During my peak "love-brain" year, my boyfriend gave my $5,000 scholarship bonus to his childhood sweetheart. I didn't even make a scene. That night, his best friend, unable to stand it anymore, posted on his Instagram Story: [Show me a screenshot of your breakup text, and come collect $5,000 from me.] My boyfriend didn't care, asking him what new meme he was playing with. He didn't reply. But I squatted on the roadside, staring at that story for a long, long time. After all, I was exactly $5,000 short for my grandmother's medical bills. I had insomnia until 3 AM. Finally, I carefully sent a message to his best friend: [Hi, is the offer still valid?] 1 This was the first message I ever sent to Lucas Sterling after adding him. As soon as I sent it, I regretted it a little. Because Lucas Sterling hated love-brained people the most. And I was notoriously love-brained in their circle, having been a simp for Ethan Carter for three years. I even tried to build good relationships with all of Ethan's bros just to understand his preferences better. Only this Lucas was the coldest to me. Back then, Ethan warned me casually: "He doesn't like people like you. Don't throw yourself at him; you can't afford to offend him." So after Lucas accepted my friend request, I was too scared to even say hello. But tonight, I sent him the first message. It was already 3 AM. Lucas had a disciplined schedule; he was probably asleep. I hesitated. Should I unsend it before he sees it? Just as my finger touched the screen. Unexpectedly, a reply came. Very concise: [Screenshot.] A tone of undeniable authority, like a CEO giving orders. I felt inexplicably intimidated. After all, among all of Ethan's friends, only Lucas had taken over his family business at such a young age. I dared not offend him. I subconsciously replied: [Okay, please wait a moment.] Then I quickly opened Ethan's chat box and sent him a message: [Let's break up.] After sending it, I stunned myself for two seconds. From pursuing Ethan to becoming his girlfriend. Even when I was wronged or angry, I couldn't bear to say the word "breakup" to him. I never thought that in the end, I would say this sentence because of a dramatic Instagram Story. Ethan was still up, replying almost instantly: [?] [Wendy, trying a new trick this time?] I didn't dare make Lucas wait long, so I replied quickly: [No joke, I'm serious.] After that, I took a screenshot. Then I sent it to Lucas. There was no reply for a moment. I couldn't help but feel nervous. Ethan was still messaging me: [Just because of a scholarship bonus of a few thousand dollars, you're doing this?] [Did you promise me not to use breaking up to threaten me?] I pursed my lips, planning to defend myself. Lucas finally sent another message: [Delete contact.] At the end, he added: [Screen record the blocking process, collect another $5,000.] So, I ignored Ethan's messages, quickly deleted and blocked him. Then I sent the screen recording proof to Lucas. The next second, a notification of $10,000 deposit into my bank account rang. From beginning to end, he didn't say an extra word to me. Just to solve a love-brained person who made him unbearable. 2 The next day. I stopped clinging to Ethan and went back to being a loner. That evening after class, he blocked me at the school gate. Ethan looked down at me irritably: "Wendy, you've got guts, daring to delete me?" I explained seriously: "We've broken up." He was impatient: "Just because of a scholarship, do you have to be like this?" I took a deep breath and said word by word: "Ethan, but that could have been the surgery fee for my grandma." Ethan paused abruptly. Immediately, the little childhood sweetheart beside him held his arm, apologizing to me in panic: "I'm sorry, Wendy. I... I didn't know it was so important." "I'm really sorry. I'll return the money to you. Don't be mad at Ethan, okay?" Ethan recovered and frowned: "You don't need to apologize. The scholarship is yours." After speaking, seeing my silence, he softened his tone rarely: "...This matter is my fault, but she needs the scholarship more than you. She needs to use this to prove her ability to her family." "Wendy, be sensible. I'll pay for your grandma's money?" Being with him for so long, Ethan rarely compromised like this. But every time he said this, I would soften and forgive him. This time, he even promised to help pay for Grandma's surgery. It seemed that no matter what, I shouldn't throw a tantrum anymore and should obediently make up with him. I pursed my lips, about to say something. But when I looked up, I saw Lucas standing not far behind Ethan. Through the crowd, he looked at me with extreme coldness. As if daring me to nod and agree, he would rush over and beat me up. Ethan followed my gaze, then surprised: "Lucas, why are you here? Weren't you going to the company today?" Seeing this, Lucas walked forward and explained lightly: "There's something at school that needs supervision." Ethan didn't mind. A few seconds later, remembering something, he asked casually: "By the way, what did you mean by that story you posted last night? Did anyone really send you a screenshot?" Lucas's gaze swept over me. I hurriedly lowered my head, not speaking. Then I heard him reply indifferently: "Yeah, there was." Maybe Lucas's attitude was too natural. Ethan didn't think much and turned his gaze back to me. Actually, even if Lucas didn't come specifically to supervise me, I would have kept my promise. Three years of feelings were long; I always dared not give up. But since I took the money and broke up last night, I wouldn't go back on my word. So, braving Lucas's gaze, I said seriously to Ethan: "I've gathered the money. Breaking up is not a joke." "Ethan, let's stop here." 3 After that, I didn't see Ethan again. Naturally, meetings with Lucas became even fewer. Grandma's surgery was very successful, and she was discharged after recuperating in the hospital for a while. Suddenly, broke up with Ethan, Grandma recovered. Life suddenly became empty. Apart from classes and part-time jobs, there was nothing else. But I said it. I am a love-brain and a simp. Giving up a relationship suddenly, as if missing a spiritual pillar, made me unaccustomed. Just like in high school, always needing to