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It's Lu Chen, it must be Lu Chen.

In fact, I didn't really care that my novel wasn't selected. I just felt sorry for Davis' efforts, but one thing is another. If I lost my qualification because Lu Chen stole my novel, how could I? Maybe sit idly by?

Both Davis and Paul believed in me unconditionally, which moved me a lot.I told them I knew about it and I would take care of it myself so they didn't have to worry.

But even after saying so with all my heart, I'm not at all sure I can get justice.Since Lu Chen dared to do such a thing, he must think that being as small as me is no threat at all to him.

But no matter what, I will always try.

On Friday evening, I went straight home after class.Sure enough, as usual, after 07:30, Yan Minglang returned.

I stood up from the sofa, he was obviously taken aback when he saw me, and quickly walked in as if nothing had happened, and went straight upstairs.

I followed him up the stairs, he paused and turned to look at me.

"Yan, do you have time? I have something I want to talk to you about."

He looked at me for a while, nodded, went up the stairs, and walked into the study.

I sat opposite him across the desk, he casually turned on the computer, and then looked at me as if he was listening.

"Go ahead."

I thought about my wording, and then asked carefully: "Please tell me, what kind of work does Lu Chen do, is that okay?"

A look of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Why are you asking this?"

"Please answer me first."

He was silent for a moment before saying, "He is a best-selling author."

really!I twitched the corner of my mouth sarcastically: "Isn't his pseudonym Qingming Zhichen?"

"……you know?"

"Yes, I know," I said as calmly as possible, "do you know the circumstances under which I knew his pseudonym? Yan, do you remember that a few months ago, I wanted to get my detective novel Going to contribute?"

He looked at me, seemed to be thinking about something, and nodded after a while.

"Davis told me my novel was rejected."

He looked at me lightly, as if saying "So it is" with his eyes.

I looked down at his too direct gaze, looking at my fingers.

"The reason for losing the election was not that my story was not good enough, but that I was suspected of plagiarism." I paused, then raised my head and looked directly into Yan Minglang's eyes. "It is said that I plagiarized from a man named The works of the writer of Bright Morning, and his works have just been drafted two months ago and have entered the publishing process. Yan, tell me, do you think I have the opportunity to plagiarize his unpublished novels?"

Yan Minglang frowned tightly, and his deep eyes stared at me for a while, I could see that he was not thinking, the answer was obvious and there was nothing to refute.

But he asked me, "What do you want to say?"

The moment he asked this sentence, my heart went cold.

I took a deep breath, clutching my knees with both hands, trying to calm myself down.

"Yan, I know that you trust Lu Chen more than me, but don't you think it's unreasonable? I only met Lu Chen twice, once on the tennis court and once at home. Opportunity to plagiarize. Instead, he, when I came back that day, I saw him walking down the stairs, and later I found out that my computer had been—”

"Shaw, Lu Chen is a best-selling author. He has published many books, and his talent is obvious to all."

I stood up abruptly, and finally couldn't help interrupting him loudly: "I know! But even if he publishes [-] books, his talent is unmatched, and it has nothing to do with what I'm talking about with you!"

He looked at me quietly, his overly calm eyes made me feel heart-piercing indifference.

"He's a guy with a lot of self-esteem, he can't copy anyone."

I laughed.

Does he not copy anyone?Is that why you trust him?

I felt cold all over, and my hands and feet were numb.I managed to hold on to the chair behind me to barely stand still, and it took me a long time to find my voice.

"So you think, like the magazine said, I copied him?"

His lips moved, and I waited for his answer, but he slowly pressed his thin lips together without saying anything.

In facial features, those with thin lips are mostly fickle and ungrateful people.In fact, that's not always the case, at least Yan Minglang's love and righteousness towards Lu Chen has reached the extreme.

In fact, I had guessed the ending a long time ago, but even so, my heart still inevitably sank.I know that I can't get justice for myself, and the only person who can help me chooses to believe that liar.

I turned around numbly and walked out of the study.

When the door was closing, I seemed to hear Yan Minglang calling my name.I ignored it and went into the bedroom.

Yan Minglang didn't come in until late at night, I think he should have left.

I curled up on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, but my body couldn't help shaking.I know that the cold comes from inside my body, even if I cover ten thousand quilts, I still can't get warm.

Tortured repeatedly by heartache and fatigue, I do not know when I fell asleep.I had a dream in which I held a bloody knife in my hand, and a man was lying face down at my feet, with blood gurgling from the hole in his vest.

Yan Minglang's face was contorted with anger and hatred, he yelled and rushed towards me.

But I looked up to the sky and laughed without fear, and was so happy that I almost shed tears.

But the dream is a dream after all, when I wake up at dawn, there is nothing but the pillow wet with the tears falling from the dream.

