I was spoiled rotten by my family, and I never treated my fiancé like a proper human being. If his tone was too harsh, I cried. If he didn't report his schedule to me on time, I cried. If he was too aggressive in bed, I cried. Until one day, I started seeing lines of floating text like live-stream comments. [Doesn't the male lead prefer resilient, innocent girls? How can he stand this spoiled, arrogant heiress for so long?] [Ugh, I seriously can't stand the female supporting character. When is the male lead going to bankrupt her family for the true heroine?!] [I really want to see this spoiled princess end up as a beggar on the streets~ Hahaha.] Bankrupt? A beggar? No way, absolutely not. Terrified, I stopped throwing tantrums and picking fights with him, and I actively started keeping my distance. But to my surprise, he became incredibly paranoid, convinced that "wild dogs" outside were trying to seduce me. He even started gaslighting me constantly: "Those wild men out there are only after your money and your looks." "Only me—I let you use me however you want, and every cent I earn is just for you to spend." 1 When the floating comments appeared, I had just finished undressing and was begging him to play some special games with me. "Darling~ Everyone else has tried it, I want to try playing like that too." "If you don't agree, I'm going to cry right here and show you..." Before I could finish my threat, I saw the comments. I was so startled I almost bit my tongue. Arthur held my waist, sighed, and his tone was a bit heavy: "No. Stop messing around." [Even though I really want to see it, I just want to say, this kind of 'service' is strictly reserved for the true heroine. The supporting character is asking for way too much.] [Just thinking about the 'blissful' life the male and female leads are going to have according to the synopsis makes me drool.] I instinctively looked down at the man in front of me. The thought that he would be intimate with someone else in the future made me feel incredibly wronged. But then I recalled the very first comments I saw... My family was going to be bankrupted by Arthur in the future, and I, a spoiled princess, was going to become a beggar. Compared to that, Arthur getting intimate with someone else didn't seem so important anymore. I pouted, my mind racing, but the more I thought about it, the more wronged I felt. This bastard was going to bankrupt my family for another woman. But once I thought it through, I still compromised. I carefully climbed off him. I timidly pulled the covers over myself. Arthur watched my series of movements, stunned for a moment. It took him a good while to squeeze out a few words: "It's only eleven o'clock." I was an addict. Once I got a taste, I would keep him up until midnight every time, refusing to let him sleep until he had served me perfectly. I turned around and looked at him with teary eyes. I acted exceptionally understanding: "I was being unreasonable. I disturbed your rest. You should go to sleep early." He didn't say a word, his face just turning exceptionally dark. After speaking, I even thoughtfully pulled the covers up over him. Then I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. 2 But I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing anything. I always liked sleeping naked, but in the past, Arthur hated it the most. At first, whenever I slept naked, he would get frustrated and get up to take cold showers multiple times a night. He'd even scold me and tell me to put some clothes on. But every time, I'd cry, put them on feeling indignant, then take them off again, and yell at him fiercely: "This is how I sleep in my own house! If you don't like it, don't sleep with me!" Then I'd sulk by myself, and Arthur would ultimately have to compromise. Thinking about it now, he probably thought I was dirty, which is why he took so many showers. I threw off the covers. He opened his eyes and instinctively reached out his hand toward me. I completely ignored it and started to get up to put some clothes on. Looking at the sexy nightgown draped over the foot of the bed, I hesitated not at all and went straight to the closet to dig out a long-sleeved, long-pants pajama set. After buttoning the very top button of the pajamas. Arthur finally spoke: "Why are you putting clothes on?" I looked at him, smiled, and said naturally: "To sleep, duh!" Meeting his surprised and confused gaze, I thoughtfully added: "Otherwise, I can just go sleep in the guest room." I thought he would be thrilled that I was finally letting him get a peaceful night's sleep. Instead, he got up with a stony face and took long strides toward me. "I don't have any morning meetings tomorrow. I'm not going to the office until the afternoon." "Stop throwing a tantrum." I looked at him, not understanding what his explanation was supposed to mean. But I caught a subtle difference in his tone. It was unhappiness and impatience. I had seen a lot of floating comments earlier. One of them mentioned that the "true heroine" everyone was talking about was