My Man 8

Author: Chunling
Original post published on: October 12, 2015 First published on: Forum
Originality: Yes
Word count: 11334
PS: I don't know how to format, please help me format it, thank you!
"Chunling!"
"Hmm?" I answered cautiously.
Ding Li was silent for a moment before speaking, "I know you and Guo Yan are good friends, but I," Ding
Li paused and continued, "I hope you can keep a distance from her, um... how should I put it,"
Ding Li clicked his tongue, thinking about how to express his meaning, and finally,
fearing I would be hurt, decided to say it in the most direct way: "It's just that Guo Yan's character isn't very
good, you... you should be careful when you're with her, um, don't go to her
house or other places alone with her."
"Hmm?" My heart tightened involuntarily, and I slowly turned to look at him, because his words mentioned going to
Guo Yan's house, which coincided with some things I had heard that morning.
Was this a coincidence?
Before I could even ask, Ding Li blurted it out, "You remember that weekend right after school started?
She asked you to go shopping, right?"
"Yeah!" I nodded, feeling even more certain of my answer.
Ding Li said angrily, "Two days before that, on Thursday noon, I went to the school dormitory
to find Xue Ming (a male teacher at our school who also lives in a single dormitory, but male teachers live in the same
building as the students). I overheard Guo Yan talking to a man about you. I won't go into the details
, but it wasn't anything good. Did you see the car that brought her back just now? That car belongs to that man
. His name is Gao Xiaolong, and he's a student in her class."
"You…," I was about to question him about why he
hadn't told me when he knew they were going to harm me, and why he kept saying he liked me. Suddenly, I realized something was wrong. After thinking about
it carefully, I understood. Since he knew Guo Yan and Gao Xiaolong were going to harm me, and
he hadn't told me before, according to normal reasoning, I should already be
raped and controlled by Guo Yan and Gao Xiaolong, and I should already know that Guo Yan and Gao Xiaolong are bad people with malicious
intentions towards me. Wasn't it a bit too late for him to tell me all this now? Therefore, I deduced that Ding Li knew I
hadn't fallen for Guo Yan and Gao Xiaolong's scheme. But how did he know?
After figuring this out, I swallowed back the words I was about to say and asked, "Why didn't you
tell me sooner?"
"I was afraid you wouldn't believe me. Guo Yan is your good friend, and I had an inappropriate relationship with her.
It would be easy for you to think I was framing her," Ding Li said with a wry smile. "Your good friend conspired with
one of her students to drug and rape you. No one would believe that."
"You think I'll believe you now?" I asked Ding Li, somewhat amused.
"I can't control it anymore. I saw her with that Gao Xiaolong again today. They're definitely going to... to do that
kind of thing. Maybe they're trying to get your attention again," Ding Li said seriously.
I wanted to tease him a little, so I pretended to be helpless and sighed, saying, "Hey,
what's the use of saying all this now? I've already..."
Ding Li said urgently, "No, you haven't. I know it was your period that day, and Gao Xiaolong
didn't go upstairs that day."
"Uh? How did you know?" I finally asked the question I had wanted to
ask but hadn't since I figured out what was going on.
"That day, I was following you guys shopping the whole time, but neither of you noticed. Gao
Xiaolong was in the car downstairs the whole time. If he had gone upstairs, I definitely would have stopped him. I wouldn't have let you get
hurt." Ding Li turned his head and looked at me affectionately, "Chunling, I..."
"Thank you, Teacher Ding!" I knew he was going to say something about how much he liked her, so I had to cut
him off.
Ding Li nodded silently, grinned, let out a long sigh, and said, "Okay, I'll take you home."
"Teacher Ding?" The car slowly started moving, and I broke the silence.
"What's wrong?" Ding Li looked at me hopefully.
"I might have to pay you back the five thousand yuan your aunt gave me in a while." I remembered that Shang Jian had taken
the money and spent it. That was a gift from Ding Li's teacher's mother to her future daughter-in-law. Since I was pretending, I
couldn't accept the money. I had to distance myself from Ding Li, otherwise Shang Jian would misunderstand me even more.
