My Dongguan Love Story

Warm steam quickly rose from the bathroom, and a faint scent of bath products filled the room, slowly creating an intimate atmosphere.

Tang Yan didn't rush to turn on the water. She stood in the steamy bathroom, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

The thought of the sharp scissors under her pillow filled her with a chilling hatred.

After tonight, everything will be different.

She took a deep breath and turned on the shower.

Warm water cascaded down, wetting her hair and skin, but it did nothing to warm her cold heart.

She really couldn't understand how Dazhuang, who seemed honest, kind, and reliable, and who always did what she wanted, could have cheated on her.

Lin Guilian was one thing, but that woman was clearly trying to provoke her, and Dazhuang didn't seem to have any feelings for her at all.

But Mr. Zhao is different from the woman he saw at the factory.

The ambiguity and familiarity in their eyes couldn't lie; they definitely had a close relationship with Dazhuang.

As I thought about it, tears welled up in my eyes.

Tears mingled with the hot water pouring down from above, flowing into the drain in one gulp; it was impossible to tell whether it was water or tears.

Tang Yan felt a chilling coldness in her heart.

Men who betray her never have a good ending.

Xiao Ze was like that before, and Da Zhuang is the same now.

She was still holding her breath, wanting to ask him face-to-face, to hear his explanation, to hear his confession.

But when she saw him and that strange woman being intimate and ambiguous at the factory gate that afternoon, she instantly lost the desire to ask.

Leaving aside Lin Guilian, Dazhuang already has three women around him, both openly and secretly.

She, Mr. Zhao, and that woman she didn't know at all.

Tang Yan felt a wave of self-mockery.

He's already so promiscuous and fickle, what am I still clinging to?

That's pathetic.

I no longer need to keep asking him questions and making a fool of myself. Even if I did ask, he would only give me lies and evasive answers, continuing to fool, deceive, and coax me.

In the living room, I leaned back on the sofa and smoked a cigarette.

Listening to the rushing water in the bathroom, he felt restless and his mind was filled with thoughts of the tenderness to come. He had no idea how extreme the woman's thoughts were at that moment.

A few minutes later, the sound of water suddenly stopped.

The bathroom door was gently pulled open.

Tang Yan walked out with her long, wet hair dripping down her white neck.

She wore loose pajamas, the neckline slightly open, exuding a languid and alluring charm, as if she had just taken a shower.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were moist, and she looked as gentle and obedient as usual, showing no sign of the ruthless thoughts she might be hiding.

She walked lightly towards me.

I looked up at her and casually stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray.

"Finished washing?"

Tang Yan didn't speak, she just looked at me, her eyes holding a complex emotion that others couldn't understand.

There was reluctance, there was deep love, but even more so, there was the accumulated disappointment and resolute determination.

She gently pressed against my knees and sat directly in my lap, her hands expertly encircling my neck, her soft body pressing against me.

The damp strands of hair brushed against my skin, carrying a warm fragrance.

I casually put my arm around her waist, feeling incredibly comfortable, and jokingly asked with a smile, "Missed me?"

Tang Yan buried her head in the crook of my neck, quietly snuggling against me.

At that moment, the warmth in her arms was real, and the feeling of her heart fluttering was real too.

But whenever she thought of the scene of me being intimate and affectionate with that woman in the factory, her heart felt like it was blocked with ice, both sour and painful.

She suppressed her anger and resentment, and quietly tightened her grip on my neck.

Tang Yan slowly raised her head, her wet eyes staring straight at me, a faint smile on her lips, her tone incredibly soft: "Dazhuang, look at me."

Confused, I looked down at her.

The moment our eyes met, she leaned in gently and kissed my lips.

The kiss was light and gentle, incredibly slow, as if it were carefully remembering the last time it felt intimate with me.

A few seconds later, she stepped back slightly, her nose touching mine, breathing softly, and said in a low voice, "Dazhuang, let's have a drink tonight."

Tang Yan nestled obediently in my arms, looked up at me with a complicated expression.

I was a little surprised to hear that: "Drinking? Why do you suddenly want to drink? You've seemed preoccupied all day, what's wrong?"

Tang Yan's heart skipped a beat, afraid that I would see through her act. She quickly shook her head and pretended to be innocent, smiling sweetly: "Nothing like that. What could I possibly have on my mind? I just got a raise today, and I'm so happy that I wanted to celebrate with you."

"You got a raise?" I smiled when I heard that. "That definitely deserves a celebration. I'm going to buy some wine and groceries."

"Um."

Tang Yan smiled as she watched me leave, but the tenderness in her eyes gradually faded, leaving only a bitter taste in her mouth.

Not long after, I brought the food upstairs, then ran downstairs to bring two cases of beer and several bottles of liquor, filling the table to the brim.

The two ate and drank, chatting and laughing.

Before we knew it, it was past 10 p.m.

I've been busy for days and haven't had enough rest. After a few drinks, my head is spinning and I'm exhausted. Tang Yan is also drunk, her eyes glazed over.

As the wine took effect, the affection deepened.

We embraced and kissed, our clothes disheveled, sinking deeper and deeper into ambiguity.

I was completely exhausted by 3 a.m., so I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and snored loudly.

I don't know how much time passed, but it was a little after 5 a.m., just as dawn was breaking.

Tang Yan, who had been fast asleep, slowly opened her eyes.

Her head was still a little dizzy, but the resolute thought in her mind was crystal clear.

She quietly turned her head and looked at Dazhuang, who was sleeping soundly beside her, snoring loudly and without any guard up.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she carefully took the red-handled scissors out from under her pillow.

She moved her body quietly, slowly moving under me, and gently lifted the blanket.

