CHAPTER 156: CHAPTER 156: CURSING WILDLY 5_1

Yan Xixi had been up all night, only falling into a hazy sleep around dawn. When she woke again, it was already afternoon. She was extremely hungry, but then she remembered she hadn’t visited the supermarket once due to her hectic schedule this week, so the refrigerator was completely empty. There was nothing she could whip up.

The life of a single woman wasn’t as carefree as people imagined; a day without work was a day without food.

She just lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, not moving a muscle.

When Xu Xiaoya called, she barely registered how she responded. She was utterly listless and devoid of energy.

One thought consumed her: Should I resign or not? And if I stay, how will I ever get along with Huang Xiaojue?

Just then, her phone rang. She glanced at the number and didn’t dare to answer, but the phone kept ringing relentlessly. Only after what felt like an eternity did she finally pick up.

"Xixi..."

She remained silent.

"Xixi, it’s very cold today, and it’s been snowing all day. You don’t have to go out; I had some things delivered to your doorstep. Just open the door and get them."

She opened the door and, sure enough, a large pile of items sat by her doorstep: fruit, vegetables, yogurt, and even steaming hot food packed in a new insulated container.

This time, it wasn’t just some "good friend" sending something over for her to "take a look at." The delivery person had already left, and a note lay on top: "Xixi, don’t forget to eat on time."

A bitter smile touched her lips. This is so typical of Huang Xiaojue. The mysterious prankster definitely isn’t him. So then, who is that tiresome fellow?

Too hungry to dwell on it, she eagerly opened the insulated container and ate heartily. Once she had consumed enough calories, her body warmed up. She didn’t bother cleaning up and collapsed onto the couch. Full and drowsy, she started to doze off again.

The chime of a text message startled her awake.

It was from that familiar, yet unknown, number again. She opened the message:

"Men who win arguments against their wives end up divorced. Men who are cold to their wives end up single. Men who don’t give their wives money end up destitute. Men who don’t satisfy their wives end up dead! But men who yield to their wives find love; men who are passionate with their wives reap sweetness; and men who are willing to spend money on their wives become richer and richer."

Yan Xixi was actually hoping he would say more. The more he talks, the more information he’s bound to reveal, she thought. But this person was infuriatingly discreet.

Impulsively, Yan Xixi texted back: "I’m responsible for looking gorgeous; you’re responsible for bringing home the bacon."

The other party retorted instantly: "I can always bring home the bacon, but can you always stay gorgeous?"

This enraged her. "My boyfriend is willing to spend money on me!"

"HAHA..."

That "HAHA..." was short, but another message soon followed: "Found someone new? Who’s the clueless fool? Remember, a cheating woman is like a hot spring someone’s pissed in. It stinks, but plenty of people still want to soak in it..."

Yan Xixi was livid. How can anyone be this vile? she fumed. With such a disgusting mouth, he must be absolutely loathsome!

She couldn’t take it anymore. She immediately dialed the number and, not caring if he picked up, unleashed a torrent of abuse, "You listen to me! A cheating man is like money dropped in shit—a waste not to pick it up, but disgusting if you do! Whoever the hell you are, stop playing these damn mind games! If you’ve got any guts, come out and face me one-on-one! Stop skulking in the shadows like some grimy cockroach or a rat that can’t stand the light! Get lost! Get as far away from me as possible!"