"No need, that money was from my mother." Ding Li shook his head in disappointment.
"I know, it was a gift from your aunt to her future daughter-in-law. I'm not her, so I can't accept it." I
directly brought the topic to the surface.
Ding Li didn't reply, just silently drove.
When I got home, I was worried that Shang Jian would misunderstand me even more if he saw me and Ding Li coming back together. I didn't want
him to come upstairs, but he said he wanted to explain things between us to Shang Jian. I thought that men
might be more direct with each other, and maybe the misunderstanding could be cleared up, so I let him come up.
But when I opened the door, the house was a mess. The bedroom, which I had tidied up yesterday, was a mess again.
My wallet, which I usually use to store my ID card, credit cards, and other items, was open and lying quietly on the bed. I ran over
to check and found that Shang Jian's and my ID cards, his salary card, and
seven or eight credit cards that we had helped a friend who worked as a credit card salesperson last year were all missing.
Seeing all this, a sense of foreboding washed over me. My vision blurred, and I
swayed. I almost fell if Ding Li hadn't caught me. I closed my eyes to catch my breath and picked up
my phone, which was charging on the table, intending to call Shang Jian to ask what had happened. But
as soon as I unlocked it, I saw eleven unread text messages. At that moment, the foreboding intensified
.
I tapped the screen with trembling hands, and sure enough, eleven text messages—all from several banks—
indicated spending of 200,000 yuan, meaning I'd
maxed out all of Shang Jian's and my credit cards.
I felt like bursting into tears, but Teacher Ding Li was right there. I forced back my sobs
, managing a smile that looked far worse than tears, and said to Ding Li, "Teacher Ding, please go back!
I want to be alone."
"But…," Ding Li looked troubled.
He'd been following me the whole time, and I hadn't hidden the text messages from him, so he must
have seen them. He was worried I might do something foolish, and didn't want me left alone.
I understood his meaning, and with a wry smile, said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."
"This…," Ding Li hesitated, then finally agreed, saying, "Okay,
call me if anything happens."
"Okay," I nodded.
"Then you should rest. I'll be going now." Ding Li sighed, turned and left with a dejected look on his face. Seeing him
like this, I felt terrible. Just as he opened the door to leave, I didn't know why, but
I called out to him.
"Teacher Ding!"
"Ah?" Ding Li was taken aback at first, then looked at me with surprise and joy.
"Thank you!" I said sincerely.
Ding Li's joyful face was instantly replaced by frustration and disappointment after hearing my thanks instead of asking him to stay.
He forced a smile, shook his head and said, "It's nothing!"
The door closed, Ding Li left, and I couldn't hold on any longer. I sat down on the bed, and tears
streamed down my face uncontrollably...
Just as I was thinking about how to get through this difficult time, a few knocks on the door
pulled me back from my reverie.
I sniffed hard, forced myself to get up, and went to open the door. Three unfamiliar men stood there.
The leader was bald, and the other two had brightly dyed hair. They were dressed like ordinary
people, but their expressions and demeanor suggested otherwise—well, more like
petty thugs or hooligans.
"Who are you looking for?" I asked cautiously through the thick security door, keeping it
slightly ajar and gripping the edge with my right hand, ready to slam it shut if things went wrong.
"Are you Teacher Bi Chunling? We're Shang Jian's friends. My name is Zhang Qiang,"
the bald leader said politely. But I couldn't help feeling a glint of greedy, sinister blue in his eyes
, which made my already apprehensive heart pound even harder.
"He's not here. You can call him if you need to." I wanted to end the conversation as quickly as possible; I
saw undisguised greed in his eyes.
"I know he's not here. I mainly came to see you. Can we come in and talk?"
The bald man named Zhang Qiang said in as gentle a voice as possible.
"It's better to talk here." I immediately refused. I was
the only woman at home; how could I let several strange men of unknown origin in? That would be too dangerous.
"Talking here…," Bald Qiang hesitated, glancing around, and said, "isn't
very convenient, after all, it involves your privacy."
"My privacy?" I frowned, my unease growing stronger.
"Yes!" Bald Qiang smiled slyly.
