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Xu Wenmo is not the kind of person who can be easily overlooked in a crowd, even if she tries to keep a low profile. Her beauty often attracts the attention of men and repels women, and she is so unapproachable. Regardless of whether they admire her or despise her, people are eager to tarnish her reputation and dig up her dirty past to satisfy their own insecurities.
Indeed, such things can happen; being molested for a year in childhood likely involved more than just verbal teasing. Molestation can imply many things, and human imagination can be particularly powerful at times. What specific forms of molestation did Xu Wenmo endure during that year?
This is truly a topic worth exploring and quite interesting.
In the post, I spoke vaguely and did not provide any evidence, but the comments below filled in the gaps for me.
"Is it really okay to expose someone else's privacy like this?"
"No wonder she seems so aloof; after a year, her psyche must be twisted."
"Damn, I thought she was some pure and virtuous saint. Good thing I didn't pursue her; otherwise, I'd have a field of grass on my head."
"Forget it; she has a boyfriend now."
"I feel sorry for her boyfriend."
"Same here."
"Same here."
"I wonder what her boyfriend thinks when he sees this post. Haha."
"He probably doesn't dare to think about it."
"Upstairs, hahaha."
"Hehehe."
I leaned back in my chair, covering my mouth as I laughed. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening echoed through the hall. My hand holding the mouse trembled violently, and I almost jumped up instinctively wanting to rush out. But before I could leave my seat, I regained my composure, quickly closed the forum page, deleted my browsing history, opened a video app, randomly selected a movie, and propped my chin up with one hand, feigning boredom.
The sound of leather shoes on the wooden floor approached the study—step by step, it weighed on my heart.
Creak—The door opened, and Mr. Xu appeared at the entrance after I had endured nearly sixty hours of anticipation.
I jumped up in surprise and rushed towards him like a moth to a flame. “Mr. Xu, you’re finally back!”
Mr. Xu let me cling to him without returning the embrace or pushing me away. Once I released his neck, he asked, “What are you doing?”
“Just bored, watching a movie,” I replied nonchalantly, forcing a smile as if nothing had happened.
His gaze towards me was complex. I looked back at him, hoping he could see my restrained affection in my eyes. After a long moment, he stroked my mouth with his thumb. “Haven’t been sleeping well these past few days? Look at those dark circles under your eyes; you’re still young but it looks terrible.”
I hurriedly pressed under my eyes and shook my head. “No, I’ve been sleeping well.”
Using retreat as an advance is indeed a clever way to play the victim.
Mr. Xu rubbed my head, took a few steps inside, glanced at the computer screen, turned back to me, and said, "Let's go upstairs; I'm really tired."
"Okay," I replied, running to the desk to turn off the computer. Then I linked my arm with Mr. Xu's and we climbed the stairs together.
We did nothing but lie quietly on the bed. Mr. Xu seemed truly exhausted; he fell into a deep sleep shortly after resting his head on the pillow.
I turned to my side and carefully studied his sleeping features.
There were a few strands of white hair at his temples, and fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but his brows remained strong and handsome, and the bridge of his nose was still prominent. He pressed his lips tightly together, and the contours of his face appeared somewhat stern, as if he maintained a cautious habit even in his dreams.
This is the man I love; I wish to accompany him for a lifetime, dedicating my youth, innocence, and beauty entirely to him.
If one day he leaves me... if one day he leaves me, whether through separation or death, my existence would no longer hold any meaning.
"Wake up." I tied on an apron and held a wooden spoon in my hand when I turned around to see Mr. Xu sleepily walking into the kitchen.
"What time is it?"
"It's past nine," I glanced at the electronic clock in the living room. "It's nine forty."
"What are you making?" Mr. Xu leaned closer.
"Chicken soup. I went to the supermarket earlier and happened to see some chicken, so I bought one. You looked so tired when you came back; you need to replenish your energy. It's too fancy for me to make properly, so just make do with it."
Mr. Xu smiled gently, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder. "It smells good."
"What are you talking about? I've just started cooking; it hasn't even developed any flavor yet."
"I meant you," he said, nibbling on my earlobe.
I jumped slightly, almost dropping the wooden spoon into the pot, and rubbed my head against his face. "That tickles! Stop messing around and go relax in the living room; I'll cook a few more dishes for you."
"You'll definitely be a good wife and mother in the future."
I was taken aback and forced a smile, not wanting to continue that topic.
"Don't get busy just yet; I have something to tell you."
A bad premonition arose within me; I feared that Xu Wenmo had indeed told him something that would lead him to decide to give up on me.
"Let's wait," I said, looking at the pot. "Whatever it is, let's talk after dinner."
He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright," he released my waist and stepped out of the kitchen, sitting on the sofa in the living room. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from under the coffee table and turned on the TV, switching channels while smoking continuously.
I let out a slight sigh; the gun was already aimed at my forehead, and all I hoped for was that the bullet would take its time before firing.
Afterward, we quietly finished our meal. I took my time to clean up the dishes, pouring dish soap into the sink and scrubbing each item thoroughly before rinsing them off. I shook off the water, dried my hands on my apron, removed the apron, took a deep breath, and then walked out of the kitchen into the living room.
Mr. Xu was waiting for me in the living room. I instinctively sat down next to him, but before I could settle onto the sofa, he pointed to the seat across from him and said, "Sit there; let's have a good talk."
I froze in embarrassment for a moment before replying, "Okay," and got up to sit on the opposite sofa.
Mr. Xu's expression was serious as he lit a cigarette and smoked slowly. In the faint blue smoke, his demeanor appeared increasingly hazy.
After a long while, he said, "Xiao Mo came to see me; she knows about us. Did you tell her?"
I shook my head. "No, she came to the dormitory looking for me, and a classmate accidentally let it slip."
He thought for a moment and nodded. "That's true; she is a smart kid." After a pause, he asked, "Do you know what she said to me?"
"Did she tell you to leave me?" I answered cautiously.
He shook his head again without directly responding and instead said, "Do you know where I went on this business trip?"
"You didn't tell me."
"I went back to Zhaotong to see your Aunt Liu."
"Does she know about us? Did Xiao Mo tell her?" I asked impatiently.
He shook his head again. "You guessed wrong; Xiao Mo neither pressured me to break up with you nor told your Aunt Liu about this."
"Then what did she talk to you about?" I was somewhat puzzled; how could Xu Wenmo be so kind as to tolerate my relationship with her father?
"She advised me to divorce her mother," Mr. Xu's gaze was very distant, as if he were recalling that moment.
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