I didn’t reply to Chu Ke Huan. In truth, after an entire night of strolling through stores, comparing prices, and repeatedly explaining our needs to various salespeople, I was utterly exhausted. It wasn’t until I returned home with Hao Yi and had some downtime while he was showering that I found the chance to read Chu Ke Huan’s message:
“I’m sorry. I drank too much last night. Don’t take what I said seriously.”
Seeing those few words on the screen, I finally, belatedly, realized that Chu Ke Huan had lied to me.
Drunk? So what? Does being drunk mean suddenly understanding the intricacies of love? Does being drunk justify telling another woman you want to sleep with her while hiding the fact that you’re about to get married?
Being drunk seems to come with a lot of privileges.
The audacity of drunken words may seem carefree, but the face of the person speaking them is always ugly. I wasn’t falling for it.
When Gao Zi Yuan goes home, she’ll probably tell Chu Ke Huan that she ran into us today, won’t she? That would be perfect. Let her innocent sincerity paint a picture of my happiness for him. Let him feel the anxiety I experienced in the fitting room today. Let him wake up completely, dismissing the absurdity of the past few days as nothing more than a bad dream. After that, he can take his wedding photos, and I can pick out my white bridal gown. We’ll live our separate lives without crossing paths.
That’s all I want. If Chu Ke Huan can’t give me that, I’ll claim it for myself.
So, instead of replying to his message, I blocked him outright.
“Any interesting news?” Hao Yi asked as he finished showering and approached me, towel in hand, drying his hair. “Your phone’s been ringing all day.”
“Just spam calls,” I deflected. “Nothing important.”
“Then stop looking at it.” Hao Yi, possessive as ever, snatched my phone and tossed it aside. Then he kissed me, his desire unmistakable. “You looked stunning in that black evening gown today…”
I didn’t feel aroused, only suffocated. Struggling to pull away from his kiss, I protested, “Stop it. I haven’t even showered yet…”
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