Just as I hesitated, 'thump thump thump,' Ding Li leaped up from downstairs in a few steps and
stood in front of my door, forcing the three men back a distance due to his height and strength.
Seeing Ding Li come up and stand in front of the door, my heart eased a little, and my courage grew slightly
. I said, "Let's talk here, there's nothing wrong with it."
Bald Qiang looked at Ding Li, who stood in front of the door like an iron tower, and after weighing the fact that the three of them
might not be a match for him, and seeing my firm attitude, he nodded, took a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded
it, and showed it to me through the iron gate, saying, "This is the IOU for the money Shang Jian borrowed last month. Today is the agreed-
upon repayment date."
I could see the contents of the paper Bald Qiang showed me through the iron gate. It clearly stated, "I hereby
borrow 50,000 yuan (fifty thousand yuan) from Zhang Qiang, to be repaid in full on October 11th, xx year. Borrower
: Shang Jian, September 10th, xx year." There were also several fingerprints on it.
"Can I go in now?" Bald Qiang said with a smile.
Ding Li also saw the contents of the paper. He looked back at me, wanting to ask my opinion.
What could I do at that moment? I could only open the iron security door and say, "Come in!"
I stepped aside to let them in. I rented a small one-bedroom apartment. The small living room only had
a small sofa for friends to sit on when they came over. With four people in, it was really
a bit cramped. I stood in the bedroom doorway, leaving the entire living room to Bald Qiang and the other two. Ding Li stood
between me and them.
"Teacher Bi, this apartment..." Bald Qiang looked around the living room, kitchen, and balcony after entering,
as if he was making an assessment.
"I rented it." I roughly guessed what Bald Qiang meant. He was assessing the value of the apartment,
seeing how much he could sell it for.
After a somewhat disappointed "Oh," Bald Qiang began, "Shang Jian has borrowed quite a
bit of money from me recently. This 50,000 yuan IOU is just one of them. There are about 200,000 yuan more IOUs due soon.
Teacher Bi, how do you plan to pay them back?"
"Go ask whoever borrowed from you for the money, don't come to me," I said angrily. I hadn't even
recovered from the shock of maxing out several credit cards and owing the bank 200,000 yuan, and now another 50,000 yuan had appeared
. And that wasn't all; there was still over 200,000 yuan waiting to be repaid. What on earth has Shang Jian been doing?
"This doesn't seem to be in accordance with the rules. You and Shang Jian are husband and wife, and according to the law, this is considered
joint debt of the couple," Bald Qiang said sinisterly.
Of course, I understood all of this. Although Shang Jian and I didn't have a wedding ceremony or banquet, we had already
obtained our marriage certificate and were legally married. As his wife, I had an obligation to repay the money he owed.
Just as I was at my wit's end, Bald Qiang spoke with a sinister smile, saying, "Actually, there are
other ways."
"What ways?" I asked anxiously. Owing the bank 200,000 yuan, the monthly fees and minimum
payments were already enough to make things difficult for Shang Jian and me. Adding to that, owing this person over 200,000 yuan—judging from their appearance,
they were most likely loan sharks—the monthly interest payments would definitely be substantial.
"Let me show you something else," Bald Qiang said, leering at me. He pulled out his phone, fiddled with it a few
times, and then pointed the screen at me. A video was playing on the phone, showing Shang Jian groveling
before someone—it was Bald Qiang who had been fiddling with the phone.
"Brother Qiang, please lend me some more. I'm on a really good day; I'm sure I can win it all back
. Just one copy, and I'll pay back all the money I owe."
"Little Jian, it's not that I don't want to help you, but do you know how much you owe?"
Bald Qiang's voice came through.
"This…" Shang Jian hesitated, looking somewhat dejected.
"The 50,000 due tomorrow, the 11th; the 100,000 due on the 16th; the 50,000 due on the 23rd; and
the 50,000 borrowed on the 1st of this month—you do the math, how much is that?"
"Brother Qiang, I didn't borrow that much, did I? I think I only borrowed 80,000 or 90,000?" Shang Jian
was stunned after hearing the numbers Bald Qiang quoted, and tried to argue.
