I get it, your one true love is Sophia Lin. I don’t even compare to a single strand of her hair.
But I really didn’t want to get involved in your relationships!
I sincerely believe you nine are a perfect match, meant to be together for life.
So I thought for a moment and seriously suggested: “How about this? Don’t come looking for me anymore. That way your precious Sophia won’t be upset.”
But they must have had a screw loose in their heads.
Not only did they ignore my sincere advice, they even misunderstood that I was speaking
out of jealousy.
That I was competing with Sophia Lin for their attention.
Ryan Chen laughed coldly with a “just as I expected” expression. He said disdainfully: “What, are you jealous of Sophia? I didn’t expect that after warning you so many times, you’d still harbor unrealistic hopes for me. Although you don’t even compare to a single hair on Sophia’s head in my heart, I can allow you to stay by my side as a hidden lover,
considering your feelings. But only if you obediently go apologize to Sophia and swear
never to appear in front of her again.””
Jack Thompson’s face darkened: “Ryan Chen are you asking for another beating?”
Then he turned to look at me, still with that self–confident expression. He said in confusion: “You dated me for three months, loving me desperately, willing to stay with me even without money. Why did you then find these other seven men? Did they threaten you? Although my heart belongs to Sophia, I can help you get rid of them if you beg me, considering our three months together. Just stay obediently by my side from now on.”
Although my heart belongs to Sophia, I can help you get rid of them if you beg me, considering our three months together. Just stay obediently by my side from now on.”
Ex–boyfriend number five ranted: “Bullshit, Olivia loves me most! She often cooks and
does laundry for me.”
Ex–boyfriend number four laughed coldly: “Cooking and laundry, that’s nothing. She doesn’t really love you. She stayed up all night taking care of me when my stomach hurt
from drinking, often worrying and reminding me not to drink, even though she knows I have someone else in my heart.”
Ex–boyfriend number seven chimed in: “Hah, that’s nothing. She knows I have someone I like, but she’s still willing to be her substitute. She always dresses up according to her
habits to please me, and clearly remembers the day we met, my birthday, and all my
hobbies. If that’s not love, what is?”
Soon, they started arguing again over who I loved most and what I had done for each of them.
They were all firmly convinced that they were the man I loved most.
I silently plugged my ears and thought:
I really don’t understand men’s damned competitive nature.
Although they kept saying they loved Sophia most, they could still almost come to blows
over the question of who I loved.
After enduring for two minutes, I really couldn’t stand the noise anymore and quietly spoke up:
“I really didn’t have any unrealistic hopes for you guys.”
“I was just strictly following the service principles of the substitute industry, treating you nicely in exchange for money. Don’t take it seriously.”
