Section 2

There are many women who love you, and I am just one of them

The prince and the princess, sitting together, is a fairy tale

I, who am doing rough work while wearing a pearl necklace, compare myself to the girl beside you who is adorned with an expensive pearl and diamond necklace, in a small comic strip; indeed, it feels like an old comic.

The long night, boundless thoughts, memories of the years I spent with Zhuo Yao traverse through my mind. From the very first day we met, he sat in the car with an expression of mild anger, having thrown my bare feet onto the road. At the banquet, he mistakenly regarded me as a gold digger and looked down on me. In his company, he publicly exposed my past and dismissed me... Then, we naturally fell in love with each other. He would always quietly follow behind me, wordless, silently watching me.

I spread cheese and strawberry jam on white bread, took a bite, and the sweet and sour flavor filled my mouth. As the bread went down into my stomach with a thud, I realized just how hungry I was. I opened the second message, which was a multimedia message, and while biting into the bread, I waited for the message to load.

Having watched too many similar plots, it is often observed that men undergo significant changes after marriage; they no longer indulge their wives, they become less faithful, and their tempers worsen. However, Zhuo Yao and I have never experienced such changes. Throughout this past year of being together day and night, our feelings for each other have deepened. There has been no sign of change, except for that nightmare in the stark white space.

Men's casual flings should be met with a degree of understanding from women, who should not overreact or seek to hold them accountable, as this will ultimately turn a farce into reality

Who else would call me in the middle of the night? I do not want to answer, but I fear waking the child. I do not want to turn on the light, unable to face my despondent self under the illumination. I feel my way down the stairs in the dark and answer the call

Ah MAN, the pure and white calls out to Zhuo Yao's English name, the voice is enchanting

The woman who has loved you can never love anyone else again

Feng Bowen's insidious methods are no less than before, he is cruel and will never realize his own mistakes, always attributing the blame for lost things to others, selfish and despicable. The person I once loved, just thinking about him makes me feel disgusted

However, Zhuoyao did not suggest that I go to Shanghai

I was once a lawyer, and I am well aware that our marital relationship is devoid of meaning both factually and legally. If he were to marry a new wife tomorrow, I would have no right to interfere. This cannot be blamed on Zhuo Yao; it is his mother who resolutely refused to provide the household registration book for us to formalize our relationship. Zhuo Yao even arranged for a friend from the civil affairs department to attempt to process it without the household registration book, but his mother had already taken precautions in advance. This cannot be blamed on Zhuo Yao; it is his mother who resolutely refused to provide the household registration book for us to formalize our relationship. Zhuo Yao even arranged for a friend from the civil affairs department to attempt to process it without the household registration book, but his mother had already taken precautions in advance

Xiao Li was playing with building blocks on the sofa. Those building blocks were purchased by Zhuo Yao from a convenience store by the seaside. He has a cleanliness obsession, especially regarding items used by children. He always wipes them down with a white dry towel and lets them sunbathe.

Whenever I think of the color white, I am reminded of the girl named Ye Jiebai

I am fine, perhaps I caught a chill at night, and with a headache, I should socialize less. Next time when I am busy, it would be good if Ji Dong could just give me a call. It's too late, you should go to bed early. I feel like a mother duck, my throat is hoarse and unclear, tears are falling like raindrops, pretending not to understand anything, I just want to have a good conversation with him

This small building is my most beloved home, without Zhuo Yao, it no longer feels like home

There is a small piece of text below the photo, written in very small font. Upon closer inspection, it reads as follows:

I will not be so foolish; I am not by Zhuoyao's side and cannot push him towards another woman

I gazed at the sight of them sitting together, feeling quite envious. Zhuo Yao, you can find a girl more beautiful than me after leaving me, but can I ever meet a man like you again

When the multimedia message finished loading, it clearly appeared before my eyes. There were two photos juxtaposed to form a contrast. One photo showed me holding a child in one arm and carrying a bag of pearls while walking on the beach, with a specific action captured that made me look as if I was struggling and enduring hardship. The adjacent photo featured Zhuo Yao sitting side by side with a beautiful and elegant girl at a luxurious banquet. He was not wearing the clothes I had prepared for him, but rather dressed in a very formal and grand outfit. Even in such an old-fashioned traditional suit, he looked handsome and striking. He sat upright, with a serious expression. The girl beside him, wearing a white evening gown and adorned with a pearl and diamond necklace, was Ye Jiebai.

