I Broke Up and Took My Boyfriend's Mom With Me

Chapter 1

"Can you please talk to me properly?" I irritably curled up my legs and gave Jiang Song a nudge with my knee.

Jiang Song sprawled onto the sofa, letting out fake crying sounds: "Wen Shuangyi, you're so mean to me."

"This is how you treat someone who's sick, wuwuwu."

His usual public persona was famously arrogant, rude, and impolite. Besides his fans, everyone disliked him.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lean down closer to him, my palm resting against his face as I coaxed him softly: "Keep pretending, and I'll slap you right across the face."

Jiang Song's expression froze, and he quietly sat up.

"I've been talking to you perfectly fine. You're the one who doesn't believe me."

I might have some unknown kink—seeing Jiang Song looking all wronged and pitiful made my heart itch.

My cold expression was about to crack: "But you can't act like 'Arigatou Mei Yangyang-san' possessed by Fei Yangyang, getting all passive-aggressive whenever you see Xiao Zhou."

"Oh, so you feel sorry for him." Jiang Song put on a deeply wronged expression, his tone growing even stranger:

"I'm sick and you still kick me, Wen Shuangyi. You're really too much."

"Now that you've got me, you don't cherish me anymore. Sure enough, all you women are like this."

I took a deep breath, trying to sound as cold as possible: "Yes, all us women are like this."

"Jiang Song, let's break up."

Jiang Song froze for a moment, then turned serious:

"That's not funny. I don't think this is something to joke about."

"I know." The moment I said this, Jiang Song seemed to relax a bit.

More difficult than I had imagined, I repeatedly built up my mental defenses.

Perhaps it was a long time, or maybe just a few short seconds.

"But I'm serious."

"I've already packed my things. I'm leaving right now."

Jiang Song pressed his lips tightly, silent for a long while. Suddenly, he broke into a smile:

"What kind of new script is this?"

Jiang Song put on a pained expression:

"Wen Shuangyi, you're so cruel. I promise I'll never be jealous of Xiao Zhou again."

"Even as a concubine, I'm willing."

"Don't say things like that." I calmly interrupted what he was about to say next.

"I'm very serious, very clear-headed, and I've thought about this for a long time."

"To be honest, I don't really know how to end a relationship. I think we're just not suitable for each other." What a terrible excuse.

"If there are problems, we can solve them. You can't just try to solve me, Wen Shuangyi." Jiang Song loved calling me by my full name; he said it felt more intimate, like it didn't matter how he said my full name.

"But being with you makes me feel very tired. Jiang Song, love is about restraint."

I forced a casual smile:

"So don't try to persuade me to stay."

As I turned to leave, Jiang Song said in a low voice:

"Wen Shuangyi, at midnight it will be my birthday."

I paused in my movements.

"I know. I did it on purpose."

Chapter 2

I moved out of Jiang Song's house that very night.

My best friend Xia Yu, afraid I might do something stupid, drove over as soon as she heard the news.

But after I told her everything from beginning to end, Xia Yu's first words were:

"Have you been practicing the heartless sword technique?"

My hands didn't stop as I peeled an orange for her.

"Have you heard this saying? When you want to cut ties with someone, you say cruel things—not because you're heartless, but because you're afraid of regretting it."

"I'm afraid I'll regret it."

Pulling out a tissue, I wiped my hands while passing her the peeled orange: "Here, eat it."

She grabbed my hand and took a big bite.

Finally, that mouth was shut.

Then, a new mouth appeared.

Jiang Song's mother, Song Lan.

Auntie Song had always been very good to me. Since I started dating Jiang Song, she had always cared for me, even creating eight alternate accounts specifically to reply to and refute malicious comments about me.

When I found out, I was genuinely moved for a while.

But the breakup I proposed today, from Jiang Song's perspective, was indeed quite unreasonable.

Chapter 3

"Auntie, I and Jiang..."

Before I could finish speaking, Auntie Song hastily interrupted me: "No need to say more, don't let a man affect our relationship."

"Auntie really likes you. Being with Jiang Song just makes me feel blocked everywhere—blocked eyes, blocked heart, blocked liver, blocked lungs."

"As soon as I heard you left, seeing Jiang Song just made me feel blocked eyes, blocked heart, blocked liver, blocked lungs."