"Little Jian, trying to back out? I have a written IOU here, with your
signature and fingerprint on it. Don't acknowledge it? We can take legal action." Bald Qiang said coldly.
At this moment, several figures appeared on the left and right, surrounding Shang Jian.
"I admit it, I admit it, but Brother Qiang, isn't the interest rate a bit too high? Can you lower the interest
?" Shang Jian quickly pleaded when he saw people surrounding him.
"Ten thousand yuan, five hundred yuan interest a day. It was clearly stated to you back then, and you agreed to it.
Now you're going back on your word?"
"Ouch, ouch, don't hit me, Brother Qiang! Ouch, don't hit me! Ouch, Brother Qiang, I'll pay it back
, I promise! Ouch, please stop!" A group of people surrounded Shang Jian, punching and kicking him.
The attackers were careful, hitting only the body, specifically targeting non-vital areas. After being hit a few times
, Shang Jian began to beg for mercy.
"Stop hitting me. Tell me, when are you going to pay it back?"
"Tomorrow, I'll definitely gather the fifty thousand tomorrow," Shang Jian said, curled up in the corner, his face contorted with grief.
"You said it yourself, let him go." After Bald Qiang finished speaking, the phone screen stopped pointing at Shang Jian and
instead shone elsewhere. If the video had ended there, I would have just thought Shang Jian was too weak-willed
. But what happened next made me not only completely lose faith in him, but also feel a deep hatred for him
.
"Brother Qiang, can you lend me some more money? I think my luck is really good today, I'm sure I can win it all back."
Shang Jian's voice came through the video again, and as his voice rang out, the phone camera, which had been pointing elsewhere,
turned back to Shang Jian.
"Lend me more? Can you even afford to pay me back?" Bald Qiang said disdainfully.
"Brother Qiang, I can pay you back," Shang Jian said with a fawning expression. He tried to approach Bald
Qiang, but was blocked by several of Bald Qiang's men. He pulled out the
wallet I had given him for his birthday last year and pointed to a solo photo of me, saying, "This is my wife, pretty, right? She
's a teacher, and she teaches English."
"Interesting, give it to me." The video shook slightly as Bald Qiang took the wallet from one of his men and looked
at it. His phone camera was pointed directly at the solo photo of me.
"She's pretty, you think you can use her to pay off your debt? Damn, do you think I'm a sucker? You think your used slut
is worth 300,000? Beat her up!" Bald Qiang said angrily.
"No, no, Brother Qiang, you misunderstood." Shang Jian didn't allow the thugs to touch him. He quickly explained,
"I'm not using her to pay off all the money I owe you. If you lend me another 50,000, she's yours."
Shang Jian looked at Bald Qiang expectantly, as if this man could decide his life or death.
Bald Qiang pondered for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons, and then asked, "Is she really a teacher?"
"Yes, really, she's a teacher at our school. She's never had children, so she's still very virgin. You'll
definitely enjoy it, Qiang-ge. Make her wear a uniform, pretend to be a teacher, police officer, nurse, flight attendant, or something, and have her speak a few foreign
words. You'll have a blast."
"Will she obey?"
"Yes, I'll drug her a bit. You go and have sex with her, and record it. She'll be obedient."
Shang Jian started offering suggestions without any limits.
"Okay, I'll trust you a little longer. Give him 20,000, and write an IOU for 50,000." Bald Qiang thought for a moment
and then ordered.
Upon hearing Bald Qiang agree to lend the money, Shang Jian grinned from ear to ear, quickly knelt on the ground to write the IOU,
and then happily left with the money.
The video ended there, and as the video ended, my heart died.
The man I had loved for years had sold me out like that.
While I was speechless and had nothing to say, Ding Li, who had been standing between me and Bald Qiang, spoke up,
"What do you mean by this?"
"Nothing much, just telling this Teacher Bi that her husband has sold her to me, and she
's my woman now." Bald Qiang grinned maliciously and said to me, "Teacher Bi, I want to fuck you now. Please make sure the irrelevant
people leave."
