My life was changed by Wenxuan. He is Taiwanese, 20 years older than me, and he is very well-maintained. Although he is a businessman, he has a bookish air about him. From the beginning, I knew that he was married, and he also knew that I already had a boyfriend, but we didn't care. Overseas travel, shopping in Hong Kong, and fancy dress feasts, all these things that I couldn't enjoy before, I have been able to enjoy after meeting him. He said he liked the unabashed surprise in my eyes.

How could I not be surprised? I was 25 years old when I met him. Before the age of 25, I was an out-and-out Cinderella: in the small village in my hometown, I went barefoot and cooked for the whole family; I only went to technical secondary school, not because of my poor grades, but to make money early. After I came to Shanghai, I stood at the counter, and at the end of the day, my ankles were swollen. I also did sales, smiling silly at everyone who might buy my things. Later, I met my then boyfriend through the introduction of my aunt. He is not good-looking and lazy, but he is from Shanghai. Like other lovers, we do everything step by step and there is no passion at all. We agreed to buy a house, and he wanted to buy it in the outer ring, saying it could be bigger and quieter; I wanted to buy it in the city center, smaller, and a second-hand house, lively and convenient. Because of this issue, neither of us would give in, and the marriage was delayed again and again. Sometimes I am confused: Is this my life?

But a month after Wenxuan and I met, he put 70,000 US dollars into my account and asked me to buy a house to live in.

For my birthday, he flew me 999 roses from Kunming. The flowers were deep red and as big as the mouth of a bowl; hundreds of colorful balloons were floating on the ceiling; the cake was more like a small garden. , delicious and fragrant.

I have read a book called "Xi Bao". Xibao found a rich old man. She had a famous saying: I hope to have a lot of love; if not, then a lot of money will be fine; if not, then health is enough.

No, no, I want more than just health. When I got the key to my new house, I burst into tears and walked around the living room several times. I hummed softly, and after a while I realized that what I was singing was Faye Wong's "The Name of Fake Love": "Paranoid is not guilty, a teacher has a reputation... he does not hesitate to sacrifice his life for love..." I don't know why, I feel that my singing It had a bit of a tragic flavor, and as I sang, I burst into tears in the empty house.

Why, shouldn’t I be ecstatic?

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