The more she spoke, the angrier she became, suddenly blurting out:

"Let's not talk about that useless thing."

Hope filled Auntie Song's eyes:

"Are you willing to live with Auntie? We'll be just like before."

Auntie Song was truly wonderful to me. She was very patient with me. She would remember my dietary restrictions and preferences, always bringing something back for me when she went shopping, and when she saw things young girls liked, she would learn to buy them for me.

I even came across one of her posts on a social media app, asking netizens: "I like buying things for my son's girlfriend, and I kind of like managing her too. Recently her hands have been cold, so I've been having someone make longan red date ginger tea for her every day. Will she find this a bit annoying but be too polite to say so?"

Whenever Jiang Song and I had minor conflicts, she always took my side. To be honest, when we broke up, I even considered taking Auntie Song with me.

But that was too ridiculous—I only dared to think about it, not actually do it.

Now Auntie Song was here...

"Auntie would never make things difficult for you. I won't go where I shouldn't. Auntie isn't trying to take advantage of you either—all your living expenses, Auntie will cover."

"It's just that at my age, without you at home, Auntie can barely go on living."

Not hearing my response, Auntie Song grew more and more anxious. I grabbed her hand: "Don't say any more, Auntie. I'd be delighted. Come on in."

Xia Yu was still enthusiastically eating oranges. Seeing me and Auntie Song chatting and laughing as we came in, her hands stopped moving.

"What's this going on?"

"I was too bored at home, so I came to stay with Xiao Yang for a while." Auntie Song answered her question before I could.

Xia Yu was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed: "Wow, I've heard of breaking up and asking for money back, clothes back, even underwear back, but I've never heard of someone kidnapping the guy's mother."

"And here I was kindly comforting you, sis, I pour my heart out to you, and you hide your scheming thoughts from me. Wen Shuangyi, you're really something else."

I gave her an embarrassed smile.

But it didn't matter. I had a mother again.

Chapter 4

After Xia Yu left, Auntie Song and I chatted for a long time.

She talked to me about many things, like how you shouldn't spoil men—they go crazy if you do; about some recent interesting news; and told me that my fans had been saying my recent condition was very good.

Listening to her, my mood brightened considerably.

Until I yawned, and Auntie Song urged me to go to sleep.

Really, she was just like my mother.

...

I had a habit of silencing my phone when I slept.

When I woke up, my phone screen was full of messages.

My agent, Sister Wei's, was the most noticeable because besides WeChat, she had bombarded my shopping, music, and payment apps as well.

I quickly tapped in to look, full of urgent prompts: "Look at the trending topics, look at the trending topics, look at the trending topics."

"It's all about you! Oh my god, we finally have our day, so accomplished."

So urgent, was she the King of Urgency?

So impatient.

Wasn't it just about me moving out of Jiang Song's house overnight and being dumped or something.

Chapter 5

"Xiao Yang, come eat breakfast, it's almost eleven o'clock."

I had just closed my eyes wanting to lie down a bit longer when I heard Auntie Song's call.

I took out my phone to look—Beijing time 9:46.

Just like my mom, calling six o'clock as eight o'clock to rush me downstairs in two minutes flat.

But my mother had been gone too long, it had been a while since I had this feeling.

So I washed up as quickly as possible, cherishing all the time I could spend with her.

The dining table was affected by violent knocking from outside the door, making slight impact sounds.

The bowls and plates set on the table also made crisp clinking sounds with the vibration.

Immediately following was a voice I knew all too well.

"Open the door, Wen Shuangyi."

"You had the guts to steal my mom, you should have the guts to open the door. Don't hide inside without making a sound, I know you're home."

"Open the door, open the door, open the dooooor." Toward the end, Jiang Song grew more energetic, even hitting high notes, each higher than the last.

Auntie Song facepalmed, looking helpless: "My foolish son is here."

"Xiao Yang, trouble yourself to go see. Just seeing him blocks my eyes, blocks my heart, blocks my liver, blocks my lungs, blocks my blood vessels."

After I agreed, she stood up briskly:

"If I listen any longer, my blood vessels are going to explode."

I was also afraid that if I listened any longer, I would get complaints from neighbors.

After hurriedly opening the door, Jiang Song's face was full of an "as expected" expression.

