By noon, she still hadn’t turned her phone back on. After having lunch in the cafeteria, she returned upstairs, only for the office phone to ring thunderously. To her surprise, it was him on the line: “Zhe Zhe, what’s wrong with you?”
Her voice turned cold and sharp: “You figure it out.”
“See? See? Why are you acting like this again?”
“I’m busy. I’m hanging up.”
Finally, his temper flared. “Meng Zhe Zhe, what’s your problem? Can you stop being so unreasonable?”
She shouted back at the top of her lungs: “I am being unreasonable, Yu Jiang Hao! Let me tell you, as long as you don’t divorce me, I’ll keep making your life miserable every single day!”
With a loud “bang,” she slammed the phone down and sat there, panting heavily.
It turned out that even the best friendships couldn’t withstand the test of marriage. Marriage wasn’t just the graveyard of love; it was also the graveyard of friendship.
Back when they had decided to get married, it had all seemed so idealistic. They had agreed that they would be loving spouses in private and respectful equals in public. They had even made a three-point agreement. But reality had proven otherwise.
Just last week, she had asked him: “Why did you propose to me?”
What had he been doing at the time? Watching the news? Watching a game? The pajamas he was wearing were ones she had bought—a gray base with brown patterns. After endless cycles of eating and sleeping, he now resembled a round and chubby teddy bear, with no trace of the graceful heron he had once been. Stretching lazily on the sofa with his legs extended, he was unusually slothful at home. Annoyed by her blocking the TV, he replied offhandedly, “Because you’re easy to take care of.”
“Yu Jiang Hao!”
“Huh?” He seemed to snap out of it for a moment and quickly said, “I love you! I love you to the bone. I can’t live a single day without you, so I had no choice but to marry you.”
His words flowed so smoothly that her teeth ached. She grabbed a toothpick to clean her teeth, worried they might all fall out from the sweetness. This man was truly terrifying.
When he had proposed, he had methodically analyzed the pros and cons: “First of all, you’re not getting any younger. Don’t glare at me! Fine, fine, I’m not getting any younger. Secondly, my mom adores you. This way, you won’t have to worry about a mother-in-law from hell or managing difficult in-law relationships. Experts say that handling in-law relationships is even more critical than maintaining the marriage itself. Thirdly, we don’t work in the same place, so we won’t get sick of each other. Lastly, neither of us has the energy to play the field anymore. Why not consolidate our resources and preserve our strength?”
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