"Fuck your mother! If you say another word, I'll kill you!" Ding Li suddenly flew into a rage, grabbing Bald Qiang's arm.
Bald Qiang grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. His two henchmen, seeing their boss get the short end of the stick
, were furious and rushed forward to fight Ding Li, but Bald Qiang forcibly stopped them. He said, "Don't hit me
, I'm fine, cough cough, hitting me won't do any good. I'm just stating the facts, cough cough cough. Either pay back the money, or she
has to let me have my way with her."
"Ding Li, put him down and let them go." I maintained at least some semblance of rationality, knowing that
violence wouldn't solve the problem at this moment.
"But… sigh!" Ding Li looked at me with a sorrowful expression, and seeing me shake my head, he sighed and
put Bald Qiang down.
"Cough cough cough cough," Bald Qiang coughed a few times after being put down, then said in a sinister tone, "
Teacher Bi, I'll come to the school to find you tomorrow. Either pay back the money, or wash yourself clean and wait for me to fuck you. Don't worry, we
brothers are all very gentle and tender, haha, let's go! Hahahaha..."
Bald Qiang left amidst a burst of unrestrained laughter, while I was utterly devastated,
sitting on the ground like a lump of mud. My heart was dead; living was nothing more than being a walking corpse.
The room was quiet. I don't know how much time passed, but a phone ring
pulled me back from my wandering thoughts. I walked listlessly to the bedside, picked up the phone without even looking at it, and answered it.
Shang Jian's mother's questioning voice came from the other end, "Where's Shang Jian? Let him answer the phone."
"He's not here!" I replied listlessly.
"He's not here? Where did he go? Why is his phone off?" Shang Jian's mother's tone rose eight octaves.
"I don't know!"
"You don't know? Did you let him take the 30,000 yuan from home? The day before yesterday he said he wanted to borrow 30,000
yuan from me, and I agreed. Today the money is gone. How can someone so young not learn to be good and instead steal? Will he
have to sell himself tomorrow? You're shameless..."
*Beep beep beep* I really didn't want to waste any more words explaining to her, so I simply hung up the phone.
Every mistake her son made was because of me. He blamed me for smoking, drinking, not getting into Tsinghua or Peking University, and even
for her being scammed out of her investment company. You know, Shang Jian learned to smoke
and drink in junior high school. Before he went to university, we lived hundreds of kilometers apart and didn't know each other at all. And her investment
scam was caused by her greed.
I sighed, looked up, and suddenly saw Ding Li standing silently in the doorway, watching me. As a
woman, I could read pain, entanglement, sadness, heartbreak, and deep love in his eyes.
I knew he had feelings for me; it was just that I hadn't confessed it until today.
"What are you going to do?" Ding Li asked.
"I don't know," I shook my head. To be honest, I really didn't know what to do. I'm a
college graduate with higher education, and a teacher. Although I haven't studied law systematically,
I know the basics of laws and regulations, especially the new Marriage Law, which caused quite a stir when it was promulgated. I know that
I don't have to repay a large portion of Shang Jian's debt, but obtaining evidence will be extremely difficult. So,
I have to share the burden of Shang Jian's debt with him,
even if I don't want to. More than 500,000 yuan in debt, all due in a short period,
is an astronomical figure for someone from an ordinary working-class background, leaving one feeling hopeless.
"That bald guy said he's going to school tomorrow, you..." Ding Li hesitated for a moment before saying, "You're not really going to agree
to him, are you?"
I knew what Ding Li meant—being slept with by someone like that? Ugh, I'd rather die.
The thought of death made me think of my parents, my younger sister, and my younger brother back home. If I died,
the burden on my family would be even heavier. We haven't even paid off the money we owed for college yet, and could my parents bear
the blow of outliving their child? I've always been their pride!
As I thought about it, I broke down in tears, completely losing my composure. At first, I just shed silent tears,
then I started sobbing softly, and finally I was wailing. Ding Li stood silently at the door. When I was tired, weary, and
exhausted from crying, and my tears had dried up, he finally mustered up his courage and said, "Chunling, marry me, and I'll help you pay off
your debts."