He spread his hands:

"Quickly, return my mom to me."

What your mom, in my house, that's my dear auntie.

I placed my hand in his palm: "I can reluctantly be your mom for a day."

Jiang Song's fingers trembled slightly.

Hearing my words, he looked at me in disbelief, deliberately drawing out his tone:

"You're so mean, Wen Shuangyi."

"Last night's Wen Shuangyi was so fierce, so scary."

"Like you could eat people, being so cruel to someone who's sick."

Even so, the end of his voice carried a hint of laughter as he held my hand.

I remained unmoved and exposed him: "You're not sick, you just scraped the skin on your knee."

"Auntie is an adult, she can go wherever she wants. You have no right to interfere."

Jiang Song gently squeezed my hand, his eyes and brows full of laughter: "You're so bad, Wen Shuangyi."

"Oh right, right, right, hurry up and leave." Jiang Song was caught off guard and was pushed away by me.

I turned and closed the door behind me: "Keep acting crazy at the door, be careful I'll record a video and post it on Weibo."

Outside the door was quiet for a moment, then came Jiang Song's soft laughter.

"You're really something else, Wen Shuangyi."

"You've broken my heart."

Knowing that Jiang Song had always loved to act, I still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

I stood for a moment until I heard Jiang Song's footsteps leaving.

"Has he left?" As soon as it was quiet outside, Auntie Song immediately poked her head out.

"He left, let's continue eating breakfast." I suppressed those thoughts.

As my thoughts raced, I casually asked:

"By the way, Auntie, today is Jiang Song's birthday, do you want to go back and see him?"

Auntie Song looked up at me: "Ah? Yes. It's fine, he's used to it."

"Before, his father and I were both busy with work, so his birthdays were always simple celebrations. He doesn't care about these things himself, he's been like that since he was little. It was only after getting together with you that he started to value his own birthday."

She waved her hand, casually: "It's nothing."

I took a mouthful of hot porridge, this porridge was cooked too thick, making my heart feel blocked too.

Was my choice really correct?

My thoughts wavered, but not long after, I discovered I was really overthinking it.

Jiang Song was doing great, living freely.

Thanks to him, the previous trending topic hadn't even cooled down, and here I was trending again.

Jiang Song V: Wanted to listen to sad songs, didn't expect I was the sad one myself. Bro keeps you in his pocket, you kick bro into a ditch, you steal my mom and still talk back to me, hate you.

The comment section was all hahaha:

"Laughing until I'm healthy, wealthy, and everything goes my way. Are you filming a TV series here?"

"Laughed so hard I rolled off my bed, my mom told me to get out."

"Other people forget their mothers when they have a wife, this one loses his wife and his mother too."

"Isn't this more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala? Love to watch."

"Suddenly feel like Jiang Song isn't so hateful anymore, mom is hilarious."

...

Really, I was both angry and amused.

But my hand uncontrollably switched to my alternate account, tapping into the super topic I followed.

"Congratulations brother on returning to single status, may you ascend to immortality one day. Forward this Weibo, draw three 188 yuan prizes."

"What's going on, you're still posting and posting even after breaking up. If your mind doesn't clear up soon, I'm really going to curse you out. Jiang Song, who are you worthy of? Without us, could you have gotten to where you are today?"

"Wen Shuangyi is probably hiding under her covers grinning with her teeth showing. Being obscure for over twenty years, relying on this one move, how much traffic did you leech? The vampire nature is fully revealed."

"Leech sister, well-deserved reputation (thumbs up). Let me count the little tricks of leech sister over these years. (Attached images 1-9)"

Each image was very long, clearly marked with timelines and annotated with eye-catching small text. At a glance, it seemed quite well-founded.

If I weren't the so-called "leech sister" they were talking about, I probably would have believed these things too.

They poured their passion into it, treating their idol as their faith, every word and action chewed over thousands of times until it was fragmented and spit out, interpreted over and over again.

Creating data to verify popularity, spending money to buy endorsed products, magazines and merchandise to prove fans' super purchasing power, tirelessly engaging in anti-black campaigns. Every task that seemed troublesome and trivial to me, they could persist in doing for a long time.

I found it hard not to be moved by such sincere love.

But sometimes I would wonder, do they love this person, or do they love the feelings they project onto him?