It seems that they are still the legendary childhood sweethearts, inseparable since their youth

If I listen to Duoduo and take Xiao Li back to Zhuoyao's home in Shanghai, to meet his family again, and strive to gain their approval and support, Xiao Li is so adorable, looking just like Zhuoyao did when he was young, perhaps Lin Luyun will like Li Hui and thus give her tacit approval

At night, I unexpectedly fell asleep, sleeping on the cold floor, until I was awakened by the cold, without even a single dream. How wonderful it would be if I could dream; I could cry out loud in my dreams and ask him what exactly happened.

I believe I will have a shadow over white from now on

Regarding the identity of the child, it ultimately represents a kind of debt. My Xiao Li cannot bear the identity of an illegitimate child

"Hey, Song Bai, why are you butting in? Are you afraid of offending your boss and losing your job? Man Jun is my good sister, and now that she's in trouble, you still care about your own position. Just shut up!" Duo Duo fiercely reprimanded Song Bai.

Their quarrel left me even more devastated, so I quietly hung up the phone and turned it off. The child was sweetly asleep, his steady breathing soothing. I tucked him in with the blanket, turned off the light, and outside the window was an endless darkness and a lonely night

I apologize, bastard, women will no longer endure

A woman's intuition tells me that Ye Jiebai likes Zhuo Yao; such an intimate form of address is not something a dignified lady would express to a man she does not have feelings for

The number that sent the multimedia message is quite unfamiliar, but there is no need to guess; it was sent by Feng Bowen, who intends to make me sad, a scheme to sow discord.

My eyes hurt. Last night, that phone call from Duoduo, how I wish it were just a dream. Upon waking, Zhuoyao is still my dear husband. Within a distance of one zhang, he is my husband; beyond that, he is not. Whose theory is this? Zhuoyao is far away in Shanghai, yet he remains my husband. However, our marital relationship has not received legal recognition.

I spent two years in prison, endured a failed relationship, had my lawyer's license revoked, wandered alone through several cities in a state of disarray, experienced blindness for ten months, and gave birth to a child. My experiences are as rich and tattered as a piece of fabric riddled with countless holes

Feng Bowen, have you forgotten what I said? The evidence against you is still in the bank safe, and only I can retrieve it. As long as I submit that evidence to the court, I wonder how long you will remain so arrogant

I stared at this message, reading it word by word, fearing that I might miss a trace of his tenderness. After reading it once, I read it again, silently reciting it in my heart

When pressing the phone key, reply with four characters: Fish dead, net broken

I have booked a flight to Shanghai for the evening, and tickets are in short supply. Fortunately, I managed to secure one. I do not want to delay any longer; I just want to be as close to him as possible, to protect him. He once said that I am his guardian angel, and as long as I am by his side, no matter how great the disaster or danger, he will be safe and can escape unharmed

How many girls, in their youth and ignorance, have loved a scoundrel? At that time, we did not understand love, felt lonely, and longed for someone to accompany us to watch a midnight movie, to call and say goodnight before sleep. That scoundrel filled our void, his sweet words made us dizzy, and we thought that was love. We devoted ourselves without reservation, unaware that the nature of a scoundrel is to be a jerk, deceiving our initial pure yearning for love, and repeatedly attempting to take control.