I still can't do anything but swallow my anger.

Except for Davis and Paul, no one would believe me, and even if I wanted to make a big deal out of it, Yan Minglang would not allow me to hurt that "brilliant" "high self-esteem and disdain to copy" old lover.

I give up.

Not only did I give up on this matter, I completely gave up on Yan Minglang.

I would rather be alone all my life than have such a family who never treat me as a human being.If it weren't for the 6000 million Australian dollars in debt, I think I would have gone far away now, whether it is Australia or any strange place, I don't want to live with this cold-blooded man anymore.

But the reality is, I have no money, I can only stay by his side for the rest of my life.

After that day, the number of times Yan Minglang and I met was even more reduced. Basically, he only came back two or three times in a month.

I don't know if he has another sexual partner. If so, I might be glad. If he didn't want me on his own initiative, maybe the 6000 million Australian dollars can be written off as a breakup fee.

However, this kind of thinking can only be used for self-entertainment. For Yan Minglang, 6000 million Australian dollars is definitely not a small amount. I have only been his bed partner for more than half a year. How can he be so shrewd? Make a loss-making business.

The only thing that is certain is that his kind of person will definitely not feel sorry for me and feel ashamed to see me.

November NO.11 was Yan Minglang's birthday, he came to pick me up from the store on a rare occasion and let me celebrate his birthday with him.

I heard from regular customers in the bookstore that that day was a festival created by China - Singles' Day.As expected of the cold-blooded and ruthless Yan Minglang, even his birthday is so different, does it mean that God thinks that he is doomed to be alone all his life?

I am entertaining myself with cranky thoughts, and the corners of my mouth involuntarily rise.

"What are you thinking?" Yan Minglang next to me suddenly asked me.

I came back to my senses, still looking at the scenery outside the car, and shook my head.

The restaurant he ordered was a Sichuan restaurant, and there were only the two of us in the large private room that could be used for banquets.

It's been a long time since I sat down and ate together, but I didn't have the desire to talk at all, I just kept my head buried in the food.A few times I raised my eyes inadvertently, and I was able to meet Yan Minglang's gaze, but I quickly lowered my eyes again with a blank expression.

If he wants to find someone to celebrate his birthday lively, no matter if it is Lu Chen or Chen Lun, they are more suitable than me.Obviously he also understood this, I was silent, and he didn't take the initiative to speak.

The mouth is only used for eating, and it fills up quickly.I feel my swollen belly. It seems that it is easy to gain weight in winter. I have never been able to control my mouth. After coming to country Z, I am addicted to delicious food and cannot extricate myself.Although I have experienced the pain of breaking up a relationship, instead of losing weight, I ate a lot of food to relieve the pressure during this period, and gained weight like blowing up a balloon.

Seeing my ruddy complexion and fair skin, Paul and Davis felt relieved when they knew that I hadn't been deeply affected by that incident, and advised me to work harder when I had a chance.As for how I dealt with that matter, I didn't say it, and they were very considerate and didn't ask me to make me sad.

Seeing that I had finished eating, Yan Minglang also put down his chopsticks and stood up.I followed him out, and when I was standing at the door waiting for him to pay the bill, I saw Chen Lun walking in with a group of people, including Lu Chen.

"Hi Shaw, long time no see."

I nodded to Chen Lun who greeted me, and then turned my eyes coldly.

The group of people walked over me to Yan Minglang, and I heard them laughing and saying something.Recently, my Chinese has been getting better. Although I can't understand everything, I can roughly understand what they mean by guessing. It seems that they prepared a program for Yan Minglang's birthday, but he turned off his phone and spent time with me. In the world of two, if it wasn’t for a certain friend who saw us eating here, he would definitely be a pigeon today.

They laughed for a while, Yan Minglang came over and asked me softly: "Chen Lun and the others have prepared a show, do you want to go together?"

He might as well give me an order directly, and I don't know if I should go if I ask me like this, or I should say, I'm not sure if he wants me to go.

As I was thinking, Chen Lun said, "How can Shaw not go on such a day?"

Lu Chen frowned, and glanced at me coolly.

Seeing him like that, I suddenly had a sudden impulse, not wanting to make him feel comfortable.Even if I hate him, I may not feel comfortable, but even if it hurts the enemy one thousand and self-damages eight hundred, I am willing.

I nodded to Yan Minglang and said, "I'll go."

Lu Chen hummed softly, turned around and went out.

Yan Minglang didn't seem to pay attention to him, and took my hand.The two of us walked out surrounded by a group of people.

I really wanted to shake off Yan Minglang's hand, but I just endured it to make Lu Chen feel uncomfortable. It's a pity that he didn't look back until he got in the car, which made me feel very disappointed.