If it's this person, then why can't they respect his choices? Is it because the choice he made didn't match the result they imagined?

There must be distance between idols and fans. Most of what is seen is what wants to be seen. And that small part of the self might be hidden in these choices.

The person they love so passionately has a girlfriend like me who can be called ordinary and unremarkable. Their dislike for me, I can actually understand. I don't remember where I saw this saying:

If liking is a card, the front is luxurious beauty, but the back is responsibility and commitment. Perhaps because of the distance between idols and fans, this luxurious beauty is magnified, letting them see the shining appearance of their idol under the spotlight, making them unable to accept any flaws on him.

When this flaw becomes his active choice, he is then backfired by this love.

As Jiang Song's birthday approached, I used my alternate account to browse many Weibo posts, noting some details I hadn't known before. Until I saw a Weibo post from someone with the username "IsWenShuangyiDeadYet":

Really running out of patience, three years and another three years, how many three years can one have in a lifetime. Jiang Song, since your debut, I've been following you. Even in high school, I begged my mom to use her phone to boost your data, and the money I saved all bought your endorsed products. You're famous now, and your mind is confused. Do you know how many people are watching us for laughs? Do you remember what you said about wanting to run toward each other with us? I don't oppose you dating, but why Wen Shuangyi, are you blind? She's been leeching your popularity, don't you know?

I clicked into her homepage, her signature was: Clicking homepage defaults to Wen Shuangyi being dead, hehe.

It was from this day that I learned such a malicious super topic existed. In that super topic, I saw my photos Photoshopped into funeral portraits, my head Photoshopped onto various corpses with brutal deaths, and Jiang Song was included too.

In their mouths, I deserved it, Jiang Song had gone astray, they wanted him to find his way back, so their methods were extreme.

Chapter 6

A few days later, Jiang Song came to knock on my door again.

He knocked noisily, singing exceptionally cheerfully outside the door.

"Little Wenzi be good, open the door. Open the door, open the door."

I looked at the calm Auntie Song:

"Auntie, why don't you come with me to see? Really okay?"

Auntie Song shook her head: "When I see him—"

I had already learned to answer preemptively: "It's blocked everywhere, right?"

"Then I'll go see."

I would use magic to defeat magic.

As soon as the door opened, I immediately gave Jiang Song a face-full of "big sister energy":

"Jiang Song, let me tell you, big sister's coldness is minus eight degrees, stay away from me."

Jiang Song looked at me meaningfully for a moment: "Intentionally attracting my attention, I like you even more."

I was racking my brain to continue the banter when he suddenly changed the subject:

"Quickly, return my mom to me."

"What, no mom to accompany you and you're emo?" I knew Jiang Song would never admit it.

Sure enough, Jiang Song snorted coldly, his eyes showing disdain as he answered me:

"How could I possibly be emo, I listen to the DJ version of 'Mercury Record'."

"You need my mom so much, then I'll leave her with you for a few more days, I'll come get her when I have time."

He turned to leave, I quickly grabbed him: "Wait."

Jiang Song raised an eyebrow, his gaze moving from my hand all the way to my face, as if asking what I was doing.

I smiled back at his gaze:

"Can you stop posting about our affairs on Weibo?"

Making things big was never my original intention.

"Fine." Jiang Song pulled his hand back, his expression exaggerated.

"You bad woman's heart is as cold as today's weather."

A hurt look appeared on his face:

"What has love brought to men?"

"Wen Shuangyi, you're getting more and more excessive. Dumping me on my birthday, I tolerated that; you took my mom away, my dad told me to return his wife, I tolerated that; now you won't even let me post on Weibo, I can't tolerate it anymore, I'm posting it."

That night, Weibo exploded, and so did I.

Jiang Song went crazy, posting ten Weibo posts in a row, perfectly displaying a resentful husband with poor mental state.

Jiang Song V: Bad woman, hate you hate you hate you @WenShuangyi V Jiang Song V: No wife's love, lonely and hard to bear, listening to 'Mercury Record' (DJ version) alone at home Jiang Song V: A man without his wife's love closes his eyes and can't see this world Jiang Song V: The internet is full of know-it-alls, but no one understands me ...

Netizens in the comment section started recommending psychiatric hospitals to him one after another.

