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

As night fell, the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the stars. Lijuan took a sit by her desk and wrapped her fingers around her coffee cup beside her graphics tablet. It had been a while since she'd used it, and she felt like trying out new things, like she used to when she was still a teenager. But Wu crossed her mind again, and she frowned, letting out a deep sigh, feeling guilty for ignoring him for so long.

Her silence made him feel like he was at fault. Everything would've been avoided if he just stayed away from her parents and Hong. She was sad for a while, and she didn't want to come up with any excuse for not picking his calls or replying to his texts.

A week was enough to give him the wrong idea that he was to blame for her mother hitting her. Xiulan not accepting Wu was as good as saying he wasn't good enough for her daughter, and lijuan felt terrible whenever her mom's toxicity came to her mind.

Chapter 19: First Love