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Choices Under the Moonlight: The Truth and Redemption of Elite Marriage
墨書 Inktalez
1
I am the substitute for Gu Ziyu's white moonlight.
In the year when I was the most broke, Gu Ziyu gave me two hundred thousand. I signed an agreement with him that after his white moonlight returned two years later, I would leave automatically.
With three months left until the deadline, I found out I was pregnant.
Gu Ziyu learned about this.
There was no surprise as I had expected; Gu Ziyu simply said, "Have the child!"
I am not someone who easily falls in love, but I was still moved by him.
However, it seemed that Gu Ziyu's white moonlight knew about the child's existence and returned to the country early.
2
Gu Ziyu's white moonlight is named Zhang Wen. She has six PhDs in her family and three general managers of listed companies; Gu Ziyu's aunt is her career mentor.
Zhang Wen is a writer known for her crime and suspense novels, gaining some fame in her circle.
To write authentically, she not only reviewed many case files but also personally participated in investigations.
She understands everything needed for a perfect crime.
And she reached out to the child in my belly.
I am having Gu Ziyu's first child.
Only three months old.
When Zhang Wen learned of his existence, she did not want to keep him.
But I love him!
3
At that time, Gu Ziyu was planning to marry me.
He had already bought the wedding ring.
I had even tried on the wedding dress.
The date for taking wedding photos had been set as well.
Zhang Wen's return to the country coincided with this time; when she learned that the bride was me, she did not show it too obviously.
To get close to me and eliminate the child in my belly, she prepared for a month before returning home.
And at that time, I was completely unaware of it.
4
Gu Ziyu and I lived in the suburbs; every morning he would take me to the subway station. I would transfer once on the subway, which took about thirty-five minutes to reach my company.
I am a very disciplined person when it comes to time, and this fact has come to Zhang Wen's attention. After a month of surveillance, she has learned all the times I wait for the train at the subway station. She meticulously calculates the time I leave home each day, the time I arrive at the first subway entrance, the time I transfer trains, and the time I appear at the company entrance.
She knows the fixed time slots for each platform, how many people flow through during those times, whether there are cameras at my platform, and where those cameras are positioned. She also considers whether she can approach my location while avoiding being captured on camera. Everything is part of her plan.
To study my travel patterns, she even took photos. Meanwhile, I am busy with wedding preparations and work, completely unaware of her actions.
The time comes on the day Gu Ziyu returns to celebrate with Zhang Wen. That night, he does not come home. I wake up in the middle of the night to find the surroundings empty and silent; moonlight falls on me, and suddenly I feel cold. I call out Gu Ziyu's name, but all I hear in response is my own echo.
The watch shows it's midnight, but it is already two in the morning. My WeChat message to him remains unanswered. Looking around my empty home, a sense of crisis washes over me. I scroll through Gu Ziyu's Moments; they are visible for three days, but he posted nothing yesterday.
I have long heard about Zhang Wen returning as a famous writer; I just didn't expect her influence over Gu Ziyu to be so significant.
I can't sleep! There is not a hint of drowsiness! After three seconds of dialing Gu Ziyu's phone, I hang up. Forty minutes of silence pass without a single response. Am I being completely ignored?
I look at the engagement ring on my finger, feeling desolate inside. I followed Zhang Wen on Weibo two years ago and today is the first time I've logged in to browse it. The first post about her return celebration shows two hands intertwined; I recognize the Rolex on the male wrist—it belongs to Gu Ziyu.
Tears flood down uncontrollably; these days spent preparing for marriage felt fulfilling and happy, but it was all just a lie he told to placate me into having a child. The news of Zhang Wen's return has already made headlines; soon the media will expose who owns that Rolex watch.
And here I am, merely a clown who rose to prominence because of a child, not even qualifying as a mistress. What’s even more terrifying is that I can imagine how Gu Ziyu would cast me aside under Zhang Wen's spotlight.
Zhang Wen cannot have children, but Gu Ziyu only wants the child in my belly.
I caress my stomach; my child is already three months old. This unexpected little life jumps along with my pulse. He is the first creation that truly belongs to me in this world.
I do not want to lose him.
I do not necessarily have to cling to Gu Ziyu. Two years ago, I lowered my pride in front of him for the sake of the two hundred thousand surgery fee.
