Chapter 21

Do you know how powerful this statement is when spoken? How dare she question me! This relationship is impossible to continue; the trust between people has been shattered, breaking up explosively!

Me: “Sorry, but those guys couldn’t satisfy my appetite. After all, what I truly need is a hunk with eight-pack abs and a perfect muscular body.”

Du Hongting: “I don’t believe you.”

Who are you trying to deceive? If you don’t believe, why are you suspicious?

Me: “Where would you find a girl who would reject a hunk and prefer a chubby guy?”

Du Hongting: “Then why are you with me?”

Me: “I thought you could make money. Who knew I misjudged.”

Du Hongting gloomily says, “Meng Qiqi, it’s over.”

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It made my vision blurry too.

Arguments always lead to reconciliation.

But the opportunity to force him to go abroad under the pretext of a good chance only comes once.

I’ve done some research online.

Xiao Chen is an impressive person.

MIT is also impressive.

I don’t want the fatty to give up becoming an impressive person because of our little love affair.

He has probably been there for more than a month.

I guess things should have settled down by now, and the situation should be stable.

So, I called Du Hongting to comfort him.

At first, he stubbornly didn’t answer my calls.

But the next second, he reposted a story on Weibo written by a well-known emotional blogger and internet celebrity:

“People often only realize the value of what they’ve lost. However, fate won’t give you a chance to start over. Who do you think you are?”

Oh my.

The little prince(ss) is angry.

Scrolling further:

“Breaking up is not scary. What’s frightening is endless entanglement, losing even human dignity. – Wang Zengqi.”

I said, “You’re good at math.”

But let me assure you, as a die-hard fan of Wang Zengqi, he never said this sentence.

I really want to tease him a bit more.

But “Get Rich” needs me even more.

To be honest, women must have money.

They don’t need to rely on men; they are their strongest support. So, when I was with the fatty, I never asked him how much money he had, and I didn’t take money from him. Mainly because I thought he didn’t have much money.

Now, thinking about it, I feel a bit fortunate. What if I got used to living lavishly, and he came to break up with me? What would I do?

It’s like when I was with the fatty, I would cook instant noodles with two eggs. Now that he’s gone, I can only eat plain noodles, crying and feeling miserably poor.

Being broke is really pitiful.

In the business registration information for “Get Rich,” my name is nowhere to be found. It’s mainly Zhou Taidi, Ji Yagu, and Shen Cheng who decided and divided the shares according to the proportion of the registered capital.

I’m in a tough spot.

Not a single word.

Aren’t they just bullying me for being poor?

I went back to talk to my parents. When they heard I wanted to start a business, after thinking for a while, they decided—

Not giving me a single cent.

I cried myself blind.

After all, I’m a founder.

I don’t even hope to have as high a stake in the company as Jobs and Zuckerberg.

Can I have 20%?

Divide a bit among the three shareholders.

A total of 5% is the limit.

Luckily, I am still the CEO of “Get Rich” on paper. After the company was established, the news even made it to several financial websites.

Then the fatty called me, “You didn’t give up on that loan software?”

I replied politely as if we could still be friends after a breakup, “Yeah, after all, it’s my hard work.”

Du Hongting paused for a moment and regretfully remarked, “So, you met with them to discuss this?”

I teased, “You misunderstood. I was trying to figure out whose size suits me better among them.”

His previous words were embarrassing, and I wanted him to feel it again. However, instead of apologizing, the little prince(ss) acted wronged, “You hurt me with those words too, let’s call it even.”

Well, women are generous; we won’t hold it against you.

But it seems the fatty is still upset.

I suggested a video call, he refused.

Asked for a photo, he sent me an emoji.

A chopping board and a knife slicing lotus root.

What does that mean, going vegetarian?

Upon closer inspection of the small text below —

Forcing oneself to eat lotus root.

He’s still holding a grudge, “Didn’t you say making love with me is like having a piece of fatty pork?”

Me: “Oh, I’m really sorry. Wasn’t I the one who got too angry? I didn’t choose my words carefully. Can’t I apologize to you? Can you please open the video? I miss you! I want to see you!”

He, cold and arrogant: “Is that so?”

Me: “Yes! I want to see if our baby in the United States has become even more beautiful and hot.”

Damn it. This is so cheesy; even I’m about to throw up.

He: “Really want to see?”

Me: “Super eager.”

Actually, I don’t really want to, just trying to appease him.

But he replied, “No. I don’t want you to see me in a disgusting state.”

Me: !!!

Oh, I have such a bad temper!

Me: “Fine, if you don’t want to show, I don’t care. Who cares to see you? I’ll check on little Yuexue instead!”

Great. Another argument.

After the fatty went abroad, for a whole year and more, he didn’t let me see him. Clearly, there’s deep resentment.