She held the cold scissors in her hand, pointing them at the source of her love and hate.

With just a gentle touch, all his resources for philandering could be cut off.

But with the knife tip hanging in mid-air, her hand kept trembling.

She had said those harsh words countless times, but when it came to actually doing it, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

This was the man she had deeply loved and to whom she had given her all her heart.

She hated his betrayal, but couldn't bear to hurt him.

After a long stalemate, Tang Yan closed her eyes and sighed deeply, her mind in turmoil. In the end, she helplessly threw the scissors under the bed.

The thought of revenge was suppressed, and endless grievances surged up instantly.

She covered her mouth and sobbed softly, not daring to make a sound, for fear of waking Dazhuang, who was fast asleep beside her.

Tears dripped onto my arm, my heart aching and in turmoil.

She couldn't help but ask herself the same question.

If you love him so much and are so reluctant to let go, then why do you have to go to the point of mutual destruction?

If all the messy women were cleaned up, would she and Dazhuang be able to be together peacefully and happily?

The thought instantly overwhelmed all the extreme hatred that had just been there.

She stopped hurting people.

She only clears obstacles.

As long as all the women who are clinging to Dazhuang are found and cut off from him, Dazhuang will only belong to her.

Thinking of this, Tang Yan's eyes slowly hardened.

She needed to find out who the strange woman who was being intimate with Dazhuang at the factory gate that afternoon was.

She carefully moved back to the edge of the bed, leaned down beside me, and held her breath.

Using the faint morning light from the window, she quietly reached out and pulled open the bedside table, gently picking up my phone.

The moment the screen lit up, her heart jumped, and her fingertips trembled slightly as she tapped the screen.

Tang Yan's fingertips trembled slightly as she gently unlocked her phone using the password she had secretly memorized.

The moment the desktop popped up, the top few chat boxes stung her eyes.

Her fingertips trembled as she tapped the text message interface, her eyes fixed on the screen. She immediately saw the latest message, which was the one Lin Huimin had sent in the evening: "I will take good care of you tonight, remember to come early!"

Scrolling up further, you'll find countless intimate whispers and tender tugs of affection.

Each word in that short line felt like a needle piercing my heart.

Tang Yan felt a chill run through her body, as if her blood had instantly turned to ice. Any thoughts of self-comfort she had earlier vanished completely.

It turns out that the two of them had been having a private rendezvous during the day. He was very affectionate with her, but then he made such an ambiguous invitation to another woman.

The thought of him holding her tenderly at night, yet still preoccupied with his appointment with someone else, made Tang Yan's heart clench. A mix of bitterness and resentment welled up inside her, and her eyes reddened uncontrollably once again.

The tenderness we shared last night, the lingering affection after drinking, the gentle embrace I gave her—it was all a lie.

He could be holding and comforting her while turning around and showering other women with affection and sweet words.

Just now, she was still soft-hearted, reluctant to part, and thinking about clearing away the obstacles so they could be together properly.

ridiculous.

it is ridiculous.

Tang Yan felt a lump in her throat, and a tear fell onto her phone screen with a soft thud.

She silently watched Dazhuang sleeping soundly, looking at his honest and simple face that had fooled her so easily.

Tang Yan felt a pang of sadness and desolation in her heart.

Just now, I was holding scissors in my hand. I clearly had the opportunity to end it all, but I was too soft-hearted and hesitant, and I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Looking back now, it's both laughable and pathetic.

All sorts of grievances, hatred, and resentment were stuck in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

She quietly got up and tiptoed to the balcony.

The night wind was cold and fierce, blowing hard against her thin shoulders.

The early morning wind was cool and strong, blowing against her thin shoulders, finally dispelling some of the drunkenness and clearing her confused mind.

Just then, I heard light footsteps behind me.

Tang Yan turned around and met my gaze.

Her eyes were filled with panic, and she immediately turned her head away, avoiding eye contact with me.

I watched her standing alone in the cold wind, her back view lonely and forlorn. My heart was filled with doubt, so I stepped forward and gently hugged her from behind.

My fingertips touched her cheek; it was damp and warm.

She had clearly been crying.

My heart tightened, and I asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? I have a feeling you've been carrying something on your mind all night."

When Tang Yan heard what I said, she looked up at me, seemed to have thought for a long time, took a deep breath, and said to me, "Dazhuang, actually I went to the Second Factory to look for you this morning, but the security guards wouldn't let me in."

My heart skipped a beat when I heard Tang Yan's words. I thought about what had happened with Lin Huimin that morning. I wondered if Tang Yan had seen it. I pretended to be calm and looked at her, saying, "Oh? Why didn't you tell me?"

Hearing my words, Tang Yan looked up at me, her gaze fixed on my eyes for a few seconds, before smiling and saying, "I called, I called more than a dozen times, but you didn't answer. What have you been busy with?"

When I heard Tang Yan's words, my heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling welled up inside me. Looking into Tang Yan's eyes, I said somewhat guiltily, "Oh, I was busy at the time, and my phone was in the duty room, so I didn't hear it."

I was a little flustered. I didn't know if Tang Yan had seen me and Lin Huimin.

Tang Yan didn't say anything after hearing that, but just coldly raised her head and stared at me quietly for a long, long time.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice icy cold: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

I was a little confused by what she said. Tang Yan rarely smokes, so I didn't know why she was smoking today. So I turned around and went back to get the cigarette pack.

He took one out, put it in her mouth, lit it, and then lit one for himself as well.

Tang Yan took a few deep breaths, exhaled white smoke, and looked at me intently. After a while, she said, "Dazhuang, I saw you at the door."