Why Is My Ex Like This? - Chapter 1

I stumbled home drunk and, for no particular reason, started thinking about my ex.

In a moment of insanity, I took Lu Mingke off my blocked list.

Me: [Want to sleep together? Five hundred.]

Lu Mingke: [?]

Lu Mingke: [I’m not that fucking cheap.]

I stared at the screen for a long time.

So he’d really moved on.

Well, fair enough.

He’d been mine since high school, back when he was a bleached-blond delinquent. For me, he’d dyed his hair black again and studied his ass off to get into the university next to mine.

And I’d dumped him three times without mercy.

Sighing over the past, I collapsed onto the sofa and scrolled through posts to pass the time.

One caught my eye.

[My ex is married with a kid. What does it mean when she suddenly asks me to sleep with her?]

Holy shit. That was juicy.

A little gossip would take my mind off things. I tapped on it, eager to read more.

OP: [Here’s the situation. My ex is a complete player. Dumped me three times. First because I wanted sex too much, then because I was too possessive. A vicious woman who’ll find fault with anything…]

OP: [After dumping me, she got married and had a kid in record time. But I’ve never seen her show off her husband. Does she not love him? Or is their sex life bad?]

OP: [Wait, getting off topic. What I’m asking is: should I go? She’s offering to pay. Obviously, not even a dog would go crawling back to someone like her. I just want revenge.]

Comment 1: [She’s married with a kid and just wants to fuck you. Go crawling back to what? You’re flattering yourself. /eye roll]

Comment 2: [How are you planning to get revenge?]

OP: [Fuck her.]

Comment 3: [?? OP: Only when her husband pins me down and beats me do I truly feel alive. Alive for another man’s wife.]

Comment 4: [When other people become the other man: shameless. When I do it: just a little revenge. /smirk]

Comment 5: [Get a grip. Can you please not destroy someone else’s family?]

OP: [Ha. Don’t worry. I’m an educated man. You think I’d become the other man and hide in the shadows?]

I quietly liked the post. What an unbending man of principle.

A second later, a video call popped up.

Lu Mingke spoke through gritted teeth.

“Song Mingxi. Give me your fucking address!”

I froze, staring at the handsome face I hadn’t seen in two years.

“You said yes? But there’s someone at my place…”

He seemed to be in the shower. Steam swirled around him, and his hair was still wet.

After a few seconds of silence, he propped his phone on a stand and started rubbing shower gel over himself, as though he couldn’t care less.

“Oh? Didn’t you want an affair? How is it an affair if there’s nobody else?”

My eyes widened at the lean muscle filling the screen. I swallowed.

Two years apart, and Lu Mingke had become this uninhibited?

I opened a hotel-booking app.

It was peak tourist season. The prices were ridiculous.

Gritting my teeth, I booked a single room for three hundred and sent him the link.

Lu Mingke: [?]

Lu Mingke: [A hotel? Is that all I’m good for?]

What did that mean?

Then I remembered how rich his family was.

Was the hotel I’d booked too cheap for him?

Me: [Then you book it.]

Lu Mingke: […]

Lu Mingke: [Forget it. I’m not that fucking cheap.]

I held my phone in silence for a moment.

So I wasn’t getting any tonight.

That was a little depressing.

A moment later, he sent me an address.

Wow. A sprawling downtown apartment.

I got up to change and took the battery out of my robot dog, whom I treated as my son.

“Mommy’s going out. If my brother comes home, tell him I had something to do.”

Following the location he’d sent, I found the right floor and pushed open the door he’d left ajar.

Huh?

Why was it pitch-black inside?

An inexplicable shiver went through me. I was about to turn away when two hands reached out of the darkness and yanked me against the wall. The door swung shut behind me.

My skin crawled. “Lu Mingke?!”

He didn’t answer, only came closer.

The familiar clean scent of his shower gel reached me, easing my fear a little.

Lu Mingke lifted my chin, bit my lip, and sneered.

“If you’re this hungry for me, your husband must be useless in bed.”

Your husband!

My husband?

Since when did I have a husband?