Apologies for the late update. I went out last night and fell asleep straight away when I got home :blobsmilesweat:

Only then did I remember Ning Yiheng’s strange behavior before—Ning Yiheng admitted himself that he had read the articles I posted on Softer. At that time, he naturally could see that he was my only fan who threw a lot of money for me and also the First List Da Ge. Being my boyfriend, he never found it odd and never mentioned this matter to me.

Now I understand because he and First List Da Ge are the same person.

Ning Yiheng pretended to be my fan and chatted with me. I, being completely unaware, told him things I should and shouldn’t have said… Not only that, he even thought that I had an affair with Li Xiaoming—

The unreliable man who was playing both sides turned out to be me!

Fortunately, in order to protect Ning Yiheng at the time, I didn’t directly suspect him of being impotent in front of his real self.

The reader I believed understood me uniquely was Ning Yiheng. Was it because he loved me that he read my fanfiction and listened to my analysis, rather than solely appreciating my articles? Should I be upset about this? Should I be angry?

When I was in elementary school, I was obsessed with the host Xing Xing-jie from a children’s channel radio program. I specifically wrote a letter to the production team, only to unexpectedly discover that the reply I had longed for from Xing Xing-jie was actually fabricated by my parents. The current situation mirrors my childhood experience perfectly.

The program was scripted, and the production team never had the time to reply. The production team and Xing Xing-jie were not at fault. My parents, trying to console me and fearing my disappointment, were not at fault either. But it just happens to be something I can’t get over myself.

After many years, I am once again experiencing the same bittersweet feeling I felt during my childhood.

After learning the truth, I wasn’t as upset as I thought I would be.

F*ck!!! How embarrassing!!! Help! I even told him I was impotent!!!

I managed to keep a calm face, but inside, I was a complete mess. I silently placed Ning Yiheng’s phone back where it was, wishing I could just flush down the toilet.

I hadn’t figured out what to do yet, so I pretended I hadn’t made any moves, acting as if I knew nothing, and continued with my life as usual

It’s just that I never initiated a conversation with the account of First List Da Ge anymore. I’m still having a bit of trouble accepting that Da Ge is Ning Yiheng, but luckily, we didn’t chat too often. Ning Yiheng is busy with work and hasn’t noticed any loopholes.

I don’t want to immediately expose Ning Yiheng’s disguise, not because I’m angry with him or want to retaliate. I know he wants to make me happy, but if I tear down the facade, he’ll surely blame himself and apologize to me.

I also want to make him happy. I haven’t figured out how to face him yet. I don’t want to hastily end his intentions.

If he finds happiness in making me happy, I’m willing to pretend to be happy and go along with this act for him.

Although I’m currently staying at Ning Yiheng’s place, apart from the initial close call on the first day, our relationship hasn’t made much progress.

We both work on weekdays, do our own things on weekends, occasionally make plans, and share responsibilities in taking care of Mimi, feeding, playing, and cleaning up after it.

By the way, Mimi quickly lost interest in Ning Yiheng’s furniture, but his underwear couldn’t escape. After Li Xiaoming’s underwear, it became its new toy.

It’s just a little cat, what’s wrong with it liking to play with underwear!

However, it’s worth mentioning that after Mimi and I moved in, we brought a lot of liveliness to this empty house.

Ning Yiheng’s place had almost nothing apart from essential furniture. The living room only had a lonely coffee table and a sofa, with almost no signs of human habitation. Now, it’s filled with cat supplies and toys, there is unclean cat fur everywhere, and my various messy express deliveries are scattered around.

Initially, his kitchen was just for show, with nothing in the fridge, not even any condiments or utensils. After I moved in, Ning Yiheng started cooking personally for me, who couldn’t cook. I took charge of washing dishes and preparing ingredients for him.

Our life together isn’t in perfect harmony; it’s more like an old married couple as if we’ve entered a golden marriage in advance.

