Ex-Girlfriend Blackens Every Day: Chapter 1

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• mentions sexual assault

ARC 1: WHITE LOTUS EX-GIRLFRIEND (1)

In the western restaurant, an accordionist calmly played an exotic folk tune.

The slightly dim candlelight and hazy veil made the night seem just right.

A man loosened his tie and glanced at the nearby waiter somewhat unnaturally.

He was tall and handsome, and his impeccable western-style clothes served to emphasize his ascetic beauty. His expression was calm and serene, but affection was visible in his eyes.

The woman sitting opposite him was casually tugging at her hair. She wore a mauve colored chiffon dress wrapped around skin that shone with a glossy luster.

She flipped through the menu and her beautiful Oxford accent was like a freshly bloomed gardenia.

As the waiter wrote the order down, he secretly took in the female customer's extraordinary beauty.

"Just these.” The man responded with a smile.

"How did such a workaholic have time to accompany me to a meal? Young Master Yan, have you done something shameful behind my back, hm?" The woman raised her phoenix eyes, and that slightly flirtatious expression could bewitch people. It didn’t seem excessively enchanting or even vulgar, yet it had the capital to attract bees and butterflies with a madness.

When one looks at a beauty under the lamplight, they become more charming the longer one stares at them.

The self-disciplined man couldn't help but grab her wrist. Placing a kiss above it, he raised his head and gazed at her. "Yes, my girlfriend is too gorgeous. Every day I think about taking liberties with her. What should I do?"

Young Master Yan had extreme mysophobia that could make one’s hair stand up in anger. He never had a girlfriend and hated women approaching him so much that friends even joked that he was impotent.

He thought that when the time came, he would go on a blind date, obey his parents’ arrangements, then marry a virtuous wife.

It was supposed to be that way, and that was the case at first.

Who would have thought the god of love would suddenly barge in? Everything was so inconceivable, but it was gladdening.

She was like the night when she walked with that graceful posture. The vast stars in her cloudless sky glittered brilliantly, and the most exquisite light and dark all come together in her graceful bearing and in her shining eyes.

As a result, he fell into the enemy’s hands.

If love was a sweet poisonous wine, he didn't believe there was a cure for him.

The woman smiled. "We don't meet for half a month and Young Master Yan becomes a rogue."

She seamlessly retracted her hand and ignored the lost expression in his eyes.

The couple finished their meal in silence. She smoothened her hair as she happily enjoyed the dessert. Her cat-like style of eating her fill tickled at his heart.

Suddenly, the woman’s movements paused.

A silver ring in the cake came into view.

"This is…”

The man picked up the ring, carefully wiped it with a serviette, and then got up from his seat. Kneeling down on one knee, he held up the ring and spoke with sincerity. "Linlang, I love you. Marry me!"

He grew up tall and handsome, and his decent manners showed his extraordinary upbringing, but in front of his beloved, he was as nervous as an inexperienced boy.

There was a low exclamation in the restaurant, and the women secretly murmered on how romantic it was.

However— —

"My apologies, Young Master Yan. I don’t think we’re suitable."

A deathly silence ensued.

"Let's break up."

She smiled faintly, and the red lips that captivated him spat out ruthless words.

After speaking, she stood up, picked up her bag, and left in a leisurely manner.

The crowd was dumbstruck. There was a proposal and then a breakup. What was this turn of events?

It was as if a bucket of cold water was poured on his head. This man who stood at the top of the social pyramid and could call wind and summon rain should he wish had now been smashed silly.

He quickly chased after her to the door. After grabbing her wrist, he pleaded, "Linlang, I, I don't understand. Don't you like me? Why would... I don't understand!" His injured expression revealed a child-like grievance.

All of a sudden, the woman turned around and smiled.

There was a poppy-like seduction spreading at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. It was beautiful, but deadly.

"Do you think I’d like the bastard who defiled me? I was just with you for revenge."

"What do you mean defile, what revenge... I—I don't understand."

Yan Zheng’s forehead was sweating as he hurriedly explained: "Believe me, I have never thought of defiling you, I’m sincere to you!" She was beautiful, noble, and fascinating. She made him feel a rush of excitement and a desire to take good care of her. How could he be bad to her?

"Things have gotten to this point and you still want to renege on your debt?" The woman shook her head in disappointment. Leaning close to him, she whispered, "Did you forget that night last year at the Hilton?"

Yan Zheng was still somewhat dazed.

In the unsmiling eyes of the other party, he vaguely recalled the strange woman lying next to him one morning. What did he do back then? He kicked her off the bed, insulted her for being shameless, threw thousands of dollars on her back, and told her to get lost.

He couldn't recall what the woman looked like. The only thing he remembered was her teary eyes and trembling body.

The blood on his face disappeared in an instant.

He lifted up his head almost unbelievably.

"You…"

"Correct. I came here to play with you on purpose and now it looks like I'm satisfied with the result."

The girl reached out to touch his cold cheeks and smiled sweetly as she pierced a figurative blade into his heart. "It’s so ridiculous. How could I fall in love with a rapist? Did you overestimate yourself?"

