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I moved into the villa that Mr. Xu bought for me, and I have been living here for three years.
As I mentioned before, I referred to myself as a rich second generation in front of my classmates, moving out of the dormitory, being picked up in luxury cars, and being intimate with Mr. Xu in the car parked at the school gate. To my classmates, all of this seemed natural and not without envy; they flattered me while making sarcastic remarks, saying, "Xiao Ye, you have such a good relationship with your dad."
I lifted my chin and replied, "Of course."
"Your dad looks so young, like a handsome uncle from a TV drama."
"Really? I don't think so; I'm used to it."
Naturally, both Mr. Xu and I tacitly chose to keep Xu Wenmo in the dark about our relationship. Fortunately, she was always indifferent towards Mr. Xu and didn't pay much attention to his work or life, so I wasn't too worried about her finding out.
Living in the villa allowed me to decorate freely according to my mood, such as the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, fragrant delicate potted plants, pink lace curtains, a glass cabinet as clear as jade, a beautifully shaped vanity table, and a photo of Mr. Xu and me kissing on the wall. Speaking of this, Mr. Xu initially hesitated to take pictures with me—probably due to a businessman’s cautious nature, fearing any potential trouble—but after my repeated pleas, he agreed to let me take one with my phone. The next day, I happily developed it and hung it prominently in the hall.
When Mr. Xu returned home that evening and saw the large photo, he paused for a moment.
I cupped my face with both hands, tilted my head, and smiled at him playfully, asking, "How is it? Looks good, right?"
He gazed at my youthful demeanor with a hint of emotion in his eyes and nodded slightly, saying, "Leave it up."
At that moment, I knew that little by little, I was starting to enter his heart.
I love Mr. Xu; there's no doubt about that. Before meeting him that day, I racked my brain and finally came up with a solution that would work for both of us: avoiding my father while having a reasonable excuse to be with Mr. Xu.
That was to engage in a romantic relationship under the guise of a transaction.
Mr. Xu thought I was young and inexperienced in love; no matter how it went, he felt he had the upper hand and treated me exceptionally well. In reality, I was taking advantage of the situation and immersing myself daily in the sweetness of love, making it hard to extricate myself from it.
As a result, I also fell behind in several classes.
Mr. Xu was my contact at school; when my instructor called him to say that I had been skipping classes frequently, he helped cover for me while looking at me meaningfully and reminding me to attend class on time. I threw myself onto him with my chin resting on his chest and said, "I can't bear to leave you for even a minute; what should I do?"
He played with my earlobe and asked teasingly, "So it's my fault then?"
"Yes, it's your fault." Our gazes locked together without breaking away.
"Silly Girl," he chuckled softly. "I only have free time during this period; in a couple of days I'll be busy again and might not be able to come for a while. When that happens, you need to go to class obediently; if I receive another call from your instructor—" His tone was calm but carried an undeniable weight that made it hard not to take seriously—"then there will be no need for me to support your college education anymore."
I sat up halfway beside him and lowered my head mumbling, "I understand; I'll go to class."
"Good girl."
I tilted my face up and smiled playfully, "Mr. Xu, can I not call you Mr. Xu anymore?"
He rested his arms behind his head, "Then what do you want to call me?"
"Azhou... no, no, that's not nice. How about 'dear'? Hmm—too cliché," I pondered. "What about 'hubby'?"
His expression darkened, "Let's stick with Mr. Xu."
I quickly replied, "I'm just joking, no need to take it seriously."
He sat up, lifted my chin, and leaned in close, just a finger's distance away, whispering, "Call me 'uncle,' it gives me a different thrill."
Then he suddenly pushed me down onto the bed.
We rolled around like conjoined twins.
What? A mistress? Ha, what a joke!
Everyone is selfish and self-serving; facing Mr. Xu, all I saw was unwavering love. Morality is for outsiders to judge; the parties involved never feel guilt or shame—you'll know if you experience it.
In the eyes of so-called mistresses, marriage is not about who came first but rather about the replacement of the old with the new.
Moreover, I never intended to replace Liu Ya and take the main position.
Mr. Xu started getting busy; I didn't see him for four or five days, and he could only be reached by phone at night, saying he was on a business trip. Feeling bored alone in the villa, I returned to school for classes.
In a lecture hall that could hold two hundred people, an elderly man over fifty stood at the podium droning on about Mao Zedong Thought Theory. I felt drowsy and decided to lie on my desk and read an e-book.
"Hey, Xiao Ye," a female classmate nudged my elbow, "It's been a while since I've seen you in class."
"Mm," I couldn't even be bothered to turn my head.
"Someone came to the dorm looking for you yesterday." This classmate had lived in the same dorm room with me before I moved out.
"Who was it?"
"A girl, really pretty, about your height; she said she was your sister."
My heart tightened as I sat up straight. "And then?"
"I told her you were living at home and not in the dorms. She asked when you moved out and if a middle-aged man who looked successful and dressed in a suit helped you move your things. I said yes, and then she didn't say anything else and just left."
I had told my classmates that my dad bought an apartment in Qingdao and that I was living at home.
Xu Wenmo is such a clever person—my hands trembled slightly as I held my phone; alarms were ringing in my mind that something must be happening—definitely! The silent Xu Wenmo is far more terrifying than the one who confronts directly.
Think about the first night I spent with Mr. Xu. At that time, Xu Wenmo was silent, her cold gaze instilling fear in me.
"When was yesterday?"
"Around one o'clock in the afternoon. To be honest, your sister is really beautiful; how come you never mentioned it..."
I couldn't focus on a single word of what my female classmate said next. I had known about it since yesterday afternoon; why hadn't I reacted until now?
Could it be that she asked Mr. Xu first?
I didn't quite understand either. It seemed that Xu Wenmo had an almost obsessive protection over me. She should know my thoughts but still treated me well. Whenever it came to my relationship with Mr. Xu, she always placed the blame solely on him, completely portraying me as a victim.
So, it was highly likely that she chose to confront Mr. Xu while shielding me.
I couldn't wait to ask Mr. Xu, so I stood up without hesitation. The chair made a loud noise as it flipped upright, echoing in the empty classroom, drawing everyone's attention to me. I ignored them and rushed out of the classroom, heading to the hallway to call Mr. Xu.
Off, still off!
A vague sense of unease swelled into fear, wrapping around my heart. I thought I understood Xu Wenmo, but when someone is pushed to their limits, they are no longer themselves. I couldn't predict what terrible things she might do in retaliation against me and Mr. Xu.
What should I do? What should I do...
I paced back and forth in the hallway.
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