My Girlfriend's Fall (10): Violence (Part 1)

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I pushed open the bathroom door and stepped out, immediately bombarded by deafening music

. I slowly walked towards my seat, a look of utter helplessness on my face.

Just as Jane and I reached the parking lot, hurried footsteps sounded behind us. Turning around

, I saw Jessica jogging after us. Pfft, women! They say curiosity killed the cat; if

applied to women properly, how many women could it "solve"? Right in front of me were two curious women

.

I arranged to meet them at a 24-hour Starbucks in the city center. But before I even got there, Joan called

. And so, things ended up like this: we were at Starbucks... After Joan met up with us

, we arrived at this bar.

Well, I never thought there would be many opportunities to "make a move" today. At most, it would just be about getting closer, narrowing

the distance. Now I can only take it one step at a time. Yes, my revenge is to find an opportunity to make a

move on Jane. Today's coincidence might have offered a chance, but with these two other women...

it's difficult.

Back in my seat, looking at the three women at the table, sometimes whispering, sometimes laughing in unison,

people talk about the blessing of having multiple partners, but that doesn't seem to apply to me, the only male left out

. "Sigh... women." I unconsciously laughed at myself again. What else could I

do ? Even if I wanted to join in on women's conversations, I was powerless...

Watching them chat... Jessica and Jane occasionally exchanged knowing glances, and I knew my relationship with Joan

was practically an open secret. This gave me another headache. When would the rumors

reach Viola? I wondered silently.

"Let's go," Joan said, picking up her purse and coming to my side. Jessica and Jane stood up too.

"Going...?" I snapped out of my thoughts. I checked my watch; it was time to go home.

"What did you talk about with them?" I asked in the car. I needed to know how much Jessica and Jane knew

before deciding how to deal with the rumors that were about to spread throughout the school.

"Nothing much, just chatting casually. You wouldn't be interested, it's women's stuff," Joan said.

“Then they… um… well… the two of us…” How should I ask? I wondered to myself.

“What do you want to say?” Joan looked at me, puzzled.

“You don’t understand, Chinese people love to gossip about others. When they go back, they’ll tell us about us… how should I

say it…” I explained.

“Oh, I’ll just say we haven’t known each other for long, and I think you’re nice, so I asked you to be my date, that’s about it

.” Joan continued. “What? Afraid your girlfriend will find out?” Joan knew that Viola and I

hadn’t broken up yet, even though we never talked about this kind of thing. I didn’t want to talk about it, and I didn’t know how to bring it up.

I was completely confused myself, and I didn’t know how to handle things between Viola and me.

“Really?” I glanced at Joan but didn't answer her question. Looking into her eyes, I couldn't tell

how genuine her words were.

Actually, I'd sensed lately that Joan's feelings for me seemed serious. It was just a

feeling from our daily interactions, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I knew she wasn't bringing it up because she wanted me to resolve it myself and make my own choice.

I, on the other hand, was putting it off as long as possible. I knew that if things dragged on like this, things might worsen, and

I 'd likely end up with nothing. But I just couldn't make up my mind.

"Oh, by the way, I heard you picked Jessica and the others up at the airport when they first arrived in America?" Joan changed the subject, starting to

chat.

"Yeah, why?" I said.

"Nothing, we were just talking about their feelings and experiences when they first came to America." "I'm just curious," Joan replied. "We

Americans always want to know what you students, who come all this way to study, are thinking."

"Oh..." Hmm, she'd asked me that before. It seems she asks this question every time she meets a foreigner

? I thought to myself, my mind wandering.

"Jessica came with her brother," I said casually.

"Yeah, I know, she mentioned that her brother... what was that? I can't quite remember,

" Joan continued.

"Oh? I didn't know Tony worked in Taiwan before coming here." I was a little curious. "In what field?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it... it seems to be related to computer animation..."

"Huh? Computer animation?" I paused, "Isn't he studying business? He's doing an MBA at our school."

“

I know, it seems the company wants to promote him to a managerial position, so they're paying for him to study here,” Joan said.

“Why are you talking about this?” I asked, a thought forming in my mind, but upon closer inspection, it was

nothing.

“Jessica asked about the chances of companies here paying for their employees' further education. She said she wants to

find a job here after finishing this course, and then she wants to get an MBA…” Joan replied.

