Epilogue
The first time I met Liao Lan.
She stood beside Bian Yi, her fingertips resting lightly on his arm.
Everyone in the circle said President Bian loved his wife like life itself—a model couple.
I scoffed.
That man—you could tell from his eyes he was no good.
What love-his-wife-like-life was there in this world?
So when I saw Bai Xiaofu's name.
I almost laughed out loud.
To hell with loving his wife like life.
With the pleasure of verifying a prophecy, I sent that Live Photo to her work WeChat.
In the meeting room, her face went pale, just as expected.
Her wrist was slender, trembling slightly in my palm.
On a whim, I proposed that bet about the Chengdong plot.
I wanted to tear open that false harmony.
I wanted even more to see what this carefully tended rose would do once she left the greenhouse.
But where did it go off course later?
She grabbed my tie, breathing unevenly, and asked if I was clean.
Me?
Of course I was clean...
Until she got her hands on me.
Damn. Addictive.
That morning, my mind was full of how twisted Bian Yi's face might look, and I felt a nearly base kind of pleasure.
The phone rang. I saw Bian Yi's name.
That pleasure swelled.
I leaned close to the receiver, deliberately letting my voice carry a satisfied rasp: "Scumbags wake up this early?"
The instant silence on the other end was as beautiful as a piece of music.
Love his wife like life?
Ha. He was out.
When I gave up Chengdong, I stunned myself.
How old was I, acting like some eager kid showing off a treasure?
But I still did it.
I came in 0.01 points lower than her, leaving her plenty of face and substance.
I thought that was the start of something unspoken.
But when she handed over the equity transfer contract, her eyes were clear and bright, exposing every calculation I had.
She handed me the equity transfer contract and asked if I would let the secretary go.
Damn it!
She settled everything with money and cleanly drew a line between us.
Later, younger, fresher boys started appearing at her side, like seasonal fashion.
I finally understood.
On this ledger, from start to finish, it seemed I was the only one who lost.