"Marry you? You'll help me pay off my debts?" I asked, feigning surprise. Actually, I was also quite
excited. It wasn't that I hadn't considered this option, but I felt the possibility was very small, almost zero. Four or five hundred thousand
yuan could buy a large house of over 100 square meters in this small county town, enough for
the dowry of four or five young, unmarried women. I was just a divorced woman who had been cheated on by Shang Jian for four or five years. Although Ding Li said he liked me,
how many men's words can be trusted? Especially when it came to paying four or five hundred thousand yuan,
would he be willing?
"Divorce Shang Jian and marry me," Ding Li nodded.
To be honest, I was tempted, very tempted. But my reason told me I couldn't agree to his proposal right now.
I gave a bitter smile and said, "You and that bald guy both just want to get me."
Ding Li hurriedly explained, "No, I love you. I want you to be happy."
"Love me? If I agree, you'll definitely think I'm something you bought with money, just a
commodity someone has had their fill of and doesn't want anymore." I gave a bitter smile and voiced my worries. Actually, from
the moment Shang Jian "sold" me, my heart not only died for him but was also filled with hatred and disgust. So
when I discussed divorce and marriage with Ding Li, I felt no guilt whatsoever. It wasn't that I felt guilty towards Shang Jian,
but that he had hurt me too deeply. This was just my way of redeeming myself. It was a choice between being hundreds of thousands in debt, possibly even
becoming a prostitute, and marrying Ding Li, becoming his woman alone, and possibly
finding happiness.
"No, no, I wouldn't do that, Chunling. From the first moment I saw you, I had feelings for you.
Do you know how much my heart ached when I found out you were Shang Jian's girlfriend? When I learned you and he got
married, I drank myself into a stupor. I knew we were destined to be apart in this life, but..."
"I'm still waiting. I told myself that once you and Shang Jian get married, I'll find another woman to marry.
But God has been kind to me, and now..."
"Stop!" Ding Li became increasingly agitated, inching closer to me. I was a little scared and called out
to him to stop, but my words seemed to have a spell on him, causing him to halt instantly.
"How can I trust you?" My pounding heart calmed down slightly, and
a sweet feeling welled up inside me.
"How can you trust me? I don't know!" Ding Li looked troubled.
"Promise me a few things." I tried to remain calm and composed. Actually,
I had already agreed when Ding Li made that suggestion; I was just testing him now to prevent him from taking me for granted later.
"Tell me, tell me! I'll promise you anything I can do," Ding Li said excitedly.
"First, I don't agree that you can't touch me." I cautiously probed. After all,
any man would object to spending hundreds of thousands to marry a woman, and then being forbidden from touching her for a period of time.
But I never expected Ding Li to agree so readily without even thinking, and even eagerly asked
if I had any other requirements. This made me a little embarrassed. Actually, I set my conditions a bit high
in order to negotiate with him. My bottom line was that he couldn't touch me before divorcing Shang Jian, because if
I had a relationship with him during my marriage with Shang Jian, it would be considered adultery. Although these
might be trivial matters to others, they were matters of principle to me. I could be remarried,
but I couldn't be unfaithful to my husband. I would always be loyal to my husband.
"Second, I won't be anyone's mistress. Only my husband can have me." I made this condition
because I was afraid that Ding Li would change his mind after getting me, and instead of marrying me, he would make me his mistress on the condition that he help me pay off the money.
"That's for sure, I dream about marrying you." Ding Li's body trembled with excitement.
"Third, third, third... I haven't thought of the third one yet. I'll tell you when I do, but you have to agree
." I threw a little tantrum, acting a bit unreasonable.
"Okay, okay, I'll agree to anything you say. From now on, you'll be in charge of all the big and small things at home."
Ding Li nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Now that I'd made my decision, I didn't want to wallow in self-pity anymore; there was no need.
My clothes were simple. After starting work, I'd been busy paying off my family's debts and saving money to buy a house.