“Oh, so that’s why we’re talking about this…” I said.

“Hmm…” Joan replied,

then paused for a moment. “Do you remember now?” I suddenly asked.

“What?” Joan didn’t understand what I was asking, as the question had suddenly popped up out of nowhere.

“Jessica’s brother’s industry…” I said.

“Huh???” "I wasn't thinking about it, why are you so curious?" Joan said.

"No...you know what I study, I got interested in computer animation." I explained.

"Oh...ah, I think it's called media something..." Joan suddenly remembered a little. "I just can't remember

the word..." Joan thought in frustration.

"Oh well, if you can't remember, then..." I was about to comfort her. "Media worker?" The term suddenly popped into my head

.

"That's right!! That's it." Joan said. "What are you thinking about?"

"I don't know, I think I just remembered something, but I can't quite grasp the idea..."

After saying "media worker," the term seemed to give me some inspiration, but I still couldn't hold onto that

fleeting thought.

"I'm not staying here today. I've had a few drinks, it's better to go home and get some sleep." I said as we arrived

at Joan's house.

"Oh..." Joan's face was full of disappointment. She hesitated for a moment, then didn't say anything.

"Then... drive carefully." Joan said finally.

I kissed Joan goodbye, ending my amazing day.

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When I got home last night, Viola was already asleep in bed. Looking at her pure and innocent sleeping face...

A trace of dried tear clung to

. Sighing inwardly, I noticed a note left on the desk.

"Jie, I don't know what's wrong, but I can sense you have a lot on your mind," Viola began

. I sat down and read it carefully.

"Before, you never kept your feelings to yourself. You always said what you meant, and if anything upset you

, you'd immediately react, but it would all pass quickly. You know what? I used to think you were

too impulsive and immature. But now I realize how much I miss that version of you, that version of you who couldn't hold back your feelings

."

"You've noticed it yourself, haven't you?" Lately, you've been getting angry easily over small things, but I sense

that's not the real reason you're upset. I feel like you're hiding something from me. Remember when I asked you

if you still loved me? You said I was overthinking, but I really can't help thinking that way. Lately, I often

can't your love for me. People say love is an ethereal thing, invisible and intangible, only

felt in the heart. I think so too. Is it true that the recipient of love can easily sense genuine love

? "

During the time we've been together, I've been very happy and have many beautiful memories. If you really

don't love me anymore, I hope you can honestly tell me. I will be sad and in pain, but I will accept it."

Unlike others who are reluctant to let go and cling on desperately, I don't want

to find out about this from other sources. If it's true, I hope it's from you, from you saying it to me yourself.

The message reads "love, Viola."

After reading this letter, or even just a message, my heart is in turmoil. Yes, what have I done? Do I

still love her? What am I doing?!? I keep asking myself the same questions, but

I still can't find the answer. Tonight, another sleepless night.

When I woke up in the morning, Viola was no longer home, and there was another note on the table. Because of the contents of last night's note, I immediately

worried about what she would write on this one. I jumped out of bed and picked up the note to read it.

"I've arranged to discuss the final report with my group members, so I need to go to school." Only one line, thankfully.

After washing up, I called Henry to ask about the progress of the final report.

"Hello?" Henry's lazy voice came through .

"Sleep your ass off, get up, you pig!" I yelled.

"What's all the fuss about so early in the morning? What's the big deal that made you call me on Sunday?" Henry

replied.

"Nothing, just saying hello to your… Mom," I said with a smile. "By the way, how's your final report coming along?"

"Still working on it… Do you want to see it? You can correct it after I finish, right? Besides, Michael hasn't

given me his part yet…" Henry said.

"Oh… what are you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing…" "I'm going to school with Tony later; I have another report to work on." Henry said.

"What's Tony doing at school?" I asked, suddenly remembering that Viola had also mentioned discussing it. What a coincidence! No way,

a date at school? A pang of jealousy rose within me, and my apology and affection from last night

diminished considerably.

"No, he also has a group report. I heard the professor wants two or three groups to merge for a large

final joint report," Henry continued.

"Oh… so no one's home?" I thought I might take this opportunity to go to Tony's room to gather more clues.

"Jane's home," Henry said, as if wanting to know my thoughts. "She'll probably go shopping around noon

; that's what she said before."

