SofarLunar

"I endured this pain day after day, drowned in the ocean of tears that weren't allowed to leave my eyes. I held on for long, but they didn't love to see that, they stepped upon my head, content to watch me drown in the emotional mess they caused."

Seven relationships and all were doomed from the start. The same issues and the same outcome, all the girls he loved left him, cheated on him, stabbed him in the back. 

Was he hexed? Was he really the problem? Why did they never last? Chang Wu didn't know. All he knew was that, they were breaking his heart to smaller pieces every time they walked out of his life because he couldn't 'afford' them. 
 
He'd tried everything to the extent everyone called him a simp for women who wouldn't even do half of what he'd done for them. 'Why were all middle class women the same?' Why hadn't he met one that wouldn't push the burden of financial responsibilities on his shoulders. The more he thought of it, the more he bore hate, until he decided to give up on them, and aim for something higher. 


Dating a rich woman was his next step. As impossible as it sounded and difficult to achieve, he thought the woman on the magazine cover that caught his attention would actually love him, not because of money because she already had that. There were problems, he had to live falsely to catch her eye and watch out for potential threats to avoid the truth from getting exposed, but how long would he pretend to be the opposite of what he truly was? How long would he lie? How long would he continue to live in fear? And most importantly, how would he put an end to the facade without getting his dream woman hurt?

Why I hate Middle Class Women

Wu stared deep into Lijuan's eyes, cupped the cheeks that were slowly turning red, and she hesitantly looked up at him. He smiled at her before slowly; he leaned into her, brushed her lips against his. Not innocently, more like a tease, but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding.

The swirls of emotion that reflected in his eyes caused her to gasp. Lust and desire. However, before she could ponder about it further, he covered her mouth with his in a hungry kiss.

He began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers, radiating warmth from the spot where his lips touched and it gradually moved to the rest of her body.

Just as she felt a rush of euphoric bliss envelop her, Wu drew away as soon as a loud phone call interrupted. She instantly missed the lovely heat curling within her, and it left a frown on her face before she moved her hand to the table beside the bed, then answered the call.

Part III