She smiles radiantly, with white teeth and fair skin, her crescent-shaped eyes curving upward when she laughs, sweet and noble, like a princess

"Manjun, it's me. Why is your phone off? I was worried about you. Is your throat sore? Did you catch a cold? I'm sorry for not calling you; I've been too busy. I had a few drinks tonight and now I have a headache." His concern was as usual, a series of thoughtful inquiries, his emotions calm as if the man at the banquet was not him

Little fishing village, I may have to leave you for a while, perhaps for a long time, or perhaps just for a short period

Many things first evoke emotions, and then they become moving

I also prevented Zhuo Yao from obtaining a marriage certificate through other means. At that time, I truly felt that the marriage certificate was not very important to our relationship. If the feelings deteriorated, even with a marriage certificate, we could still get a divorce

Upon turning on my phone, I received two messages. The first one I saw was from Zhuo Yao, sent last night, a brief sentence: Man Jun, I am drunk, and when I close my eyes, all I see is your smiling face. I want to hear your voice, even if you scold me.

I cannot say that I have no complaints or reproaches against him; that would be impossible. He has not taken the initiative to explain, and he is still concealing the truth

Thinking of this, I revealed a faint smile. Whenever I reflect on our past, I am immensely convinced of our love. He has sacrificed so much for me; how could he not be steadfast? I returned to my room, burrowed into the quilt, and the sky outside had already begun to lighten. No matter the hour, I must forget—forget my doubts about him, forget the white leaves, and patiently wait for his return.

I hope that next time, I can walk side by side with Zhuoyao on the beach, holding Xiao Li's hand in between us, with our three different-sized footsteps leaving deep and shallow imprints on the sand

He asked me how I turned off the computer, but why didn't he mention that he also turned it off

I will fight to the death to uphold Zhuo Yao's reputation; I cannot allow him to be harmed. Everything arises because of me, and I cannot hide in this small fishing village waiting for him to return after a desperate battle. I have become incredibly strong, powerful like a general in armor, blocking the blades and shadows that threaten Zhuo Yao.

Who said that no one is important enough for me to deceive a little comic? Who said that when he encounters an attentive woman at a dinner party, he will turn the wedding ring on his ring finger to remind her that he is a man with a wife? Who said he will never, ever let me be unable to find him, that I only need to move my finger to hear him say I love you

If you are treacherous, I will be ruthless

If there must be arguments and disputes, I would prefer to do so face to face; shouting over the phone is utterly meaningless

I should at least inform Zhuo Yao before I go impulsively

Love makes a woman's heart soft, yet also resilient

In the early morning, the landline phone in the living room downstairs rang "ding ling ling ... ... ding ling ling," breaking the silence of the darkness

"Little darling, do you believe in Daddy? He loves you so much, how could he possibly not want us?" I said

I am not the kind of person who seeks revenge, even if Feng Bowen has treated me unjustly. I have never considered overturning my testimony from back then. However, if he dares to harm Zhuo Yao, I will not show any mercy

"Hello, who is this?" As soon as I spoke, I realized that my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't produce a normal sound. I cleared my throat and repeated it, but it was just a louder version of the hoarseness from the first time.

When I am a fool, Zhuo Yao, I am not your little fool

I was awakened in the morning by Xiao Li's kicking motion. He was stretching and kicking his legs while getting dressed. I lay beside him, gazing at him, a miniature version of Zhuo Yao, my little Zhuo Yao

He is drunk, and all he thinks about is me. I feel heartbroken and blame myself for not understanding him more. It must be due to social obligations; the company is facing troubles, and the tax department is coming to audit. Feng Bowen and Dai Jingjie are still pressing the company hard, surrounded by multiple attacks. He has his own unspoken difficulties. Moreover, at last night's banquet, I did not hear Zhuo Yao express his affection for that Ye Jiebai.

The photo resolution is clear enough, but I feel it's not satisfying enough. I have high-definition photos as well. When you see this multimedia message, these two photos are being printed overnight at the magazine's printing house. Soon, Tong Zhuoyao will bear the label of a heartless man who plays both sides. His reputation, his standing, his company, and his delusion of marrying Hong Ye to bring me down will all be ruined!

I am grateful to that bastard, for it is because of him that I came to realize how worthy and precious Zhuo Yao, whom I encountered later, truly is