No Room for You in My Future - Chapter 3
Chapter 3
After we got together, Lu Ze really was good to me.
When my father lost at gambling, he’d come to campus and pressure me for money—but Lu Ze, by some method I never learned, made sure he never showed up even once.
Grandma’s medical bills were settled in one lump sum, and she was moved to the VIP ward of the city-center hospital, where the nurse sent daily photos of her smiling in the sunlight.
He could smooth over everything for me with effortless ease.
He told me to quit all my part-time jobs.
Every day brought a fresh stream of gifts, surprises invented just to delight me.
From designer bags to custom jewelry—even a finance course I’d mentioned wanting to take offhand, he had a private tutor at my school the very next day.
With him, I learned to read financial reports, to invest, gradually picking up all sorts of money-making skills.
Beyond that, we were like any ordinary couple—hugging, kissing, even getting hotel rooms.
The first time, he was bare-chested, his cool white shoulder line drawn in a smooth arc.
When he leaned down to kiss me, the silver chain at his neck rested against his beautiful collarbone, swaying gently with his movements.
My heart raced so fast I nearly stopped breathing.
He gave a soft laugh:
“Silly girl.
“Next time you kiss, remember to breathe.”
Lu Ze’s appetite really was enormous, and I had no choice but to learn to meet his every whim.
He didn’t like using a little umbrella, so I took the pill.
He craved excitement, so I went with him to unlock new settings, keeping things fresh.
But he really was a scumbag, too.
Even after we were together, the women around him never thinned out.
He’d always take whoever came his way.
His social feed was full of intimate photos with various influencers.
At banquets, when women draped themselves over his arm with suggestive closeness, he never pushed them away.
There was even a girl who called me directly, her tone dripping with provocation.
I cried over it once, too.
He didn’t care at all:
“I’m in a relationship with you, not joining a monastery.
“You can’t handle it, fine, I won’t force you.
“Then break up. I’ll find someone who can.”
After that, I learned to be sensible. I stopped saying anything.
The truth was, I wasn’t as obedient as he claimed.
I’m a woman, too. I needed a proper outlet now and then.
Lu Ze was handsome, and rich—about as good a candidate as one could ask for.
He really did have charm.
I had to admit, he’d also pulled me up when my life was at its lowest.
I was grateful to him.
I had genuinely, sincerely liked him once.
But he was just that kind of person.
Born standing at the very top of the pyramid.
He didn’t understand love, and he’d never learn how to love you.
Yet every so often he’d learn to coax you in the guise of a lover.
When he was inside you and you cried out in pain, he’d cup your face, kiss you over and over, and tell you he loved you.
He was a spoiled mad dog—but as long as you kept stroking him the right way, he’d grow a little attached to you.
A person like that? Fine for a fling.
But I had never once imagined spending the rest of my life with him.
I was twenty-seven already. I couldn’t afford to play anymore.
I, too, was waiting for the right moment.
To ask him for a breakup.