Quite a few people also came to my page to sightsee and check in, asking me: "Is there something wrong with Jiang Song's brain?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Song's notoriously terrible public image actually improved, with people saying they liked this kind of crazy handsome guy.

That day's trending topics were even stranger:

#JiangSongGoingCrazyForLove# Exploding #JiangSongMentalIllness# Boiling #ExpertsCallForAttentionToMentalIllness# #WenShuangyiJiangSong# #WenShuangyiStop# Hot

But I hadn't even made a move yet.

You guys are too ridiculous.

Scrolling down, a search at the bottom of the trending list caught my attention:

#JiangSongAppearsAtNoodleShopLateAtNight#

In the video, Jiang Song was still wearing the clothes from the night I broke up with him.

The day the video was taken was his birthday.

He sat in a small noodle shop and finished the entire bowl of noodles by himself.

Chapter 7

Speaking of his birthday, I hadn't actually made it very special.

What I made most often was longevity noodles.

My cooking skills weren't good, just barely edible.

The first birthday I spent with Jiang Song was shortly after we started dating.

I timed it perfectly to bring him a cake and had him blow out the candles.

The candlelight reflected on his face, tenderness in his eyes and brows.

He smiled at me, listening to me sing the entire birthday song for him.

Around us were only candlelight and moonlight, the lights behind him were bright, but I felt his eyes were brighter than all of it.

"Thank you."

"I'm very happy."

"No one has ever celebrated my birthday like this before." he added, "As thoughtfully as you."

How was this thoughtful? I was speechless with laughter, holding the cake and urging him to make a wish quickly.

I didn't know what he wished for, but he was so sincere.

The bright moon was witness.

Only later did I learn what "never celebrated before" meant, because Jiang Song was allergic to cream.

That cake sent him straight to the hospital.

I was both anxious and guilty, unable to resist blaming him for not telling me.

Jiang Song said: "I'll be fine as long as I get better."

"I didn't want to let down your good intentions."

So clumsy in love.

Looking back now, it still feels like looking through hazy moonlight.

You need to hold up a lamp to love someone.

After returning home, I learned to make longevity noodles from online tutorials.

I practiced several times at home, feeling I had it about right, then ran to Jiang Song's place to cook him a bowl.

He praised that bowl of noodles over and over again, breaking precedent by posting a WeChat Moments:

Made by my girlfriend.

The picture was my bowl of average-looking noodles.

Jiang Song ate very slowly and treasured every bite.

Much later, talking about that day, Jiang Song told me with a pained expression: "You didn't put salt, it was basically the level of hot water soaking noodles."

"I ate it with great difficulty."

From then on, every year on his birthday, cooking him a bowl of longevity noodles became almost a must-do for me.

I never expected he spent this birthday like this.

After a brief moment of contemplation, I knocked on Auntie Song's door.

"Auntie, I want to talk to you about Jiang Song."

Chapter 8

Auntie Song looked knowing, as if it were perfectly normal for the girlfriend who dumped her son to come chat about him.

But then again, since she could run away with me, this really wasn't a big deal.

"What would you like to know?" Auntie Song smiled very warmly.

I asked the question I had wanted to ask her at the dining table:

"How did you all celebrate Jiang Song's birthdays before?"

The smile on Auntie Song's face faded a bit.

I quickly changed my wording: "If you feel it's inappropriate, you don't have to answer me."

Auntie Song smiled: "Don't misunderstand, I don't feel it's inappropriate."

"How should I put it, Jiang Song's father and I were both busy with work. Jiang Song was a relatively independent child from a young age, very understanding of us. When we were busy, we couldn't pay attention to anything. So our family never placed much importance on celebrating birthdays."

"I'm very grateful to you for staying by his side all these years. I remember the first time you celebrated his birthday, he was allergic to the cake and went to the hospital. Auntie didn't blame you one bit, Jiang Song himself knew he was allergic to cream. That's when I knew he really liked you, and later when my assistant showed me his WeChat Moments, I learned you had specially cooked noodles for him. He was very happy and told me and his father many times."

The same event,原来在不同的人眼里，会有不一样的注解。

"Auntie Song, I think I went too far."

Perhaps breaking up wasn't the right decision.

Auntie Song smiled gently, reaching out to rub my head.

A bit like when my mother used to rub my head.