Did I even become a pitiful creature toyed with by him?
I will absolutely not give up on myself.
That night, I packed everything up. After being with Gu Ziyu for two years, he bought me a luxury watch and a limited edition handbag after I stood up for him during a crisis at a press conference, blocking all the humiliating attacks from netizens. Now, I plan to sell them all.
At five in the morning, I left the place where I had lived for two years with my small suitcase. This is Gu Ziyu's home, but it does not belong to me.
At nine in the morning, a friend who deals in second-hand sales sent me a message.
“Lin Lin, the items you sold for me—the luxury watch, the handbag, and your engagement ring—are all fakes! They're worthless!”
I had prepared myself mentally, but I did not expect Gu Ziyu to have sunk so low.
The time he rewarded me with that watch was during a public relations crisis at his company. At that press conference, the reporters were very agitated, and there were many family members affected by Gu Ziyu's company's products present.
Eggs were thrown at him from the crowd, and standing in the center was Gu Ziyu, who felt fear for the first time.
At that moment, I did not believe that Gu Ziyu's company products had really caused any issues; inexplicably, I used my body to shield him from the eggs.
In front of him, I scolded those who were misinformed.
I tightly embraced his body and shielded him behind me, shouting angrily, “In the face of truth, any baseless accusations are futile! The company is a public welfare enterprise; if we truly wanted to make money off people's misfortunes, we wouldn't be so open about doing charity!”
My brave act was reported by the journalists present and quickly caught the attention of higher authorities.
Within half a month, the situation was clarified; this public relations crisis was resolved because of me!
At that time, Gu Ziyu was genuinely overjoyed and bought me luxury watches and bags one after another.
I never dared to use them.
Were they all fake?! I felt dazed; after being by Gu Ziyu's side for two years, he taught me many things, and I tried not to develop feelings for him. But how could someone I cared for so deeply reward me with fakes after I risked my life to protect him and his company?
I was truly hurt.
I sat on the sofa in a daze, curling up into a small space.
Suddenly, I felt that the air conditioning around me was too cold.
“It's all fake?” I laughed self-deprecatingly, “Even the ring is fake?”
I submitted my resignation letter at the company. After an hour of handover, I chose to leave.
My source of income has dried up, and I only have a little savings left. In this vast sea of people, I choose to go home.
Two years ago, my only family member was critically ill and needed surgery. However, the two hundred thousand yuan I gave to the hospital could not save them. I no longer have any relatives left.
Standing in front of this twenty-square-meter old and shabby place, my eyes momentarily glistened with tears. I placed my hand on my slightly protruding belly; this child is three months along.
Life is short, and struggling alone for survival is exhausting. This child is my only bloodline and family. He may not have a father, but I will be a good mother.
I pulled out the key to the house from my handbag and entered the home I hadn’t returned to in two years. The house was covered in dust, but seeing my parents' photos on the table lifted my spirits once again. This will be where I live in the future.
I tidied up the small room, made myself a cup of hot water, and sat on the balcony with the cup in hand. I thought to myself, "Child, you will surely like it here."
At six o'clock in the evening, my phone rang; it was Gu Ziyu. There was no surprise or sadness. He was merely a passerby in my life, and now it was time for us to part ways.
After a two-second pause, I answered the call, holding the phone to my ear without speaking first.
"Where are you? Aren't you coming to work?" Gu Ziyu's voice was heavy, tinged with an understanding of my temperament.
Hearing his voice suddenly made me feel much more relaxed.
"Um!" I paused for a moment and said with relief, " director Gu, the agreement has expired; we have no relationship from now on!"
The silence on the other end was terrifying; his voice turned icy cold, "What do you mean?"
Is he questioning me? I laughed lightly, "It means we owe each other nothing anymore. Gu Ziyu, Zhang Wen is back; I'm stepping aside. We will never meet again!"
Gu Ziyu's voice remained calm as he gripped his phone tightly, a thin layer of sweat forming in his palm. "Let's meet and talk!"
"There’s nothing to talk about between us! The child is gone; there’s no need for us to meet again!" I lied to Gu Ziyu as I gently caressed my belly until his voice faded into coldness.
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