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Kicked My Ex Away and Thrived Alone
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In my past life, I lived like a joke. I poured my heart and soul into loving Chen Mu Yang for ten years, married him for five, only to end up with him embracing Lin Weiwei and casually signing the divorce agreement while saying, "Ye Zi, Wei Wei can’t live without me. You should find someone truly suitable for you." Suitable? For fifteen years, I was nothing but a complete spare tire and an ATM. Lin Weiwei played the victim and pretended to be fragile, easily stealing my man and draining my finances. In the end, when I died in a car accident on the operating table, Chen Mu Yang didn’t even bother to visit me; he was too busy accompanying his Wei Wei on a trip abroad to relax. It seems that harboring resentment really does work; heaven actually let me open my eyes and return to my sophomore year—before all the tragedies began. This time, looking at the young face in the mirror filled with unwillingness, I smiled. Chen Mu Yang, Lin Weiwei, what you owe me, I will make you pay back double!
Buzz—
My phone vibrated under the desk, lighting up with the name "Wei Wei."
Chen Mu Yang beside me answered almost immediately, his voice low but unable to hide the tenderness: "What’s wrong, Wei Wei? Hmm, in class... Advanced Mathematics... A bit of a headache? Did you stay up late drawing again? You should go to bed earlier..."
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden hue on his sharply defined profile. In my past life, I could have gazed at him all day long. But now, all I felt was nausea.
He continued softly coaxing: "Don’t act spoiled; I’ll come find you after class and bring you your favorite strawberry cake... Be good."
After hanging up, he seemed to remember there was someone next to him and turned to glance at me with a slightly furrowed brow, showing a hint of routine indifference: "Ye Zi, where did the teacher get to?"
In the past, I would have been flattered and stammered while handing over my notes.
But this life...
I raised my hand and tapped my temple with my fingertip, giving him a smile that was as fake as it could be: "Chen Mu Yang, we’re all adults now. Isn’t it inappropriate to be whispering sweet nothings in class? Also," I paused, watching his expression stiffen instantly before leisurely adding, "if Lin Weiwei has a headache, you should suggest she see a doctor instead of buying her cake. High sugar and high calories aren’t good for recovery."
"You—" The warmth on Chen Mu Yang's face vanished completely, replaced by shock and a hint of offended anger. "Ye Zi, what do you mean? Wei Wei is just..."
"Just what?" I interrupted him, leaning slightly forward to meet his gaze directly. His eyes clearly reflected my current coldness mixed with sarcasm. "Just treating you like a tool who’s always at her beck and call? One phone call from her and you’d fly over like you have wings. Chen Mu Yang, how pathetic are you?"
"Bang!"
Chen Mu Yang slammed his hand on the desk and stood up abruptly. The loud noise silenced the entire lecture hall instantly; everyone turned to look at us. The old professor at the podium paused his writing, pushed up his glasses, and frowned disapprovingly.
"Ye Zi! What nonsense are you spouting!" He nearly growled through clenched teeth, his handsome face twisted with anger.
I remained seated calmly without even lifting my eyelids, leisurely flipping open my book: "What? Did I hit a nerve and make you angry out of shame?"
Whispers began to circulate around us. Chen Mu Yang had probably never lost face in front of so many people before—especially not in front of someone he always regarded as his obedient little follower.
"You’re unreasonable!" After struggling for a moment, he could only throw down that line before grabbing his phone and books off the desk and storming out with an ashen face.
The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang before bouncing back.
I watched his retreating figure with a cold smirk playing on my lips.
Chen Mu Yang, Lin Weiwei—this is just the beginning. The real show is yet to come.
I lowered my head and opened my brand-new Advanced Mathematics textbook, tracing familiar formulas with my fingertips. This time, I wouldn’t let anyone or anything interfere with me walking my own path. What I had once lost would be reclaimed by my own hands.
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