During that time, he did send a selfie.

I’ve never been abroad; I don’t understand. How come he’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt in the United States while I’m in a down jacket?

I asked him to send another picture, saying it’s the only one.

Whatever.

Anyway, he still looks the same, just as ugly as when he left. No significant changes.

But the way he speaks has changed.

I haven’t studied abroad, and I don’t understand. Do you international students really need to speak half Chinese and half English? What’s with all the “Tomorrow the assignment is due, the day after tomorrow there’s a retelling, next week is busy with a presentation…”?

I’ve taken the English proficiency test several times and still didn’t pass. Don’t you know?

Speak properly!

But he explained that being in an English-speaking environment for a long time, describing certain things is more accurate in English. He couldn’t find suitable Chinese alternatives while chatting with me, but he promised to try and make it understandable for me in the future.

How thick can this disdain be? I passed the English proficiency test with just one refusal!

Yet sometimes he accidentally inserts English words into his sentences… and I still can’t understand.

I heard that long-distance relationships are hard to maintain.

But I don’t find it difficult at all.

Firstly, you have to manage the time difference well. Coordinate whether you’re crawling out of bed in the dead of winter, avoiding roommates to go to the balcony and answer their call, or if it’s me in the summer sneaking into the corridor at midnight to chat with you, getting bitten by mosquitoes all over.

Once, I was drinking water while talking to him.

Suddenly, he said, “I envy your cup.”

Me: ???

Him: “At least it can touch your lips.”

I almost shed tears.

Don’t I also suffer from loneliness?

During a meal, I saw a pair of flies land on the dining table, slapping each other in front of me.

I cried out of envy.

Sometimes in the cafeteria, I encounter couples feeding each other while sitting on each other’s laps.

Silently, I went to the school’s disciplinary committee to report: “Reporting to the leadership, there’s someone slaughtering a dog in the cafeteria!”

One evening, feeling lonely after reading some adult content, I called him.

It took a while for him to answer.

I perked up my ears and heard his heavy breathing.

Asked him what he was doing.

He said, “Guess.”

I heard some noises, rhythmic movements, accompanied by his magnetic muffled moans, leading to imaginative thoughts.

He asked, “Guessed it?”

I replied, “Guessed it, you’re playing with yourself.”

He snapped, “Get lost.”

I said, “Hmm, maybe you’re pooping.”

He got angry, “Alright, hanging up, I need to poop.”

I laughed, “Haha! Well, no matter what you’re doing, I’ll give you a perfect score for that heavy breathing. Cheers to your efforts!”

There was silence on his end for a while, and then, in a sexy low tone, he softly said into the phone, “I want you too.”

Me: “…”

Phantom limb, turned to stone.

Having been flirted with over the phone by him, of course, I wanted to flirt back.

Me: “Smells so good, today I’m wearing Six God cologne.”

Fatty: “Six God does have a nice fragrance.”

Me: “Lights off, too lazy to put on clothes.”

Fatty: “At least wear underwear…”

Me: “Sleeping naked.”

Fatty went silent.

Me: “Ah, it seems like my waist has gotten a bit thicker, and my butt feels♪ plump.”

The fatty started breathing heavily.

Me: “Have you ever felt that your little elephant is itchy, just like my hand is touching—”

The fatty suddenly interrupted me, “Meng Qiqi!”

Startled, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

The fatty: “Hanging up!”

Me: “Why?”

The fatty, gritting his teeth, “I! Can’t! Take it!”

Me: Hahaha.

Who says a long-distance relationship is like being a widow?

Phone sex can be quite amusing!

Returning home for the Chinese New Year.

Some relatives, upon hearing that Du Hongting went abroad, all started to talk negatively about me—

“How is studying in the United States? You’ll still struggle to find a job when you come back!”

“There aren’t that many promising stocks in the world. They’re just some who package themselves well and then come out to deceive women for money, rubbish stocks.”

“So, girls, don’t easily believe in some guys’ promises. Don’t be foolishly deceived, ending up with nothing both in terms of people and money.”

“He’s so fat, is that okay?”

“Oh, by the way, what does that fatty do for a living?”

Feeling quite angry.

But still, I have to maintain a smile.

Me: “A fund manager.”

Relative: “So, after all, you’re just selling chicken essence.”

Me: “…”

Of course, I didn’t relay these comments to the fatty. I don’t want him to see the dark side of society. I hope every day in his world is clear and sunny.

If I can’t even protect my own man, what kind of woman am I?

Also, I’d like to advise some parents and relatives to choose their words carefully and consider the possibility of accepting the relationship. Don’t suppress the feelings of the younger generation, it will only intensify rebellious thoughts.

Originally, I just wanted to have a relationship with the fatty. Now it feels like I have to marry him.