currently working as an intern assistant right by Arthur's side. His unhappiness... could it be because he couldn't wait to go see that heroine tomorrow morning? In the past, I used to complain a lot about Arthur being too busy. I even threatened to break off the engagement and find someone else for a corporate marriage who had time to keep me company. Because of that, Arthur had no choice but to take half a day off every few days just to stay home with me. Which resulted in him frequently having to work overtime until midnight. Thinking about it, I decided I better be more understanding now. Otherwise, he'd just grow to hate me more and more. Once he caught feelings for the heroine, I'd really become a beggar. I've only lived the good life for twenty-something years; I haven't had enough yet. Even though my heart felt uncomfortable, I forced down the sour feeling, pouted, and said: "You... you should go to work early tomorrow. You don't need to stay with me." The moment the words left my mouth, Arthur's face turned completely black, like the bottom of a cast-iron skillet. "What are you throwing a fit about now?" I didn't say anything, just looked straight up at him. He looked down at me, turned around, and walked away. The moment the door closed, his tone was far from pleasant. "Chloe, my patience has limits. I can't keep indulging your baseless tantrums forever." 3 I was heartbroken for a long time because of that sentence. I tossed and turned all night, unable to figure out where exactly I had thrown a tantrum. I was clearly being so understanding. But eventually, I managed to fall asleep. When I got up in the morning, I opened the door of the adjacent guest room. I wandered around the 3,000-square-foot penthouse. There was no sign of Arthur. He really couldn't wait to get to the office to see that heroine. I listlessly ate the breakfast left for me in the microwave. Still fuming, I turned around and texted my older brother. [I want to break off the engagement with Arthur!] My brother immediately blew up when he saw the message and FaceTimed me right away. "Tell me, did that bastard Arthur make you angry again?!" I didn't dare tell my brother about the floating comments. Feeling stifled and suffocated, my lips trembled, and I burst into tears, crying out: "He doesn't love me at all." My brother nagged and coaxed me for a long time. Finally, he asked with heartache: "Do you really not want to be with him anymore?" I nodded. He added: "Then we'll call it off!" "But our family's joint project with the Sterling family isn't finished yet. Let's milk them for a huge sum, and then call it off, okay? Then you can use the money we made off him to keep ten or eight toy boys. That'll piss him off." "How dare he not love my family's little princess! The audacity!" I thought about it. The sky is big, the earth is big, but money is the biggest. Delaying the breakup a bit was fine. "Chloe, let me tell you something. Men are nothing. In this world, besides our dad and me, no man is reliable." The next second, I saw my brother transfer five million dollars to my account. I beamed, nodding furiously: "Mhm! I knew you loved me the most." I flatteringly kissed my phone screen several times. 4 Meanwhile, at the company, Arthur had checked his phone who knows how many times. He had been at the office for a full four hours today, and the message in the chat box: [Breakfast is in the microwave, remember to eat.] Remained unanswered. Not to mention, there was no sign of the usual 'good morning' or the routine check-in messages. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he picked up his phone and checked the home security cameras. He saw the person who was "throwing a tantrum" last night lounging on the sofa with her legs crossed, laughing so hard she was shaking. She was kissing her phone screen over and over again, saying affectionately: "I love you the most." When a male voice from the phone on the camera feed replied, "I love you the most too!" Arthur completely lost it. The veins on the hand gripping the phone bulged instantly. With a loud smack, he threw the phone onto the desk. He leaned back helplessly in his chair, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and exhaled a heavy breath. As if forcefully suppressing the raging fire in his heart, he said through gritted teeth: "So that's how it is." "Chloe, you've really done it this time." 5 Since I had made up my mind to break the engagement, I needed to start keeping my distance from Arthur immediately. So I didn't send him a single message all day. Even when he got off work, I didn't urge him to hurry home. After taking a fragrant bath, I very sensibly moved all my things to another guest bedroom. Just as I finished packing, I pulled out my phone. I saw several messages from Arthur. [Do you want some wontons from Joyful Dumplings?] [I'll buy some on my way home.] [???] [Or I can come back and pick you up, and we can eat at the restaurant?] ... [You're not home?] There was only a camera in the living room. I had been busy in the