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She had been hiding too much from me, and I started to feel anxious. What exactly was this cheap wife of mine, whom I had hurriedly married after only six months of knowing each other, up to?
"Do you know the reason she quit her job?" I tried to pry some truth out of my colleagues.
"It seems she wanted to go back home to get married. The manager didn't approve her leave, so she just left," one of them replied.
That reason sounded plausible enough. Just as I was about to leave, the girl at the front desk suddenly muttered softly, "Strange, isn't Sister Jiao's husband not him?"
I immediately turned around. "What? Who?"
"Oh, nothing, I might have seen it wrong," she stammered.
Her eyes darted away, clearly lying.
"Are you talking about a guy who's about my height, has long hair, and wears glasses?" I described the boy who had been slapped by Jiao Li outside the restaurant that day.
"No, no, not him. He doesn't wear glasses and is shorter than you; he's a little chubby."
"When Sister Jiao left, he helped her carry things. Maybe I got it wrong," she added.
I tried hard to recall but couldn't remember anyone fitting that description. Jiao Li had never had male friends; she was afraid of interacting with boys. Growing up in an environment that favored boys over girls, combined with her mother raising her alone, made her withdrawn and only able to relate to girls.
I always thought my presence had saved her from her twisted psychology. Looking back now, I realized how self-important I had been.
Back at the office, I wore a frown.
Ma Shishi looked at me and curled her lip in dissatisfaction.
"Did you have a fight?"
"No."
"Then hurry up and get to work. Who are you trying to impress with that long face?"
"I..."
"What? Go look in the mirror; even your family's cucumbers aren't as long as your face!"
"Uh... how does your family even have cucumbers?"
Years of camaraderie made me unable to resist cracking a joke.
Being with her always made my worries dissipate quickly.
"What's your focus here?"
"On the cucumbers... I'm also wondering if there are eggplants, radishes, and little electric batons."
"Lu Xiaofan, are you itching for a fight?"
"Are you going to scratch it?"
"You want me to scratch that itch, huh?"
Ma Shishi extended her freshly painted red nails, the manicure so eye-catching that her fingertips looked like little spikes.
"I'll scratch it for you!"
With a sharp "rip," I felt a new mark appear on my arm; thankfully, she was gentle enough not to tear off a chunk of skin.
"It hurts, it hurts! Spare me! I won't do it again! Boss, big sister, mom! Real mom!"
I wailed dramatically.
"Hey! Good son, go help me make some coffee."
Ma Shishi clapped her hands in satisfaction and shooed me away like a dog.
Damn it, my dignity is nothing but a joke in Ma Shishi's office...
Yet somehow, after serving tea and coffee, I still felt refreshed all over.
Home!
Yes, home.
You wouldn't know unless you stayed away from home how quickly life can take a turn.
I pushed the door open, and Jiao Li was sitting on the windowsill, her phone aimed at me, playing a video. The footage showed Ma Shishi coming out of the bridal chamber that day. I didn't know when Jiao Li had accessed the surveillance footage from the hallway.
"Don't come any closer!" Jiao Li had one leg already swung out the window.
"I'm not coming over; just don't act impulsively," I said, nervously standing at the door, afraid to move.
"You lied to me! You betrayed me!"
"You said there would never be suspicion or betrayal between us. I trusted you so much..."
She started to cry, trembling all over.
"Come down first; let's talk this through."
We lived on the fourth floor—not too high, but if she jumped, she could end up dead or severely injured. Jiao Li had never been this agitated before; she was always the obedient girl at home or work.
"What else is there to say?"
Her voice turned sharp.
"Today a colleague called me and said you came to the company looking for me. Are you investigating me?"
"You even froze my salary card. You're suspecting me, aren't you?"
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