Chapter 1 Birthday Breakup
"Can you talk properly?" I curled my legs and nudged Jiang Song with my knee.
He flopped onto the sofa and fake-cried. "Wen Shuangyang, you're so mean to me."
"Treating a sick person like this, wuwuwu."
His public image was infamous—arrogant, rude, zero manners. Everyone except his fans hated him.
The thought made me lean down, palm against his cheek, voice soft. "Keep pretending and I'll slap you."
His face froze. He sat up quietly.
"I've been talking properly. You just don't believe me."
I had this secret thing—seeing Jiang Song look all pitiful and wronged made my heart itch.
My cold expression almost cracked. "You can't act like Fei Yangyang possessed, going 'Arigato Meiyangyang San' and throwing shade at Xiao Zhou every time you see him."
"Oh, you feel bad for him." Jiang Song put on his most aggrieved face, tone even stranger.
"You kicked me while I'm sick. Wen Shuangyang, you're way too much."
"Got me, then stopped treasuring me. Typical woman move."
I took a deep breath and tried to sound detached. "Yeah, us women are all like that."
"Jiang Song, let's break up."
He froze, then turned serious.
"That's not funny. I don't think this is something to joke about."
"I know." My words made him relax a little, face softening.
It was harder than I'd expected. I kept mentally preparing myself over and over.
A long moment passed.
"But I'm serious."
"I've packed everything. I'm leaving right now."
Jiang Song pressed his lips tight and stayed silent for a while. Then he forced a smile.
"What new script is this?"
He pulled a pained expression.
"Wen Shuangyang, you're so heartless. I swear I won't fight with Xiao Zhou over jealousy anymore."
"Even if I'm just a mistress, I'm willing."
"Don't say that." I cut him off calmly.
"I'm very serious, very clear-headed, and I've thought about this for a long time."
"To be honest, I don't really know how to end a relationship properly. I just feel we're not that suitable." Such a lame excuse.
"If there's a problem, we can fix it. You can't just decide to get rid of me, Wen Shuangyang." He loved calling my full name—said it felt more intimate. No matter how many times, it was fine.
"But being with you feels exhausting. Jiang Song, love is restraint."
I forced a light smile.
"So stop trying to hold me back."
As I turned, he spoke low.
"Wen Shuangyang, it's almost midnight. My birthday."
I froze.
"I know. I did it on purpose."