My Ex-Boyfriend Is Obsessed - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

As the person in charge of the project, I was plied with drink after drink at tonight’s celebration banquet.

My alcohol tolerance was usually decent, but after mixing baijiu, beer, and red wine, I was already staggering when I got out of the taxi, unable to walk in a straight line.

In a daze, I suddenly remembered something and fished out my phone.

What was the date today again?

The 21st. Oh, right, the 21st. It was my little sister’s birthday.

I’d been so swamped lately that I’d completely forgotten to buy her a gift in advance.

I opened my contacts and called Mom.

The ringtone cut through the stillness of the night, the melody lilting and melancholy.

When had she changed it to this kind of style?

I pressed a hand to my brow and tried hard to remember, but the call was answered after only one ring.

The other end was very quiet. All I could hear was shallow breathing. For a long time, no one spoke.

I lay back on the sofa, my stomach churning miserably, and mumbled, “Mm… I miss you so much…”

Crash-

A piercing noise suddenly came through the phone, like some piece of equipment had fallen to the floor.

Then the person on the other end spoke in a trembling voice. “Xu Cheng, what did you say?”

Why was it a man’s voice?

I turned over. Before I could think too much about it, I drifted off into a drunken sleep on the sofa.

Chapter 2

The next day, when I opened my phone and saw 99+ text messages, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

Thinking something had gone wrong with the project, I tapped in with my heart in my throat, only to discover it was Liang Jinchuan, my ex-boyfriend from several years ago, having a full-on meltdown.

[?

[Stop calling me. I’ve moved on a long time ago.

[Lol. Who was the one who brought up the breakup back then?

[Regretting it now?

[If you beg me, I might consider getting back together.]

…

[What exactly do you mean? You miss me? You want to get back together?

[Xu, if you’ve got the guts to call, have the guts to talk!

[Don’t think I don’t know you’re on the other end of the phone.]

…

[Heh. Playing hard to get now, are you?

[Fine, I’ll admit it. That little trick of yours successfully got my attention. But don’t be so stubborn about saving face. There’s nothing embarrassing about openly admitting you want to get back together with me.

[After all, I’m 189 centimeters tall, 52 centimeters across the shoulders, with six-pack abs and a V-line. I guess I really would be hard to forget.

[Say a few sweet things. I happen to be in a good mood today, so I might make an exception and allow you to spend the night at my place.]

…

[Xu Cheng, where are you?

[Getting embarrassed already?

[Fine, fine. Seeing as you’re sincerely repentant, I’ll reluctantly lower my standards a little. Calling me hubby isn’t too much to ask, right?

[Also, ahem, tonight… you have to listen to me. Tsk, you’re shy about this too?

[All right, all right, wifey, where are you? I’ll come pick you up right now.]

…

[Little Orange?

[Where did you move to?]

After that came a whole string of missed calls.

What the hell? What phone call? When did I ever say I wanted to get back together?

Our breakup had been so ugly back then. How could I possibly get back together with Liang Jinchuan?

Utterly baffled, I opened my call log and saw one bizarre record-I had called Liang Jinchuan myself, at one in the morning, and the call had stayed connected for over two hours.

I lowered my head and tried hard to recall what had happened then. When my gaze caught the date, it finally hit me: that call should have been meant for Mom.

So I texted Liang Jinchuan back: [Sorry, wrong number. I won’t bother you again.]

I didn’t expect him to reply within seconds: [Fuck. Which bastard were you trying to call?!]