Volume One, Chapter 10: My Skills Surpass Yours

When I saw Feifei Lin grab the hem of her shirt, I didn’t immediately understand what she was doing. It wasn’t until she began to lift her shirt, revealing clear abdominal lines, that I suddenly realized her intention.

I hurriedly held down her hand and earnestly said, “Alright, alright, I get it—you have a better figure than her.”

I thought this would calm her down, but instead, she grew even more agitated. Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed in a glare as she ground her teeth and hissed, “So you have seen her after all! You beast!”

Not satisfied with just cursing, she raised her hand and slapped me. The crisp sound of the slap left me utterly speechless.

The slap on my face didn’t hurt much, but the insult was profound.

Angrily, I pointed at my nose and shouted at her, “Look carefully! Am I that scumbag?”

She stared at me blankly for a moment, then murmured and shook her head, “No! He’s way more handsome than you.”

“...” I couldn’t help but curse, “All about looks.”

Even after drinking so much, her mind was still fixated on appearances. My useless competitive spirit flared up, and I pointed at her, “How come after drinking, your taste has sunk so low?”

At that moment, the phone rang, saving me.

I took out my phone and froze; it felt as if the air around me had solidified.

The call was from Li Kuang. I had deleted her number on the day of our divorce, but after all these years together, her number was like a part of my soul—once etched, never forgotten.

I made a shushing gesture to Feifei and answered the call, only to be met with her furious yelling.

“Bin Yu, you bastard! Is it true you have an STD?”

Her voice was loud and angry—every word was heard clearly by Feifei.

I had hoped that her call was a sign of conscience, but reality proved me wrong.

I chuckled darkly and said to Li Kuang, “We’re divorced now. Why are you still calling me? If you’re worried, go get checked.”

Li Kuang was on the verge of collapse, yelling like a shrew, “Now he thinks I’m dirty and refuses to talk to me. You better explain this to him!”

My heart sank bit by bit.

We were divorced, yet she still only saw things from her own perspective.

“Li Kuang, we’re divorced already. The best exes are like the dead—unbothered and uninvolved. Don’t call me again.”

She shouted back, “I don’t care! If you don’t explain this to me, I’ll curse you to death!”

Her words weighed heavily on me, and all the good impressions I had left of her vanished instantly. I retorted, “You cheated, and I never cursed you once, yet you have the nerve to curse me back?”

Li Kuang was momentarily silenced, then started throwing a tantrum, “So what if I curse you? I didn’t expect you to be the kind to kick someone when they’re down. After all these years together, I didn’t know you at all. I was blind.”

I laughed bitterly, “You curse me because you don’t understand me. If you really knew me, you might want to hit me.”

Feifei couldn’t help but giggle, and upon hearing a woman’s voice, Li Kuang grew even more heated.

“Bin Yu! You keep accusing me of cheating, but what about you having a new lover right after the divorce? She even came to pick you up at the civil affairs office on the day of the divorce. If you ask me, you two were already messing around! How could she be better than me?”

Feifei couldn’t hold back any longer. She snatched the phone from my hand before I could react.

She shouted into the phone, “Because I’m better than you in bed!”

“...”

That statement hit Li Kuang so hard she didn’t utter a word before hanging up.

Feifei handed the phone back to me, her pretty face smiling with a hint of meaning in her eyes, like a well-behaved little rabbit.

“Don’t tell me you’re mad at me for talking to your ex like that?”

I took the phone with a wry smile, “Sometimes you have to stoop to their level with people like that.”

After a pause, I added cautiously, “Now you finally know who I really am, right?”

Feifei looked apologetic, “Ah, don’t say that. I was too emotional—I mistook you for that scumbag. You’re not mad at me, are you?”

I shook my head, “I’m more curious about what you said earlier—do you need some lessons from me?”

Feifei blushed deeply, glaring at me with her almond eyes, “Get lost!”

We finished the second round of beer, and I worried she might drink more, so I quickly took my leave.

“It’s late. I’ll go first. Get some rest.”

Feifei glanced at the time, frowning slightly. “It’s already past ten at night. Why don’t you just stay here? It’s not the first time you’ve stayed over. No need to be so formal.”

I knew she meant well, but given the difference between men and women, I feared something might happen if we were alone.

“I know your bed is big enough for two, but I can’t bring myself to do that with someone I know.”

Unexpectedly, Feifei didn’t get angry this time. Maybe she’d become desensitized to this kind of banter.

She rolled her eyes and said irritably, “I meant you sleep on the couch. Dream on!”

I pretended to breathe a sigh of relief, smiling, “I’m glad you said that.”

Feifei pouted, “Don’t worry, you’re safe. I have no worldly desires for you.”

This girl usually seemed calm and quick as a rabbit, but after she’d been drinking, she became a different person entirely. I feared she’d get truly drunk, so I hastened to say goodbye.

When I went downstairs, I saw a convenience store nearby and hesitated before going in to buy some honey and yogurt.

Feifei, still tipsy, opened the door and was surprised to see me return. She hesitated and asked, “You decided not to leave after all?”

I shook my head and handed her the yogurt and honey.

“I just went to get you some yogurt and honey. If you feel unwell tonight, drink honey water or yogurt. Both can help ease hangovers and protect your stomach lining.”

Feifei paused, her eyes shimmering as if something was stirring within.

She nodded softly, her voice trembling slightly, “Thank you.”

After leaving again, I returned home around eleven at night. I took a quick shower to wash away the fatigue but felt wide awake. I lit a cigarette and indulged in the swirling smoke.

Since parting with Li Kuang, I had grown increasingly fond of the taste of tobacco. At night, my heart grew fragile, and when I was down, I found comfort in smoking alone to fend off loneliness.

The cigarette was nearly burnt out.

It seemed that everything one clings to eventually fades away.

I lit another, just as I was about to strike the lighter, the doorbell rang.