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

"It's almost Christmas. What should we do to celebrate it?"

"Depends," Wu said brushing his hair "I feel like getting a haircut. I'm not a fan of this length."

"I like it, it really looks good on you."

"Yeah" Lijuan said with a smile as she raised her hand to play with the strands.

"Well, I'm not listening to you because you barely listen to my opinions about the dresses you wear. It's always…" He cleared his throat to imitate her "As I was saying. It's always Wu, does this dress look good on me? I feel like the design isn't perfect yet, and I'd say, it looks great on you, but you'll eventually toss it away and pick what you want to wear. I always wonder, why you ask me for my take on it when you don't bother wearing it in the end."

"I haven't really noticed that I do that" Lijuan said.

"You did that a couple of minutes ago when you asked me about the purse you want to buy."

Bonus chapter