Slice of Life

My husband had an affair with the Married Woman downstairs.

I hid in the hallway, smoking with the Married Woman’s husband.

We didn’t dare return until they’d finished.

Later, they became even more brazen.

The Married Woman’s husband said, “I’m going to catch them in the act. What about you?”

I kept nibbling on my skewer, unconcerned.

“You go catch them, I’ll come too!”

Ever since Huo Yu married me,

his son has been making a fuss nonstop.

“Bad Woman won’t let me eat!”

“She won’t let the butler tell me bedtime stories!”

“Daddy, she bullies me every day, wuwuwu…”

Huo Yu was used to his son’s unreasonable tantrums and didn’t pay much attention.

Until one day, he suddenly realized it had been half a month since he last received a complaint call.

Huo Yu found it rather odd.

After finishing work that evening, he took the initiative to call his son to coax him to sleep.

Unexpectedly, his usually clingy son seemed uninterested.

“Daddy, go to bed early. There’s a ton of stuff to do at kindergarten tomorrow.”

Huo Yu:?

On the third day after being diagnosed with Stomach Cancer, I chose a grave for myself.

They say the feng shui is especially good.

It’s supposed to bless me so that in my next life, I won’t be the real daughter everyone despises.

No one will steal my parents, my brother, or everything else from me.

No longer… unloved.

I burned my photos and clothes, erased every trace of my existence.

Then I slit my wrists, lay down in the bathtub, and waited peacefully for death.

But then the Cemetery Center suddenly called me:

“Miss Lu, we’re terribly sorry.”

“Two Agents accidentally sold the same plot.”

“This grave was also sold to another gentleman.”

“Would you… mind moving your grave?”

I was helping my childhood friend, who was hospitalized, to the bathroom, but at the door, I ran into my ex-boyfriend whom I hadn’t seen in five years.

He was half-embracing a pregnant woman, his head slightly lowered, their posture intimate.

I vaguely heard the pregnant woman call him “husband.”

After five years of separation, I had imagined countless scenarios of our reunion, but I never dared to think that he would already be married.

The day I gave birth, the situation was critical.

I begged Zhang Shuai to sign the consent form for a C-section, but his mother wouldn’t allow it.

Through the door, he shouted anxiously, “Zhaozhao, try a little harder, you can definitely give birth naturally.”

In the end, I suffered an amniotic fluid embolism and both mother and child died.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at fifteen.

Zhang Shuai stopped me at the entrance of the village: “Zhaozhao, I heard you’re going to Vocational School too?”

The originally peaceful Baiyu University Town in Jiang City has become tightly linked to the fates of Lin Chunzhao and Han Zhang due to a series of murder cases.

In the first year after my divorce, I announced my retirement from the scene.

Everyone said I had gone mad after being abandoned by Lu Xiao.

Until one day, a Wish Blogger’s video shot to the top of the trending searches.

My video was split into seven episodes.

Those were the last fragments of my life, flashing by like a carousel.

The title of the first episode was:

[By the time you see this video, I will already be gone.]

Discovering my husband’s affair was a trivial matter.

At a dinner with friends, he, who had always been aloof, suddenly took the initiative to serve food to everyone at the table.

Later.

I heard him softly reciting a line from Roman Holiday in the study.

“In order to shake your hand, I shook hands with everyone.”

Ha!

Dad fell down this morning and died. We put his body in the Refrigerator, and didn’t tell anyone.

The next day, his Pension was paid as usual.

Eight thousand yuan. Enough for us to get by until next month.

Dad, would you forgive us for doing this?

My wife’s illness has gotten worse, your granddaughter is only three, and everywhere we turn, we need money.

And I’ve been unemployed for eight months. The mortgage on the unfinished apartment is 3,800 yuan a month.

I’ve heard that getting caught for claiming someone else’s Pension is only a matter of time. I know.

But if the day I end up in prison could be postponed a little longer, just a little longer, I’m slowly preparing myself for it in my heart.

The fingerprint registration system at the police station was launched in 2011. Before 2011, there was no fingerprint database.

I received a call from the police station and rushed back to my registered residence from another province.

I brought the plastic surgery certificate provided by the hospital and my original ID card to the police station to apply for a new ID card, and took the opportunity to change my name.

Throughout the whole process, I was timid and nervous.

Afraid the police would find out.

I am not this person.

But the one who was killed by this person.

All of this started back in 2005.