bedroom packing my clothes and cosmetics the whole time. I hadn't even turned on the lights in the living room. I looked at the long string of messages that came after. [Where did you go?] [Reply.] [It's going to rain tonight, come home early.] ... [Friends are hosting a get-together, I'll be home late.] [Never mind, I'm not coming home.] Seeing the last message, I quickly typed a reply. [Okay.] The moment the message sent, Arthur's call came in. His tone was extremely displeased: "The message I just sent meant I'm not coming home tonight." I nodded and said flatly: "I know!" He added: "I'm going out drinking." I obediently replied with an "Okay." There was a long silence on the other end, followed by a beep as he hung up the phone. Not long after, the front door of the penthouse opened. Arthur threw his car keys onto the entryway table with a clack. When he looked up and saw me at home, the expression on his face softened significantly. I looked him up and down and saw he was carrying a takeout box from Joyful Dumplings. I was stunned: "Didn't you say you were going out drinking?" He looked at me, his lips pressed into a thin line, and said casually: "I got stood up." I blinked, looking at the takeout box in his hand. He looked down: "I passed by and picked it up on the way." Joyful Dumplings was in the night market district on the Southside, but our penthouse and his company were downtown, and his company was more towards the Northside. This "on the way" was a bit of a stretch. He opened the box, and sure enough, it was the small wontons. I used to love the wontons from that place the most, but they didn't offer delivery, so you always had to go buy them yourself. In the past, whenever I got hungry in the middle of the night, I'd threaten Arthur to go buy them for me. If he didn't want to go, I'd throw a fit and say: "If you don't go, it means you don't love me." Even though he was reluctant, by the time I finished taking a shower, he would already have his clothes on and be out the door to buy them for me. But today, I didn't really have the appetite for them. In the afternoon, my brother had ordered a ton of food for me: cupcakes, boba tea, and some unhealthy but delicious junk food. Now my stomach was completely full, and I had zero appetite. He watched me not taking a bite for a long time, then turned to look at the various takeout bags and boxes on the coffee table. He frowned, turned around, and started cleaning them up. "Eat less garbage..." Before he could finish, he saw the name "Mr. Q" on the delivery receipts. His hand froze, and he took a deep breath: "Junk food." He gritted his teeth, and after a long pause, added: "Especially when it's ordered by some shady character." Every word sounded like it was ground out from between his teeth. I wasn't happy hearing that. "Those are all my favorite foods." He scoffed: "Are you two that close already? He even knows what you like to eat." I nodded matter-of-factly: "Of course. Besides my dad, he's the man who loves me the most in the world." That sentence seemed to trigger something in him. With a bang, he threw my unfinished boba tea into the trash can. When he turned around, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot. 6 He went back to the bedroom and saw that all my things had been moved out. He came out with a dark face again. "Where's your stuff?" I blinked, the boba he just threw in the trash still in my mouth. I thought it was a waste, so I fished it out. Luckily, there was nothing else in the trash can, so it was still drinkable. Arthur looked at the untouched wontons on the dining table, then looked at me. His anger spiked: "Is the stuff he orders really that good?!" I nodded: "It's delicious." The door was slammed shut with a bang again. If it were my usual temper, if he dared to throw a fit at me, I would have torn the roof off. I took a huge sip and puffed my cheeks out: "I'm going to drink it! I'm going to drink a huge gulp!" But half an hour later, I was completely dumbfounded looking at the twenty cups of boba tea at the door. Just as I was about to bring them inside, a large hand reached out from behind me. Arthur gave me a sidelong glance. He said breezily: "They're all your favorite flavors." My mouth dropped open. I remembered he was just throwing a tantrum at me. Okay, he was definitely throwing a tantrum at me. He put the boba away, then went back to his room with a cold face. Watching him close the door, I didn't think much of it. I turned and went to the guest room. I don't know if it was because of the boba or because I wasn't used to the bed. I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Eventually, I took out my phone and started reading a web novel. As I read, the tears wouldn't stop. Just as I was wondering how the male lead could torture the female lead so badly... The bedroom door opened. Arthur climbed into my bed. He suddenly said coldly: "Break it off with him, and I won't hold this against you." I didn't say anything. He just flipped my body over. Seeing my face covered in tears, he