We haven’t argued, nor have we had any passion. It’s more like being amicable roommates, except roommates wouldn’t go as far as kissing each other.

Time waits for no one. Just as I’m lamenting that my love seems to have begun as if it’s already at the end of a marriage, in the blink of an eye, it’s almost time for the younger sister-in-law’s wedding, who happens to be Ning Yiheng’s meimei.

It’s the day I’ll officially meet the parents.

The week before leaving, I was extremely nervous. The more nervous I was, the faster time seemed to pass.

Although Ning Yiheng and his meimei have different mothers, he didn’t slack off when it came to his meimei‘s wedding. Consequently, these days Ning Yiheng has been even busier. Nevertheless, he still managed to find time to take me for a tailored suit fitting for the wedding day.

To be honest, I don’t particularly like wearing suits; I always feel too restricted. But since it’s the younger sister-in-law’s wedding, I still need to dress formally.

The suit I wore for interviews before was really not up to standard. It was Ning Yiheng who took me to get it tailored privately. Without Ning Yiheng, I might never have set foot in such high-end places in my entire life.

Seeing Ning Yiheng swipe his card without batting an eye for the nth time, I realized once again the differences between him and me. Whether in terms of family background, status, or identity, there was a huge gap between us.

His liking for me became the only small bridge that crossed this gap, a tiny bridge connecting the two sides. It allowed me to step on this bridge, unsteadily making my way toward him.

At that thought, I couldn’t help but take his arm and interlock my fingers with his.

Tomorrow is Ning Yiheng’s meimei’s wedding. She picked a great day, which was conveniently on a weekend, so we didn’t have to take leave from work.

Ning Yiheng accompanied me to pick up the tailored suit, and the two of us rarely had the leisure to stroll around the streets together.

The bustling crowds around us made me a bit self-conscious at first, fearing judgmental glances from people. But as we held hands for a while, I stopped caring much about it.

Ning Yiheng tightened his grip on my hand; he seemed visibly cheerful. He leaned into my ear and asked softly, “What do you feel like eating today?”

Due to my concussion, I refrained from eating salty foods for a long time. Ning Yiheng cooked with very little salt because of this, and I almost lost my sense of taste in my mouth. Now that the wound has scabbed over these past few days, my mind has started to stir.

I said, “I feel like having barbecue.”

“No,” Ning Yiheng decisively refused, “Let’s have something light.”

Ning Yiheng can be unusually firm in certain situations, like now; it seems like I’m making the decision, but in reality, I don’t really have a choice.

However, his firmness isn’t directed at me personally. Since I had to avoid certain foods due to my concussion, he eats what I eat. We’ve been enduring a bland diet together for over half a month.

I could only say, “Okay ba, then let’s go have porridge.”

The two of us were considering where to go for lunch when Ning Yiheng suddenly, out of the blue, asked, “Xiu Xiu, why haven’t you been writing articles lately? I noticed you haven’t updated for a long time.”

I was so scared that I quivered, “Huh?”

After all, I knew the true identity of First List Da Ge. Hearing Ning Yiheng say that made me feel a bit inexplicably guilty.

I’m the kind of person who wears everything on my face; it’s hard for me to hold back lies. When Ning Yiheng mentioned that, I started stuttering, “I-I’m, of course, just lazy to write, why are you suddenly asking?”

Ning Yiheng furrowed his brows slightly and was about to respond, when a rather flashy light pink luxury car swaggered to a stop right in front of us, screeching loudly as it braked.

The person inside the car was none other than Ning Yiheng’s didi.

Ning Yiheng’s didi wore large sunglasses that almost covered half of his face. He rolled down the car window and greeted us in a casual manner, “Yo, Da Ge, Xiu Xiu, good afternoon.”

His sudden appearance relieved me, preventing me from inadvertently confessing.

I looked at Ning Yiheng’s didi’s face, and a sense of confusion gradually welled up in me.

—Wait, what was his name again?