Three years into living in a basement with Julian, I found a deed to a villa under his desk. Suddenly, a barrage of comments flashed before my eyes: [LMAO, the female side character probably thinks this is a birthday gift for her. Does she really think she can live in a villa with her poor vibe?] [The male lead would rather squeeze into a dark and damp basement himself to give the female lead the best material conditions. In his heart, the female lead is forever the little princess who needs pampering! Boohoo, I ship them so hard!] [A down-and-out boy turned popular singer vs. a fallen proud little princess. Can't wait to see the male and female leads get intimate in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the balcony!] My breath hitched. I dialed Julian's number, but heard his friend teasing him: "You bought a villa for your childhood sweetheart but gave your girlfriend a postcard worth two bucks. Aren't you afraid she'll make a scene?" Julian chuckled lightly, saying with certainty: "No, Mia has always been gentle and sensible. Besides, she's used to suffering with me." "Unlike Yola, who was pampered growing up. She's delicate and needs someone to spoil her." At that moment, the seven-year relationship suddenly felt exhausting. I turned around and dialed a number: "Dad, I've decided to take over the family company." 1 Julian didn't seem to realize he had answered my call. The conversation continued. That person pressed on: "Pouring your heart out for your childhood sweetheart... We're all men here, I don't believe you don't have any feelings for her." "Are you really willing to just marry Mia like this? You've been dating for seven years, aren't you tired of it?" Julian was silent for a while. "It's different. One is a dream, the other is reality." "Mia loves me very much. She's obedient and sensible. I must be responsible for her." Others laughed and praised him for being a devoted lover. The lively and noisy atmosphere continued. I pressed the hang-up button only to realize my hands and feet were cold. 2 When Julian came back, he smelled of alcohol. Tipsiness climbed up his fair cheeks. He came over to hold my hand gently as usual. I dodged him. He saw the property deed on the coffee table at a glance. His eyes flickered, but his tone was frank, without a trace of guilt: "Yola's family went bankrupt. It's not easy for a young girl like her in New York. Besides, her parents sponsored me when I was young. Rationally and emotionally, I should lend a hand." "Just lending a hand, is it necessary to give a villa?" Julian frowned: "Yola grew up being pampered. I can't let a young girl like her live in a basement like me, can I?" I suddenly realized. So he also knew not to let girls live in a basement. Living here with Julian for three years, I had complained too. But Julian said the damp and cramped environment could make his inspiration explode and create good works. So I endured the moldy air and cockroaches that made me tremble with fear for three years. Love makes one brave. When not loved, it becomes a joke. Julian unzipped his jacket and took out a huge baked sweet potato. "I know you like to eat this. I made a special detour to buy it. It's still hot." "Today is your birthday. Let's not be unhappy because of irrelevant people, okay?" Before I could speak, Julian's phone rang. I only heard an arrogant female voice. Not knowing what was said, Julian pressed his brow helplessly, but there was a smile on his face: "You really know how to torment people!" "Got it, coming right over." Hanging up the phone, Julian glanced at me, his smile fading a lot. He leaned over and hurriedly planted a kiss on my forehead. "A friend has an emergency. I'll go help. I'll be back later to cut the cake with you." He picked up his jacket and left in a hurry. But the birthday gift was left behind. A postcard with a hand-drawn QR code inside. Scanned it with my phone, and a melodious melody slowly rippled in the damp air. There were two lines of Julian's handwriting on the card: [I always said I would write an exclusive birthday song for you, and this year I finally did it.] [Happy birthday, thank you for always being with me.] So he still remembered this promise. I looked up, but saw the constantly refreshing comments: [I'm really speechless. Why does the female side character want to grab everything? It's clearly a song inspired by the male lead's reunion with the female lead. How did it become hers? Shameless!] [Why is this female side character so possessive of other people's money? The male lead can spend the money he earns however he wants. It's annoying to see her long face all day.] [Hehe, the male lead went to help the proud little princess tune the piano. As everyone knows, tuning the piano equals flirting. Piano play is just around the corner!] I opened Julian's WeChat. He doesn't like posting on Moments, except for four words posted half a month ago: [Seeing the sunshine again.] But that day was rainy. According to the comments, that was the day he reunited with Yola. The sweet potato was completely cold. I didn't touch it. I tore the postcard into pieces and threw it into the trash can. The comments scolded me for not knowing what's good for me. 3 A month ago, I discovered strange bullet comments. They said Julian had a childhood "white moonlight" (the one who got away), the love of his life. At first, I didn't believe the strange comments. Until Julian really brought back a girl. And according to the comments, I found the villa Julian bought for her. 4 I pieced together the complete story from the comments. Julian and Yola are the male and female leads of a sweet romance novel. Julian's parents worked as servants in the York family. Young Julian's inferiority complex made him afraid to approach Yola, only able to watch from afar. Until the York family went bankrupt and Yola became an orphan, their statuses reversed when they met again. But in Julian's heart, Yola is always the treasure he needs to cherish and love. And I, Mia Wen, am just Julian's second choice, a compromise. When he met Yola, he realized he couldn't compromise in this life. Julian didn't come back all night. Near noon, a young girl came to the door. Dressed in an exquisite Chanel-style suit, just the ordinary hairpin on her hair cost five thousand dollars. From the comments, I learned this was the female lead, Yola York. "I'm here to get something." After entering, she fanned her nose in disgust. She walked straight to the rightmost room. "You can't enter this room." This is Julian's recording studio. He never lets outsiders in. Once my pearl necklace broke and rolled into the room. When I went in to pick it up, Julian got very angry. After I stopped Yola, she clicked her tongue irritably and video-called Julian in front of me. "Julian, are you annoying? You let me come, but your girlfriend stopped me from entering!" After saying a few words, the girl shoved the phone directly into my hand. "Let Yola in. I asked her to get something for me." In the video, Julian looked at me, his tone gentle: "Mia, the rock band guys are gathering tonight. Come with me." Before I could speak, Yola grabbed the phone: "I want to go too. Julian, take me with you!" A commanding tone. Julian was not angry. He curled his lips indulgently: "Stop it, that circle is messy, full of hooligans." Yola pouted and stopped talking. I silently watched her take a small bag from the recording studio. When she walked to the door, she suddenly looked back. Her eyes were somewhat contemptuous: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in your boyfriend. Julian is just a dog of mine. Are you women tired of fighting over men all day?" "Let me remind you kindly, girls should know self-love. No matter what environment you are in, you should dress up and please yourself." The comments went crazy again: [Great, it's dog-taming literature, we are saved!] [Baby sister hasn't figured it out yet. Looking forward to the day she rides the male lead like a dog~] [This female side character is really something. Dressing so sloppily every day, who is she disgusting? It counts as a work injury for the male lead to sleep with her, right?] [It's so cool to hear the female lead refuse female competition! I love it to death!] I looked down at my outfit. Home T-shirt and wide-leg pants, comfortable and casual. How did it become sloppy? I met her gaze neither humble nor arrogant. "Miss York, everything you eat, wear, use, and live in now is Julian's money, right? Objectively speaking, half of that belongs to me." Yola blushed with anger. Unsurprisingly, I was scolded from head to toe by the comments again.
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