panicked. I sobbed and complained about the male lead in the angst novel: "How can he be so mean?!" Arthur gritted his teeth. "What did that bastard do to you?" "Break up with him, stop contacting him. He's only going to hurt you." "Those wild men out there are only after your money and your looks. Otherwise, he wouldn't order you cheap junk food and only get you one cup of boba." "Unlike me. I let you sleep with me, and every cent I earn is just for you to spend. Sleep however you want, spend as much as you want. I'm never stingy." I sniffled, not understanding what he was talking about. Just as I was about to ask. My phone chimed, and the screen lit up. It was a message from my brother. QZ: [Little treasure, are you still sad?] I picked up my phone and replied: [Not sad anymore~] Arthur, who was next to me, snatched the phone away. He said in disbelief: "Chloe, you forgave him after one little question?" "Then what am I?" The next second, ding, the screen lit up again. [He's just a clown.] I quickly snatched the phone back. Looking at him, I said, feeling a bit guilty: "He's not talking about you, do you believe that?" He didn't speak. His lips were just pressed into a thin line. It looked like he didn't believe it. Seeing him like this, the comment "spoiled princess becomes a beggar" flashed in my mind. I instantly felt cowardly. I carefully reached out and tugged at his pajamas. "Are you mad?" He let out a muffled "Mhm." My voice went soft as I shook his sleeve: "Don't be mad, okay~" His voice was a bit heavy as he reluctantly replied: "Okay." 7 Arthur was like a piece of doggy plaster, refusing to leave no matter what. Originally, this wouldn't have been a big deal. But after lying there for a short while, he started getting all clingy again. He started kissing my face, then kissing my lips. Finally, those hands disobeyed orders and slipped into my pajamas. He rubbed affectionately against my ear, his voice low and raspy: "Can you sleep wearing clothes?" I mumbled groggily. His hands started unbuttoning my clothes. I had gone straight to bed after showering; there was nothing under my pajamas. Once stripped completely bare, my sleepiness completely vanished. I grabbed his wandering hands, trembling as I said: "What are you doing?!" He pinched my waist and kissed my lips. "Do you still want to play that game from last night?" This damn seducer. I hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and my mind spun: "Are you begging me?" "Yeah, I'm begging you to love me." I internally scoffed at the floating comments. See? He's the one begging to play with me. He's forcing me. I'm not some vicious supporting character, and I'm definitely not cannon fodder. I lifted my chin and hooked my arms around his neck. I said haughtily: "Fine, then I'll take good care of you tonight." He buried his face in the crook of my neck and kissed it, his tone carrying a faint smile: "Okay~" In the middle of the night, today's Arthur not only took direction well but was incredibly gentle. I was very satisfied. I was almost reluctant to give him up to the heroine. When it was over, he carried me to take a nice, fragrant shower, then held me as I fell into a deep sleep. ... Not long after, the steady sound of breathing came from the person next to him. Arthur quietly picked up the phone from under the pillow. He skillfully entered the passcode and meticulously scrolled through the WeChat history. He accurately found the chat box labeled "QZ." He clicked in and glanced at the username: Super Invincible Handsome Guy. Arthur looked at it, momentarily speechless, and cursed "wild dog" in his head. He then scrolled through the chat. There were only a few sparse sentences. The very first sentence was: [I want to break off the engagement with Arthur!] Seeing that sentence, Arthur felt a sharp pain in his chest. He really couldn't figure out what he had done wrong recently to make her want to call off the engagement. Was it because he didn't let her play that game last night? But it wasn't that he didn't want to. It was just that they had played a little too rough recently, and he had accidentally hurt her. That's why he refused. He looked at the message: [He's just a clown.] He let out a light scoff. A wild dog trying to sow discord dared to call him a clown. He raised his hand and typed a few words. [Want to meet up tomorrow?] He didn't expect the other party to reply instantly with an "Okay." Arthur was furious. Still replying to messages in the middle of the night. Must be a playboy, definitely a deadbeat loser. And he thinks he can compete with him? He didn't hesitate to type in a time and address for tomorrow's meeting. He prepared to meet this wild dog face-to-face, throw a check at him, and tell him to get the hell away. He deleted the chat records on the phone. Not only did he mute notifications for the man's chat, he also hid the conversation entirely. Only then did he finally hold the person next to him, satisfied, and fall into a deep sleep.
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