Leaning close to his ear, she whispered softly like a lover, "I’ve been itching to use a sharp knife to slice your flesh piece by piece ..."

Yan Zheng suddenly pushed her away.

The woman giggled. "Young Master Yan really has no fear."

As she turned to walked away, her skirt flowed like a lotus.

The man subconsciously grabbed her shoulder, then slowly let go. He watched on as she disappeared around the street corner.

"Why is it like this..." he murmured.

— Space-Time Headquarters Building —

“85, what the hell are you trying to do?! A sweet pet story of "President's Pampered Wife Traveled with the Ball¹" has been turned into a pile of shit! Do you have straw in your head?”

The woman's angry roar almost turned the whole building over.

The mission agents at the headquarters have long been able to keep calm in the face of the unexpected, but they really had a mind to burst out in laughter.

"Sister Ji’s skill is profound!"

"Always roaring, she'll grow old quickly!"

Some newcomers showed some dissatisfaction.

"This 85 is really rubbish. She's always dragging our HQ's hind legs."

"Exactly! We're always getting complaints!"

"She thought herself an amazing veteran and forcefully occupied System 3 alone!"

These few pretty girls who criticized her were oblivious to how quiet their surroundings became.

Behind them, a young woman with an angelic face smiled and said, "I don't know if I’m amazing, but since you’re not afraid of saying bad things about your predecessors at HQ, then you won’t mind going to the Minor Character Department to train yourselves, right?"

She tilted her head, and tiny fragments of light fell in her eyes. "What do you say, Junwan?"

The newcomers sucked in a breath.

Junwan was the absolute trump card of the Female Lead Department and can be called the number one agent.

No. 85 dares to call her by name? What's their relationship?

"Please pack up and go report in tomorrow." Junwan spoke faintly. Her expression easily shut everyone up.

Junwan led her to a private area when a black-colored thing suddenly rushed towards the other woman’s chest.

Pa— —

Linlang dodged it gracefully, letting it splatter onto the door.

"Wuwuwu... Master doesn't love me anymore. Forget it, I should just die..."

Meiqiu was sticking out its little butt and its paws covered its face while it cried.

"Hang yourself? Take poison? That's nothing new. How about being flushed down the toilet?" Linlang suggested with keen interest.

The cat trembled in horror. It must have met a fake owner!

"Hey, you clowns, can you calm down when you’re in someone’s else’s home?"

The veins on Junwan's forehead were bulging.

Linlang shrugged and sat on the soft couch. Meiqiu immediately wound its tail around her legs in a kiss-up fashion and became exceedingly docile.

After handing her a glass of cherry juice, Junwan asked, "Just what did you do in that E-class world?" The world story was only open to the agent, and everyone else could only see the accumulated points.

"Oh... I just rejected the male lead’s proposal." Linlang answered.

The other party swept a skeptical glance over her. "There’s nothing else?”

"Nothing."

Her face was serene. She did not think herself to be the culprit who made the male lead stay unmarried his entire life and fear beautiful women.

"Then why did you refuse?" Junwan rubbed her temples from the headache. "Don't forget, you’re the female lead. The main task is to fall in love with the male lead!"

Linlang uttered an "oh". She hugged the anxious Meiqiu up to her knees and fed it some juice.

'President's Pampered Wife Travelled With The Ball' belongs to the lower E-class world. It was a sadomasochistic love story about a female lead who worked as a waiter in a hotel and was forced by the drugged male lead. What followed was the tiresome routine of 'overbearing president falls in love with me'.

It’s just that... you want her to get pregnant with the child of a rapist?

Heh, she wasn’t kind enough to forgive such scum.

Linlang chuckled.

If it wasn’t for the constraints of the law and time, a certain male lead would already be lying in a cemetery.

What a pity.

The little cat lying on the girl's knees let out a ferocious sneeze. It carefully looked at its smiling owner.

Junwan's expression was grave. "Your current points aren't enough to keep you in the Female Lead Department. I reckon HQ will demote you to the Female Match Department. The people there aren’t good. You... should prepare yourself mentally.”

She felt disturbed after saying this.

Changing departments meant that all points were cleared and that the former glory no longer existed.

Linlang lowered her head and said nothing for a long time.

Junwan opened her mouth to comfort her when the depressed person suddenly said: “Let’s go eat drunken fairy duck later. The second person can get it half off today!”

Following her pointed finger, she saw a leaflet appear on the coffee table.

Junwan: "..."

She knew this chick was heartless!

"Meiqiu you should go too!" Linlang added.

"Wuwuwu, Master, you treat me so well!”

"No, what I mean is you should just watch from the sidelines."

"..."

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1. Travel with the ball (带球跑 — dài qiú pǎo)an internet buzz term for when a female protagonist in novels runs off while she’s pregnant because of some misunderstanding concerning the male protagonist. This is actually a basketball reference (aka traveling). I guess the 'ball' is the pregnant belly↩︎

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The chapters are slightly longer than the other ongoing translation project, so I’ll tentatively post 1 chappie a week until I get the hang of this author’s style. I’m not sure what day to release yet.