find a crush. Not dating, just pure crushing. This can add motivation to my study and life. So when another one of Ethan's bros, Xavier, found me, blinking and asking "Can you be with me," I agreed. He treated me well, bought me flowers and gifts, and hired the best therapist in the state to take care of Grandma. When I was young, my parents left me to go abroad. Every time school let out, other kids had parents to pick them up. But Grandma had bad legs, so I usually walked home slowly by myself. Later, Grandma got sick, and her memory became poor. Finally, she didn't even remember me. And Xavier would wait at my classroom door every day after school, and would boil soup for me according to recipes when I was sick. In a trance, I felt that I was also being loved. After recovering, to repay him. I decided to make a batch of my best cookies for him. Carrying the bag to the basketball court, I was looking for Xavier. The next second, the bag in my hand was empty. Ethan unscrewed the jar cap skillfully, complaining: "Why cookies again? I'm sick of eating them." "Now you finally willing to talk to me?" I frowned, reaching out to him: "Give it back." He was displeased: "Still angry?" Immediately, Xavier grabbed the bag from his hand: "Ethan, forgot to tell you, she is my girlfriend now." Ethan froze, finally reacting. The raised corner of his mouth flattened, sneering at Xavier: "What, you lack a simp that much?" Xavier was noncommittal, opened the cookie box to look, and smiled at me with curved eyes: "Thanks Wendy. What do you want to eat later? I'll take you." Ethan looked at me again: "Copying the same set you used to chase me? Wendy, can you be a bit more creative as a simp?" As soon as the words fell, I felt a burning gaze on me. It was Lucas. He changed clothes and came out after playing, just in time to hear Ethan's words. At this moment, he was frowning at me. As if asking me with hatred why my love brain acted up again. Although I felt Ethan's words just now were slander, facing Lucas, I still felt inexplicably guilty. Xavier protected me behind him, looking at Ethan disapprovingly: "What simp or not, Wendy obviously likes me too much to make me cookies." After speaking, he patted my head: "Wait here obediently, I'll go change clothes and take you to eat." Ethan snorted coldly and turned to the changing room. Suddenly, only Lucas and I were left here. I was still afraid of him. Mustered up courage to greet him, then fell into silence again. And he didn't leave. Just as I was scrolling through my phone randomly to hide my embarrassment, he walked slowly in front of me. "Wendy." I looked up at the sound. He said to me with a flat tone: "Xavier is the same as Ethan, not a good person." I froze. Heard a trace of disapproval in his indifferent tone. I couldn't help recalling the time I spent with Xavier. He was really good to me. Just hiring a therapist for Grandma was enough for me to thank him. It was impossible for me to break up with him directly just because of Lucas's sentence. Even taking a step back, actions speak louder than words. So I still shook my head and smiled politely at him: "It's different this time. He treats me really well..." Lucas closed his eyes. On that face that usually had no expression, a trace of rare irritability appeared. Seemed to think I was hopeless, extremely love-brained. At this time, Xavier finished packing and came out. I stood up hurriedly. Before leaving, thinking about it, I still whispered to him: "Our relationship is very stable now, but thank you for your kindness." Lucas didn't look at me again, his tone returning to normal: "Believe it or not. "Don't misunderstand, I just purely can't stand love brains. I won't meddle anymore in the future." 4 After that, Lucas indeed never looked for me again. After the final exams, Xavier planned to take me on a trip to Europe. We visited many cities and countries. He went along with me everywhere, following my opinions. Until the third day in London. I found his new canary in his phone. We had our first quarrel. After the fight, he dumped me on the strange streets of London. I squatted blankly on the street corner, dazing for a long time. Wanted to stand up, but my legs were numb. Accidentally, my calf hit a sharp stone nearby. I sniffled, simply sat on the stone, waiting for the pain to pass while looking down to edit a long text to Xavier. Just halfway through editing, a shadow enveloped me. I looked up. Lucas, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, stood in front of me. Looking down, staring at my chat page with an unclear expression. Stunned for two seconds, I remembered he had warned me, but I didn't listen. Embarrassed, I wanted to hide the phone behind my back. He reached out to me, tone unquestionable: "Give me the phone." I felt inexplicably scared, obediently handing over the phone. His gaze swept over the long text I wrote halfway, then deleted it all. Words to me were concise as always: "$10,000. Break up, block, I take you back home." Saying this, he helped me edit a new message: [Break up.] A second before pressing send, he asked my opinion symbolically: "Okay?" I nodded dumbly: "Okay." So he sent the message, deleted and blocked, all in one go. After doing these, the atmosphere fell into a brief silence. He called seemingly to arrange something. After hanging up, he explained to me lightly: "I have a meeting tomorrow, it will end the day after tomorrow." After speaking, he paused and asked me: "Do you have a place to stay?" I shook my head. After being dumped on the street, I hadn't got my luggage back, let alone booked a new hotel. He said: "Then stay at my place first, take you back the day after tomorrow." Then, he noticed the wound on my leg. "Wait here, I'll go buy medicine." Ten minutes later, he came back. Lucas squatted in front of me, his palm easily controlling my ankle to prevent me from moving. The other hand held a cotton swab and gently pressed on my wound. Almost finished applying, a voice suddenly came from behind. Xavier returned, surprise in his eyes now: "Lucas, why are you here?" As he spoke, his gaze fell on my leg held by Lucas, smiling and asking: "Why are you holding my girlfriend's leg?"
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