chapter 2
On my first day as a ghost, I sat on the bay window and watched the lights of thousands of homes all night long.
The phone left by the bathtub only had mass-sent holiday greetings. There were hundreds of contacts in my phone, but not a single person would reach out to me on New Year’s Eve.
As the Spring Festival Gala was nearing its end, my brick-like phone finally rang.
Floating over to check, I saw it was from my unlucky ex-husband.
He sent a photo-a cardboard box containing a few clothes and some used cosmetics.
He said: “Your junk. You have one day to come and take it away. Don’t dirty my house.”
My ex-husband’s name is Mu Yebai. True to his name, he is a cold and ruthless, scheming CEO.
He inherited the family business at a young age, and in just a few years, multiplied its performance several times over. Outsiders all call him a business prodigy.
As for his looks, there’s no need to mention them. When he first took over the company, no one thought highly of him, even mocking that he should rely on his face to make a living in the entertainment industry.
But no one is perfect.
His flaw is that he doesn’t love me.
He has a first love from his school days, his white moonlight, while I am just the childhood betrothal arranged by his mother and mine.
My family was wealthy in the past, but unfortunately, we went bankrupt when I was in my senior year of high school.
I have an older sister who lives a life of luxury, a younger brother spoiled by our parents, and a pair of parents who favor sons over daughters.
When I was a senior in high school, my family went bankrupt, but my sister, who was studying abroad, wasn’t affected at all.
My parents kept telling me, “Business is tough, you need to be sensible.”
I worked hard for scholarships, and besides finishing my studies, I took on part-time jobs, afraid of being a burden to my family.
But then, my parents sent my useless younger brother to study abroad, spending two or three hundred thousand yuan a year without batting an eye.
While I worked at KFC, earning an hourly wage of a dozen yuan, my brother was partying on a cruise ship.
While I wore a heavy mascot costume in the sweltering heat to hand out flyers, my sister was skiing on snowy mountains overseas.
It seemed that the only one affected by our bankruptcy was me.
When I was in my senior year of college, my parents managed to latch onto Mu Yebai, that high branch.
When Mu Yebai’s mother was pregnant, she got into a car accident. It was my parents who found her and took her to the hospital, saving both her and the unborn Mu Yebai.
Seeing that my mother was also pregnant, and that both my parents looked decent, Mu Yebai’s mother said she wanted to arrange a childhood betrothal for the children in their wombs.
We thought it was just a joke, but when I was a senior in college, Mu Yebai’s mother suddenly fell gravely ill. On her deathbed, she remembered the childhood betrothal she had arranged in her youth.
So she sought out my family.