In the past two years, I'd only bought three new outfits, including the one Ding Li's mother bought for me when I pretended to be her girlfriend during her first visit to the county town this May Day . I 　　kept all the clothes
Shang Jian had bought for me when he was in school . 　　As I left the little house where I had lived for two years—a place that, though not truly mine, had brought me genuine 　　happiness—I felt a pang of heartache and loss, as if something 　　precious that had once belonged to me had been taken away. 　　Ding Li's house was a large apartment of over 150 square meters, with three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms. He gave me the master bedroom 　　, saying it had always been empty, even he had never lived there, and I was the first 　　and only woman to stay there. 　　On my first night at Ding Li's, I barely slept a wink. I was terribly worried that Ding 　　Li would sneak in during the night. Although I had mentally prepared for the worst, deep down 　　I still hoped he would respect me; perhaps this was the last vestige of my fragile self-respect. 　　Unexpectedly, yet predictably, Ding Li indeed didn't come in all night. The next 　　morning, when I came out of the bathroom after washing up, Ding Li had already prepared breakfast and 　　was waiting for me in the living room. 　　"I'm sorry, I'll do these things from now on!" I said somewhat embarrassedly, 　　feeling guilty for making a grown man do these things. 　　"It's alright!" Ding Li smiled憨厚ly, "Eat quickly, you have to go to your early class later. Don't be late 　　." 　　I didn't say anything more, what else could I say? 　　Plain rice porridge with a few refreshing side dishes and a fried egg—eating this reminded me of the 　　time Shang Jian and I sat in the school cafeteria during my university years. I shook my head, banishing all those unrealistic and 　　chaotic thoughts. Ding Li, noticing my shake of the head, assumed the food wasn't to my taste and 　　said apologetically, "I didn't know what you liked for breakfast, so I made this. Since you don't like it, how about I 　　change it to milk sausage and fried egg, or maybe pancakes, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns tomorrow?" 　　I shook my head, somewhat touched, and said, "No, I love it. Besides my parents, no one 　　has made breakfast for me in a long time." 　　Yes, it had indeed been a long time since anyone had made breakfast for me or cared so much about what I liked to eat 　　. Shang Jian was only this attentive when he was initially pursuing me; after he won me over, it was my turn to 　　take care of him and adapt to his feelings. 　　When we finished eating, I got up to clear the table, but Ding Li stopped me. He said, "Let 　　me do it. It's getting late, you have to go to school for your early morning class. I'll ask the school for half a day off 　　to get some money. I'll call you when I get it. Don't leave the school until I get back, 　　no matter who calls you, understand?" 　　I smiled and nodded, checked the time, it was almost 6:30, and it was indeed time for my early morning class, so I 　　didn't refuse. I went inside to grab my purse and headed out. 　　"Here are the house keys and car keys. You can drive to school. Don't bother with the electric scooter. 　　Um, here's some money. Take it and buy some clothes," Ding Li said, seeing my expressionless face and assuming I wasn't happy about 　　the money. He explained, "I didn't mean anything by it. I noticed you took too few clothes yesterday 　　, and they were all too thin. Now that it's getting cold, those clothes won't last, so..." 　　"I know, thank you!" I smiled and took the keys and wallet from Ding Li.

During the break between the second and third periods in the morning, my phone rang. Bald Qiang, somehow knowing
my number, called to urge me to repay the money. Luckily, Ding Li had already called to
say he had picked up the money and was at school; otherwise, I was afraid Bald Qiang would cause trouble.
I called Ding Li and arranged to meet at the school gate. We walked out together. For some
reason, having Ding Li by my side made me feel very secure and safe, probably because he
had saved me from those two thugs last time.
I didn't intend to repay all the money Shang Jian owed Bald Qiang; I only repaid
the portion I was obligated to pay out of moral and legal responsibility. Shang Jian owed Bald Qiang approximately 300,000 yuan, and I only repaid 200,000 yuan of it,
demanding an IOU for 200,000 yuan and the video of Shang Jian shamelessly "selling" me for 50,000 yuan
.
