forgotten how you promised me?"
"I promised to take care of your family, but only if you consult with me first."
"As your husband, I have the right to know where the family's assets are going."
I was truly angry; I was infatuated, not a fool.
"Or are you using my money to support another man?"
Li Tong avoided my gaze.
She didn't answer; instead, she hurled the vase, flowers and all, directly at me.
The vase shattered into pieces.
Unfortunately, inside the vase was a surprise I had prepared for her—a pair of Prada earrings for the 520 celebration.
The earrings fell to the ground.
She glanced at them, somewhat surprised.
I thought she would stop, but she stepped on them as if she hadn't seen them at all.
The heel of her shoe crushed the earrings as Li Tong approached, her finger jabbing hard into my chest:
"Lin Weixuan, don't forget that back then, you weren't even worthy of carrying my shoes."
With the sound of the earrings breaking, my heart sank.
A hint of disdain curled at the corner of her mouth.
That expression—I had seen it before when she looked at a beggar by the roadside.
Li Tong was my senior in college, the beauty of the English department.
In university, those who pursued her could line up outside the cafeteria's back door.
Wherever she went, she was like a princess surrounded by stars.
I was just an ordinary admirer among countless others.
Li Tong was fair-skinned, beautiful, and had long legs; to me, a newcomer on campus,
she was like a fairy descending from heaven into my world.
From that moment on, she became the sole focus of my life.
Every move she made stirred a tempest within me. Though there was disdain in her eyes for my pursuit, she never rejected my attentions or goodwill. I dared not look up in her presence; she was like a radiant light, dazzling enough to leave me dizzy.
Whatever she desired, I would comply. I woke up at five in the morning during the dead of winter to run across half the city just to buy her favorite beef noodles. On a late night when her aunt visited, I climbed over walls to deliver brown sugar to her dormitory. I endured months of eating instant noodles just to save up for a Casio watch as a birthday gift for her.
After nearly two years of chasing, just when I was about to give up, she chose me. "Lin Weixuan," she said, "I have only one condition: marrying me means marrying my brother too."
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