Summary
My boyfriend’s sexuality was a mystery, but he paid me two hundred thousand yuan a month.
Every day, I was a paragon of male virtue. I never checked his phone or asked where he’d been. If I happened to spot him shopping with a girl, I got more nervous than he did. I’d duck my head and bolt, terrified of ruining his fun.
Six months into our relationship, we were casting a movie from his phone to the TV when a WeChat message popped up.
“I’m pregnant.”
After a moment of awkward eye contact, I ventured, “Should I… go look after her during her postpartum month?”