Bald Qiang was still relatively single, or perhaps it was because I managed to raise 200,000 yuan overnight and had Ding Li by my side. He didn't make things difficult for me and readily 　　gave me the
200,000 yuan IOU and the SD card containing the video, promising not to bother me again. 　　Shang Jian, who had disappeared and turned off his phone for over a day, called me that afternoon after I repaid Bald Qiang's 200,000 yuan. 　　He sincerely apologized and begged for my forgiveness. If 　　I hadn't already seen the video of him "selling" me, I might have been 　　deceived by his performance and forgiven him. But fate has eyes; Bald Qiang recorded his ugliest side 　　and showed it to me. Therefore, everything he's doing now is the most shameful and filthy performance to me 　　. 　　Shang Jian shamelessly begged me to borrow more money from Ding Li to pay off all his debts. 　　I was utterly disillusioned with this kind of man. I even started to doubt how I could have fallen for such a 　　guy in the first place. Was I blind? Or was Shang Jian's acting too good to fool me? Maybe it was both 　　. 　　My conversation with Shang Jian was very unpleasant. After I refused to borrow more money from Ding Li to help him pay off his debts, he 　　started verbally abusing me again. Last time, when faced with his insults and accusations, I felt angry, sad 　　, and heartbroken, but this time I didn't. Because he was already dead in my heart. 　　Was it not worth being sad or heartbroken over the curses and insults of someone who was already dead? 　　On Wednesday, Ding Li and I both took the day off. I first went to complete the divorce procedures with Shang Jian, and then immediately went to 　　complete the marriage procedures with Ding Li. Facing the strange looks from the staff at the Civil Affairs Bureau, my heart remained completely 　　calm, as still as water. 　　Life went on, but many observant teachers began to notice many abnormal things about me. 　　For example, I no longer sat at the same table with Shang Jian for lunch; we always deliberately kept a long 　　distance between us. Even when we passed each other, we acted like complete strangers. After work, we went home in completely 　　opposite directions, heading in opposite directions. Gradually, rumors began to circulate at school that Shang Jian and I had broken up. 　　It wasn't until Shang Jian's mother came to the school and made a scene several times that the rumors of our breakup became 　　a fait accompli. It was only after I showed Shang Jian's mother the IOUs he had written and the video of him selling me for 50,000 yuan that 　　she finally shut up. But what I saw in her eyes wasn't shame, 　　but hatred—undisguised hatred for me. 　　What's wrong with this world? A family that did something wrong is now hating me, the innocent woman betrayed by her son 　　. 　　The rumors that Ding Li and I were having an affair began to circulate again after the initial rumors became fact. Actually, 　　neither of us intended to hide anything, because we knew it was impossible to hide. 　　Ding Li used to only drive to school on rainy days when it was particularly inconvenient; he usually rode an electric scooter 　　, so quite a few teachers at the school recognized his car. After the National Day holiday, the weather got colder day by day 　　, and I insisted on getting up early every day for early classes. He felt sorry for me and, afraid I'd get cold from getting up so early 　　, let me drive his car while he rode his electric scooter to class. So I often drove Ding Li's car to class, 　　and there was no way to hide this. 　　Men, being too honest isn't good either. Time flew by, and I'd been living at his house for almost two months, 　　but he'd always been very proper with me, which was really worrying me. 　　I'm not a promiscuous woman, not a bad woman who can't live without a man, but since we've even 　　gotten our marriage certificate, doesn't he know what I mean? 　　Perhaps when he proposed marriage and offered to pay off my debts, I still saw it as a transaction 　　and felt some resistance. But after getting our marriage certificate and living together day and night for so long 　　, that initial resistance has long since disappeared. Now, I even have a little bit of anticipation. After all, 　　apart from his somewhat rugged appearance, he's far superior to Shang Jian in every other aspect. 　　Why do I have to shower in the large public bathroom when I have a private bathroom in my bedroom? Why do I 　　always wear sexy, homey pajamas after showering and sit in the living room watching boring TV programs with you for ages? 　　Can't you see I'm intentionally seducing you, you blockhead? You're clearly holding back, why 　　can't you be more proactive with me? Do I, a girl, have to disregard my dignity and throw myself into your arms, crying and begging you to 　　take me? 　　Sigh! But the more he acts like this, the more my heart aches for him, the more I like him! 　　I have to do something, I have to change this situation?

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