I miss her so much.

"You didn't, I know you're a good child. Auntie really likes being with you. The decision you made then must have been the best choice after weighing all the pros and cons, from the perspective of you at that time."

She brushed the hair scattered before my ears to the back, her tone gentle:

"Don't blame yourself."

"Auntie, am I a bit abnormal? To get confused over such small things."

Auntie said reproachfully: "Childish."

"Good child, think about it, girls in this world are colorful, we can't ask them to all become the same color. Like saying girls should be quiet and pursue stability. Similarly, the impact of one thing on others and on you is also different."

"So how could this be abnormal? I like you very much, Jiang Song likes you very much too. If you're not normal, then Auntie and Jiang Song aren't normal either?"

I suddenly felt like crying.

After my mother passed away, I rarely cried anymore, gradually becoming what adults called a well-behaved child.

But that was only because I knew that except for my mother, no one would feel heartache for my crying.

So when loved, I felt so panicked.

Chapter 9

In the text input box, the words grew long then short, short then long.

In the end, I only asked him: "How did the noodles at the small noodle shop taste?"

"The other person is typing" flashed again and again, he answered me: "A bit cold."

I didn't send anything more.

Instead, I logged back into my Weibo alternate account, masochistically clicking into that super topic.

Endless curses, almost sick collective celebrations, continuously Photoshopped ghost pictures.

Most were of me, and a small part were of Jiang Song.

They said he didn't know what was good for him, and wanted to wake him up in this way.

Actually, none of this could cause any substantial harm, and I knew Jiang Song didn't care about this kind of thing at all.

He was originally a very free and unrestrained person, others' gazes and words never made him waver in the slightest.

The outside world said he was impolite, cursed him for being arrogant and not knowing the heavens' height, Jiang Song never explained and accepted it all.

So he could also wantonly post whatever he wanted to post.

Others' definitions couldn't affect him, "this is how it's always been" couldn't bind him, he only did what he wanted, and did it very well.

But I wasn't like that, I couldn't help but care.

The sudden desire to break up with him that day was so strong I couldn't ignore it.

Seeing him trying so hard to make me happy, I suppressed the bitterness in my heart, and in a trance felt that some of what the people in that super topic said might also be right.

I couldn't give him anything, this love was as light as a feather.

If one day, the passion of love faded, the freshness was gone, and I was still anxious over such trivial matters, he would get tired of it. And so would I.

I refused to let myself become someone who was insecure and suspicious.

Jiang Song was really too good a person, I couldn't bear to let him suffer so much malice.

Chapter 10

I thought after that birthday, he would receive more love, be liked by more people.

But the Weibo posts he made tied me and him together again, even more than before.

The people in this super topic were stimulated into even more craziness.

I only read two posts, and already felt much frustration in my heart.

I really couldn't help but care.

The WeChat messages I had ignored had piled up quite a bit.

Jiang Song's messages were particularly numerous:

"Ask and run? Why aren't you answering me?"

"Wen Shuangyi, are you asleep?"

Ten minutes later:

"Are you asleep?"

"I'm not asleep yet."

Another five minutes later:

"I'm still not asleep."

Three minutes later:

"I'm still not asleep, really not asleep. Not too sleepy either."

Just now:

"Wen Shuangyi, you're so mean, stirring up my desire to confide and then running away."

"Hate you."

I couldn't help but curl my lips, my eyes focusing on those last two words he sent.

Even if he said "hate you" a thousand times, I knew what he really wanted to say was "love you."

I suddenly realized, Jiang Song had given me so much love, so I acted so unscrupulously.

Subconsciously, I never thought Jiang Song would develop any negative feelings toward me.

Thinking this, I asked him: "Are you coming to see Auntie tomorrow?"

Actually, I wanted to say, are you coming to see me?

Wait!

Jiang Song wasn't using seeing Auntie Song as a pretext, was he? After all, he never once got to see Auntie Song.

And Auntie Song always made various excuses, having me meet him instead.

Jiang Song replied quickly:

"I can come, waiting for me bro."

Chapter 11

The next day, as expected, I heard Jiang Song's knocking.

This time I didn't make him wait long, specifically表现为 he hadn't even started his singing when I opened the door.

Jiang Song outside the door even had a trace of regret on his face.

