Chapter 1
Because of poverty, Ronald Zaller never mentioned getting married
Until that day, I saw him casually open a bottle of wine, equivalent to one year’s salary for me.
Originally, the noble and wealthy, Intoxicated by paper and gold, were the true Ronald
His brother asked, “Have you been a poor guy for five years and still not tired of it? When are you going to break free?”
Ronald casually lifted his eyelids and said, “On the day of the engagement.”
I wasn’t hysterical until the day he got engaged, my plane flew across the ocean.
Later on, it was heard that on the day of the Zaller family ancestor’s engagement.
Suddenly, halfway through, he changed his mind and drove to an old rental house.
When seeing the empty building, the whole person went crazy.
While scrolling through Instagram, my gaze was captivated by a photu.
A young man lazily leaned against the sofa, playing with his phone, as a group of glamorous protagonists passed by in front of the photo.
He propped one hand on the sofa, partially covering his face, revealing a straight nose and deep–set eyebrows.
I hesitated several times and opened the album to look at the pictures of Ronald, comparing them back and forth a few times.
Later, I opened the chat box of my college classmate Larissa Hester, with whom I only had a casual acquaintance, and sent a message.
“Hello, may I ask, is this person your friend?
I sent her the photo I had specifically circled, and for some reason, Larissa seemed to have intentionally applied a blurry effect to this particular area of the photo.
Unexpectedly, Larissa quickly replied.
“What did you ask him to do? Mind your own business, don’t pry.”
I replied, “No, I just thought he looked a bit like my boyfriend.”
It’s just too similar. No one can compare to my familiarity with Ronald. I can even sketch out the curve of his frown
Soon, Larissa sent a bunch of messages.
“What dreams was Elsie Valentine having in broad daylight? My husband can’t even say a word in front of him. How can your boyfriend, who earns a few thousand bucks a month, have any connection with him?”
How, now that you’re sober, do you plan to kick y
your boyfriend who wants nothing?
I interrupted her sarcasm and sent a thank–you emoji: “I was just asking, nothing else.”
Larissa has always been competitive. Since she lost to my bare–faced photo in the beauty pageant during our freshman year, she has been constantly trying to outdo me in everything.
Later, she married a young muster from a listed group, while I was wholeheartedly in love with Ronald, this poor young MIL
She graciously opened Instagram for me to enjoy.
Switching to the chat page with Ronald, I asked him, “Are you coming back soon?”
He replied to the message quickly,
He posted a photo of the conference room desk, with a crying cat emoji tilting its head.
“Still working overtime, go to bed early, don’t wait for me.”
“Thank you for your hard work, love you” I sent another hug, two kisses, and put my phone safely in my pocket.
That’s right.
This is my boyfriend, a hardworking man who earned a monthly salary of several thousand dollars.
Chapter 1
How
can I be associated with the people in Larissa’s circle?
