If one day you were reborn,
would you still marry her?
——Prologue
Zhou Yuwen's throat felt dry.
The clacking sounds of the train were really bothersome, and after several unsuccessful attempts to find a comfortable position, he still couldn't quite fall asleep.
Yet, the ludicrous scene from last night kept Zhou Yuwen from wanting to open his eyes at all.
With his head tilted, he rested it on his petite girlfriend's shoulder.
Continuing to remain in this half-asleep, half-awake state.
So to say, one should never marry a college classmate.
Otherwise, after a divorce, you could end up seeing each other at a classmate's wedding.
Zhou Yuwen and Su Qing had been divorced for two years.
Everything should have been fine.
But this time, at a college classmate's wedding,
Zhou Yuwen's little girlfriend insisted on being brought along by Zhou Yuwen.
Zhou Yuwen thought to himself, bringing her along is fine.
It's no big deal.
It's just that Zhou Yuwen never imagined Su Qing would show up.
And even less so that Su Qing, who was twenty-nine, would still be so immature.
The moment she saw Zhou Yuwen bring a girl who was younger and more beautiful than herself,
Su Qing's eyes turned red.
During the feast, she made sarcastic comments.
To the other classmates, she said, "Look at all of you, settled with your families and careers, unlike someone who's almost thirty and still so childish, constantly fooling around with little girls in their twenties!"
Her words made everyone nearby uncomfortable.
It was embarrassing for Zhou Yuwen as well.
But Zhou Yuwen couldn't be bothered to argue, not even caring to give her a response.
Zhou Yuwen's little girlfriend was only twenty-two years old this year, of Peninsula origin, and spoke in a coquettish tone. She was quite clingy and was wearing a pink off-the-shoulder knitted top, exposing her jade-like shoulders, not to mention the hint of her snowy white chest peeking through.
Peninsula girls not only talk sweetly but are also well-nourished.
What's most important is they truly know how to act spoiled.
During the feast, she kept pestering Zhou Yuwen, saying she wanted to eat this or that.
While giving her food, Zhou Yuwen said, "Can't you pick up the food yourself?"
"Aww, I just want Uncle to help me pick it up!~" said the little girlfriend in a coquettish voice.
Zhou Yuwen's old classmates couldn't help but chuckle when they heard her voice.
And Su Qing's eyes were filled with a resentful look that could kill.
Eventually, when the meal was halfway through,
and the old classmates, who hadn't seen each other in years, were chatting merrily,
Su Qing sat alone, drinking glass after glass.
Her little face quickly turned rosy.
Truth be told, the absent Su Qing still had her charm, after all, she was once the campus belle.
With her hair pulled up, wearing a black base layer shirt, her figure was incredible.
Zhou Yuwen was a year older than Su Qing, thirty this year.
The two dated for four years in college and married right after graduation, having a brief marriage of two years.
Sometimes, fate really plays tricks on people.
Su Qing was the ambitious type of girl, always working in the student union during college and then going on to work for a foreign company, becoming a seemingly glamorous city office worker after graduation.
Whereas Zhou Yuwen was rather foolish, having spent four years of university playing games, and upon graduation, he relied on his family's connections to land a job in Jinling with a monthly salary of five thousand, working nine to five and having weekends off.
His job was just about clocking in, playing games.
Occasionally, he read novels and trolled people in forums.
Seeing those authors who write borderline-cuckold stories infuriated him so much that he couldn't sleep at night.
After a full day of rushing around at work, Su Qing would come home and have to listen to Zhou Yuwen complain at the dinner table.
What is wrong with the brain of this author?
When you're enjoying a story, why on earth do they have to ruin it?
"Let me tell you, this author is so weird; he actually had the female lead develop feelings for the antagonist, damn, if I were to write a novel, if someone even glanced at my woman, I'd gouge his eyes out!" Zhou Yuwen raged resentfully.
Su Qing looked at her husband, feeling weary.
It had been two years since they graduated from college.
Everyone else was getting promotions and raises.
Yet Zhou Yuwen was still just scraping by, acting like a child.
Su Qing was a career-oriented woman.
Not to mention Zhou Yuwen's foolishness, his mother was constantly pressuring them for grandchildren.
Su Qing was truly tired.
Finally, Su Qing voiced the word "divorce".
The house went to Zhou Yuwen.
The savings went to Su Qing.
It was somewhat unfair to Su Qing, because during their two years of marriage, Zhou Yuwen had always just been scraping by, with hardly any savings at home.
However, Su Qing didn't care about those things.
In two years, Zhou Yuwen's salary had barely reached around five thousand.
Su Qing's year-end bonus plus dividends alone were more than three hundred thousand a year.
After the divorce, she was even more valued by the company, sent abroad for six months of training, and upon returning she became a supervisor—it was smooth sailing, without an idiotic husband and that mother-in-law always pressing for children.
As for Zhou Yuwen, he was still a fool after the divorce.
But now he was single.
When the company had business trips, of course, they'd assign them to someone like Zhou Yuwen, who had no family to hold him back.
After a few such trips, he got chummy with the bosses.
And miraculously he got a promotion!
Even funnier,
back when they were married, Zhou Yuwen would daily grumble to Su Qing about how terrible certain authors were, how their writing was crap, yet they could still make the bestseller list, really questioning the level of novelists nowadays.
At that time, Su Qing always felt that Zhou Yuwen was the sort of man who was good for nothing but complaints, saying things like how he would write differently, yet he never penned a single word.
"If you're so capable, you write too!"
"You talk about people earning tens of thousands a month, if you can write, then show me earning tens of thousands!"