Very absurd, but on him, it seemed quite normal.

"Return my mom to me." Jiang Song had a "too tired to act" weary feeling, this sentence rolled quickly off his tongue.

I shook my head at him, my tone smiling: "No, I really like being with Auntie. You'll have to make a different request."

Jiang Song pretended to think for two seconds, quickly looking up: "Then let's get back together, I can give you my mom. When we get married, you can properly call her mom."

"At worst, we can choose mom gives son, I'm the worthless free gift, but a required item. Wen Shuangyi, is it okay or not, say something."

Auntie Song didn't know when she stood behind me, she said leisurely: "Wow, your mom is going to be filially killed by you sooner or later."

Jiang Song was fearless, instead intensifying his efforts:

"Mom, I'm trying to win my wife back, you stand to the side."

Auntie Song silently took two steps back:

"Xiao Yang, are you annoyed by him?"

"If you are, Auntie will slap him away with one big slap."

Jiang Song looked at me pitifully, staring straight at me like a large dog: "Wen Shuangyi, look at her, how excessive."

Here we go again.

Auntie Song looked slightly surprised, quickly masking it.

Her eyes circled between me and Jiang Song, affirming: "You've gradually become human-like since getting together with Xiao Yang."

She returned to the original question: "Xiao Yang, are you annoyed by him?"

Jiang Song couldn't bear it anymore and pulled me toward him, I didn't struggle, following his strength and taking a few steps in his direction.

His other hand pressed on the door, wanting to shut Auntie Song inside:

"Mom, go ask around, where have you ever seen a mother-in-law competing with her son for a wife."

Auntie Song poked her head out from outside:

"Don't talk nonsense, Xiao Yang isn't even your girlfriend right now."

"Really too excessive." Jiang Song finished speaking, suddenly lowering his head to look at me.

I looked up at him confusedly.

He placed a kiss on my forehead.

Then, Jiang Song smiled provocatively at Auntie Song.

I saw Auntie Song clench one fist, while her other hand squeezed this clenched fist.

This was bad.

I turned and opened the door a bit:

"Do you want to come in?"

Jiang Song answered me with action, striding in in three steps instead of two.

Auntie Song's anger hadn't subsided, pointing at Jiang Song's back and whispering to me: "Look at him, like a little dog."

"Still a clingy little dog."

"Mom." Jiang Song, as if he had grown ears on his back, keenly looked at me and the whispering Auntie Song.

"I'm telling you, Wen Shuangyi sleeps in the same bed as me, I can whisper in her ear in the future."

Having a son like Jiang Song was quite frustrating.

I quickly stepped forward and took his hand.

"Do you want to eat noodles? I'll make you a bowl."

Jiang Song's face came close, hugging me, his voice low and hoarse:

"I knew you wouldn't forget."

When I led him toward the kitchen, Auntie Song commented: "Yo, the leashed dog has become spirited too."

Jiang Song pretended not to hear, silently urging me with his eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

They say liars are puppies, but puppies never lie, honest and firm when loving.

Even if you've hurt him, he won't hold it against you.

He'll only say, it's a bit cold, and you won't forget.

Chapter 12

Jiang Song was eating noodles, I was watching him.

"This time it's not hard to swallow, is it?" I rested my face on my hand and smiled, remembering the first time I made it for him, thinking he was treasuring it, but it was just too awful to eat.

His eyes and brows were full of laughter, he mumbled an "hmm."

He was always most real in front of me.

"Jiang Song, since dating you, I've been very happy."

"That night I was lying to you."

Jiang Song swallowed the noodles in his mouth, his voice exceptionally gentle: "I know."

"I even thought about it for a long time, where exactly the problem was. Thinking it over, besides you overthinking things, there was nothing else."

"Every single leg hair of mine has eight hundred fangirls, there's no reason you, Wen Shuangyi, wouldn't love me."

The best part about dating Jiang Song is that you never know what will come out of his mouth next.

Forever young, forever reckless.

"I just thought that if you broke up with me, you could live well. At least, you wouldn't be cursed because of me anymore."

"During that time, I often thought, what can I bring to you? I can't help you with anything."

"But without me, you'd have a broader world." Instead of enduring that malice there.

This of course wasn't the whole reason, just that these things really affected my life at that time. I couldn't help but wonder, was my existence really a good thing for Jiang Song?

