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On the eve of the wedding, I planned to meet someone. Tian Li asked me if this person was my friend. I shook my head and said, quite the opposite, she is my Deadly Rival. She runs several venues in the East District and is the fiercest woman around. Her name is Wang Ping.
I had Tian Li accompany me to a flower shop to order a bouquet, then we headed to Wang Ping's bar. When we entered, the security guard stopped us and refused to let me in. In the end, I called out for Wang Ping, and she came out to ask what I wanted.
I said, "Nothing much, just came to scold you."
Then we launched into a half-hour-long exchange of insults, each of us refusing to back down. Afterward, I felt quite relieved. Zhou Jie used to keep me in check, but now that Zhou Jie was gone, no one could control me.
Feeling a bit reckless, I thought about having a drink, but Tian Li stopped me. "What are you doing?"
I replied, "Just feeling happy, thought I'd have a couple of drinks."
Tian Li shot me a look. "Yiru, you can't drink because of your condition."
I chuckled, "Just one drink."
Tian Li remained firm. "Not even one."
Unable to argue with her, I gave up. As we left the bar, I tossed the flowers I bought to Wang Ping. "These are for you; don't push yourself so hard anymore. Find a good man and get married."
Wang Ping looked at me in confusion. She shouted back, "Liu Yiru, what the hell is wrong with you?"
I didn’t respond; I just waved my hand and got into the car with Tian Li.
That night, Wang Ping sent me a message: "Why did you send me flowers?" Then she followed up with a barrage of texts: "Liu Yiru, did you take the wrong medicine today?"
"If you're sick, remember to take your meds and don't come looking for me; I find it bad luck."
"Liu Yiru, have you gone mute? Speak up!"
"Are you dead? If not, make some noise."
From initial anger to later confusion and finally acceptance. The last message from Wang Ping was: "When are you free? Let's grab a meal together."
I replied, "There will be an opportunity."
That evening, Zhang Jiahui posted a new video.
With tear-filled eyes, she spoke to the camera about how reluctant she was to face the impending separation. She recalled how, when Zhou Jie took her skiing, she would always fall. Then Zhou Jie would wrap her in his thick down jacket, holding her close. She remembered feeling warm and safe in his embrace, much like a father would provide.
Then, Zhang Jiahui deliberately fell to the ground, and Zhou Jie quickly reacted, pulling her into his arms. In the video, Zhou Jie looked sharp in a black suit and tie, exuding an air of sophistication. Their intimate moments were captured by the camera, sparking widespread discussion among onlookers.
The comments section was filled with various opinions.
“Since he’s marrying someone else, why is he still messing with her?”
“Right? Isn’t this just a game?”
“I can’t believe Zhou Jie is this kind of person.”
“Tsk tsk tsk, what a scumbag.”
…
I impatiently scrolled past their video.
I arranged a dinner with a group of friends.
Everyone was puzzled, thinking it was my last night as a single man before marriage. The private room was lively, and someone brought up my relationship with Zhou Jie.
“Sister-in-law, actually, big brother cared about you quite a bit back then.”
The speaker was a friend named Xiao Long, who looked so thin he was almost unrecognizable as he leaned in with his drink.
“That year when big brother got drunk… we took him home… he wouldn’t let us leave… rambling on about how he was sorry for you… saying he didn’t protect you well enough… then he started crying; we big guys felt heartbroken watching him…”
“Sister-in-law, big brother… he has a… woman out there…”
As soon as he said that, the room fell silent.
“Xiao Long, have you had too much to drink? What nonsense are you talking about?”
Before he could finish, others interrupted him.
“Yeah, sister-in-law, don’t listen to his nonsense; we’re just here to make you happy today!”
A few men tried to lighten the mood. Someone called Zhou Jie.
“Say something.”
Zhou Jie’s voice came through the speaker.
My brow furrowed slightly. I recognized that tone; it was the voice of someone who had just indulged in passion. Had he just been with Zhang Jiahui?
I held my glass without speaking and took another sip of juice, feeling a fiery sensation burn from my throat all the way to my stomach.
"Brother, Sister-in-law is inviting us for drinks. Are you busy right now? Come join us for a drink."
"You all have fun. If Yiru gets drunk, just take her home."
"Got it, don't worry."
Everyone responded in unison before hanging up the phone. I sipped my juice expressionlessly, the thoughts I had just clarified now swirling back into confusion.
"Sister-in-law, stop drinking. You've had so many already."
Someone reached out to grab my cup. I instinctively dodged and then stood up, clutching my aching stomach as I headed outside for some fresh air.
Leaning against the wall, I was surprised to find it was snowing.
I couldn't help but scroll through Zhang Jiahui's short videos, curious about what they were up to. She had just posted a new video.
The backdrop was the Aurora in Iceland, and she stood side by side with Zhou Jie, looking stunningly beautiful.
"A Jie took me to see the Aurora to fulfill my wish. Although the Aurora is beautiful, it can't compare to A Jie."
As I watched her video, memories of Zhou Jie’s promise to me came flooding back. Back then, I had watched the Aurora on TV, clinging to his arm and acting coy.
"I want to see the Aurora too someday."
Zhou Jie smiled brightly and pinched my nose.
"That's easy; I'll take you."
I had jumped up in joy at the thought of going with him to see the Aurora soon. But now, it was someone else holding Zhou Jie’s hand while watching the Aurora together. The promise he made to me was now given to another.
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