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Xu Jiachen
Looking at me with a complex expression, he asked, "You really haven't been in a relationship before, have you?"
I took a deep breath and looked up at him. "No, I haven't. What's it to you?"
He looked shocked. "You..."
I stared back at him. "Is it really that strange that I haven't been in a relationship?"
"It's not strange; it's just unbelievable."
"You think being pretty means I should have been in a relationship?"
"You said you've never been in one either, right?"
He looked at me, his expression slightly awkward. "I was lying about that."
I was taken aback for a moment.
He sighed. "Forget it; let's not talk about this."
He looked at me. "Honestly, I can't understand you anymore."
I felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze. "What is it that you don't understand about me?"
"You say you've never been in a relationship, but you don't act like it."
"Then what do you think I act like?"
"Like..."
He looked at me and suddenly fell silent.
After a long pause, he slowly spoke again. "Never mind."
"I'm going to get dressed."
With that, he stood up and put on his clothes.
"Take care of yourself; I'm leaving now."
I watched his departing figure, feeling a mix of emotions.
The next day, I wanted to contact Xu Jiachen, but found I couldn't reach him at all.
No response on WeChat, and his phone was unreachable.
It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
For a moment, I even doubted whether he had ever existed.
Until three days later, when I encountered him again at the KTV.
Xu Jiachen has disappeared.
I lay in bed, feeling weak all over, filled with frustration and anger.
I actually lost a million because of a moment of impulse!
I actually lost a million because of a moment of impulse!
...
I want to kill someone.
I want to find someone to put Xu Jiachen in a sack and beat him up!
Just when my mood hit rock bottom, the doorbell suddenly rang.
I dragged my exhausted body to open the door and was surprised to see Xu Jiachen!
He looked delighted, holding breakfast in his hands, with a big smile on his face.
"Good morning!"
My feelings were complicated; I wished I could beat him up, but I still let him in.
"Have a seat; I'll change my clothes."
He obediently sat on the sofa.
I went to the bedroom to change my outfit and then sat down across from him.
"Now tell me, why did you suddenly disappear?"
He smiled and said, "Last night... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that while you were drunk."
"I shouldn't have just left without saying anything."
"But I had my reasons."
I frowned, "What reasons?"
He looked at me and said, "I really need money; I wanted to ask you to lend me some, but I didn't dare."
"Why didn't you dare?"
"I'm afraid you'll misunderstand."
"Misunderstand what?"
"Misunderstand that I'm getting close to you to scam you for money."
I stared at him, "Isn't that the case?"
He shook his head, "No."
I sneered, "Isn't that one million enough for you?"
He looked at me, his expression complicated, "If I hadn't taken that one million, I would probably never be able to pay you back."
"Why?"
"Because I was deceived."
I was taken aback, "Deceived?"
He nodded and pulled out his phone to show me a document.
"This is the contract I signed with the company. Two years ago, I was signed by an entertainment company that promised to develop me into a successful singer."
"But they didn't fulfill their promise; instead, they made me take on various commercial performances that I didn't want to do."
"I have to socialize until the early hours of the morning every day, and I never get enough sleep."
"I don't want to waste my life any longer, so I want to terminate the contract."
"However, terminating the contract requires paying a hefty liquidated damages fee, which I can't afford."
"So, you borrowed money from me just to pay the liquidated damages?"
He nodded.
I looked at him, "Why didn't you tell me the truth before?"
He smiled bitterly, "If I told you the truth, would you believe me?"
"No."
"So, I had no choice but to use this method."
I glanced at the breakfast in his hand, "Did you make these buns yourself?"
He paused for a moment, "Of course not; I bought them."
"I steamed them myself."
I looked at him, "Do these buns represent your sincerity?"
He nodded, "I hope you can give me a chance."
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