Would I only bring him endless trouble?

Jiang Song put down his chopsticks and walked to my side.

He naturally half-squatted down, I lowered my head to look at him.

Warmth on my eyes, he kissed away the unshed tears on my eyelashes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do well enough."

I couldn't speak, my voice choked, so I could only reach out to hug him.

Jiang Song hugged me back very forcefully, tightly holding me in his arms.

"Failing to give you enough security, I'm really sorry, Wen Shuangyi."

As he spoke, his hand rubbed my head, his eyes showing indescribable tenderness.

"When did you start thinking like this?"

I pressed my lips together, patted his shoulder, signaling him to let me go.

My eyes were blurry with tears, but I could still deftly open that super topic page I had browsed countless times. Jiang Song only glanced at it, his face instantly darkening.

"This behavior can already be sued, why didn't you tell me?" Jiang Song stood up, my head resting against his chest, I could hear his clear heartbeat, feeling so reassured.

"You see when you're so fierce to me, I can't bear to say more than two words to you. When these people treat you like this, I can understand you feeling upset and wanting to break up."

"What?" I wailed loudly, "Why don't you look at how they Photoshopped you?"

Jiang Song laughed softly, helplessly sighing.

"I don't care about these things. I'm happy you feel sorry for me, but Wen Shuangyi, tell me, who feels sorry for people like you? Feeling sorry for me to the point of breaking up with me."

"You hurt me much more than they do."

I felt very ashamed, so I buried my head in his chest, getting his clothes all dirty.

Jiang Song laughed even harder: "If you cry anymore, my clothes will be able to drip water."

I wailed even louder, the kind that was all thunder and no rain.

Being interrupted by Jiang Song like this, I couldn't cry anymore.

Seeing I had calmed down, Jiang Song walked a bit away and made a phone call.

After finishing the call, he walked straight over and sat me on his lap.

"Too excessive, Wen Shuangyi, I'm so good yet you still broke up with me, you need to compensate me properly."

He rested his head on my shoulder, embracing me in an extremely intimate posture.

Breaths intertwined, even though I couldn't see his face, I could imagine his expression at this moment.

Just like the countless times he had held me before.

After a long silence, Jiang Song said: "These kinds of things make you unsettled, you need more exercise, Wen Shuangyi."

Really great at ruining the atmosphere.

"People who want to vent malice will always find reasons to hurt you. You love me so you feel sorry for me, can't stand to hear others speak ill of me; I love you so I respect your thoughts, trying to help you resolve your concerns."

"Love indeed has thousands of forms, but none of them appear as harm. They act in my name while doing things that hurt me, this isn't love, Wen Shuangyi. Aren't you the best at talking about these big truths? How come when it's about you, you can't see through it?"

I subconsciously retorted: "When am I the best at that?"

Jiang Song sneered, saying sarcastically: "Love is about restraint."

"Why don't you just restrain me to death."

I broke free from his embrace, covering his mouth with one hand: "Don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Song pulled down my hand, asking solemnly: "Still want to break up?"

I quickly shook my head: "I was thinking wrong, Jiang Song, let's get back together."

He frowned slightly, his tone displeased:

"Get back together my ass, I never agreed to the breakup in the first place."

That's right, what he wrote on Weibo was "my girlfriend who unilaterally broke up with me."

Jiang Song embraced me again, pulling me into a full hug:

"Don't move, hug me a bit longer."

Chapter 13

When I clicked into that super topic again, the system提示违规无法使用。

I immediately thought of Jiang Song's phone call yesterday.

I knew there would still be similar super topics appearing, and there would still be endless malice that couldn't be stopped.

But this time, I was no longer afraid.

Love might not be able to change me, just like I would feel anxiety, feel pain.

But being loved can.

Being loved makes one invincible.

Jiang Song caught me staring blankly at my phone.

"Are you very moved, Wen Shuangyi?"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Hearing Jiang Song's voice, Auntie Song rolled her eyes at him:

"Don't be moved, if he can do this, Auntie can do it too."

"Mom, you're really my birth mother." Jiang Song seemed very helpless.

I hugged my phone watching the two of them bicker, an unconscious smile appearing on my face.

So nice, the child who lacked love finally received a lot of love too.