The fat guy said today is White Valentine's Day and kept pestering me relentlessly, insisting I treat him to dinner. But last night I got tossed around too hard at the nightclub, my whole body aching, and I really didn't feel like moving, so I flatly refused him.
After that, he had someone deliver a huge bouquet of flowers. I had just taken a photo and was about to post it on Moments when I casually scrolled and happened to see my husband's post saying “Happy Valentine's Day,” and underneath it my cousin had even liked it.
My cousin is five years younger than me—a materialistic girl with long legs, slim waist, and straight black hair, plus a full-on green tea bitch act. Still, we've grown up together since we were kids, and our private relationship has always been pretty good.
Unlike my natural beauty, my cousin's face now is all thanks to “tech and ruthless work.” Her high spending on going under the knife has come with sky-high expectations for what she gets back in a relationship. Ever since she was little, she's been dead set on marrying into a rich family, hoping her future husband will buy her a house in Beijing, crocodile-skin Hermès bags, and a lavish Bulgari wedding…
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