"Okay, that's settled then." I hung up after speaking. Henry thought my purpose was to go to Tony's

room and do something again. He didn't know that my real purpose was...

I opened the door and entered Henry's apartment. As I expected, Tony's door was closed. First,

I went into Henry's room and calmed myself down a bit. The long-awaited opportunity had finally

arrived. What should I do now? My mind raced.

"Bang! Bang bang!" Five minutes later, I knocked on Tony's door.

After a few seconds, I heard the rustling of clothes being put on inside. "Oops," the door opened.

"Didn't I tell you, I don't want to today... Ah..." Jane's voice came even before the door opened, a

sweet, coquettish , as she spoke as she opened the door...

As soon as Jane saw it was me... She stopped abruptly mid-sentence. She gasped, her face suddenly turning bright red.

"What did you say?" I asked, thinking to myself, she must have mistaken me for Henry.

"N-nothing...nothing. How did you get here? Where's Henry?" Jane stammered,

clumsily trying to change the subject.

Something's not right, I thought to myself, why is she reacting so strongly? "Henry's not here, he went to school,"

I replied to her question.

"Then how did you get in?" Jane asked suspiciously.

“Henry gave me the key and asked me to get him something.” I used the prepared line.

What wasn’t I going to say? Recalling Jane’s tone and manner, I suddenly remembered that Viola had said

something similar before… when she rejected my advances. Could it be… that complicated? A possibility popped into my head.

“So… what did you need?” Jane continued.

“Oh, the file I need is on Tony’s computer.” I continued with my prepared line.

“Huh?? Oh… okay then…” Jane paused slightly, then opened the door wide and stepped aside

. “Sorry, it’s a bit messy…” Jane continued.

“It’s alright…” I replied politely. Then I walked to the computer desk… I turned on the computer.

Actually, my story had several flaws: First, Henry had his own computer. Second, Tony's computer was password protected. I

was just betting that Jane was a computer illiterate, and that she hadn't thought of that much—in fact, most women are

like that.

Everything was going according to plan, following the scenario I had envisioned. Now, it was up to

Jane's reaction.

After turning on the computer, I pretended to be busy at work, just opening folders, browsing web pages,

and clicking around. Jane probably really was a computer illiterate; she wasn't interested in my actions at all.

She went to the bedside, picked up the remote, and started watching TV.

"Huh?" I opened the folder and deliberately called out.

"What is it?" Jane's voice came through. She still didn't move, not even glancing in my direction, only giving

perfunctory answers while her eyes remained fixed on the television.

"This… take a look…" I opened her file, playing it on the screen while turning

up the volume.

"Ah!!??" Jane stood up, walked to the computer, and froze upon seeing the content, her eyes still glued to the screen

, her face flushed crimson.

The screen showed a scene of Jane and Tony making love, Jane's moans emanating from the speakers, making her

blush furiously. Just as I suspected, no matter how perverted Tony was, it was unlikely he would openly

reveal such a fetish to Jane.

"How… how could this be?!" Jane exclaimed in disbelief.

"There are other files," I said, standing up as well. “Look for yourself.” Jane sat stiffly in

front of the computer, then suddenly remembered something, blushing as she quickly closed the file.

“There are others.” I reminded her again.

“I…I don’t want to look now.” Jane said, her face still red, and tried to stand up.

“Just take a look.” I pressed her shoulder, pushing her back into the chair, and took her

hand from the mouse, opening Lisa’s file. In my mind, Jane might not recognize the other female leads, so

it wouldn’t be very effective. So I chose Lisa’s file next.

Sure enough, Jane’s eyes were fixed on the screen again. “This…this isn’t…” Jane recognized Lisa, but

after saying a few words, she stopped.

Jane was clearly deeply shocked, her eyes fixed on the screen, lost in thought. Meanwhile,

my hand gently squeezed her shoulder without her noticing.

As my restless hand slowly slid downwards, Jane suddenly snapped out of it, realizing my inappropriate behavior.

"What are you trying to do?" Jane abruptly pushed away my hands, which were about to reach her chest, and stood up.

I didn't say anything. I first picked up the mouse, shut down the computer, then turned around, suddenly hugged her, and pounced on

her on the bed.

(I wasn't that stupid; what if Tony's webcam was running 24/7? I'd have left evidence

.)

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