At dawn, I came across a post online. “What should I do if I like my female tenant? I’ve never liked someone this much before.” Just when I thought it was some sweet story about a secret crush, the more I read, the stranger it felt. The photos this person posted looked like the hallway of my building. The description also matched me perfectly, but I’m not a tenant, I’m the landlord. There were people giving him advice in the comments. “Women are always reserved. Just go for a forceful kiss, and with a bit of push and pull, it’ll work out.” “A persistent man wins the heart of even the toughest woman. Plus, you’re so handsome, blogger. She definitely won’t be able to resist you.” “That’s how I got my wife. Once you sleep with her, she’ll do whatever you say.” The more I read, the stranger it felt. Isn’t this just sexual harassment? But the next second, my tenant John sent me a message. “Are you there? There seems to be a problem with the water pipes in my place. Can you come and take a look?” If I hadn’t seen that post, I might have gone. Because of years of renting out properties, I’m quite handy with things like changing light bulbs, fixing pipes, and unclogging toilets. Within my abilities, I always try to help tenants solve their problems. But now, I’m a bit afraid to go over. Not only is that post enough to give me the creeps, but also, my house was thoroughly checked just a few days ago. The water pressure, pipes, and electrical circuits were all fine. How could there be a problem as soon as he moved in? I looked at the pitch-black sky outside and felt a chill run down my spine. Even though it was summer, it felt like a cold wind had blown up my clothes. I’d better assume the worst about people. With this in mind, my fingers typed out a few words on my phone screen. “I’m not at home today, and I don’t really know how to fix pipes. How about my boyfriend goes to your place to check tomorrow? What time would be convenient for you?” The chat bubble for the apartment immediately showed “typing”, back and forth. The person on the other end seemed to be struggling with how to reply. I didn’t bother waiting and went to wash up. I don’t know if it was psychological, but I felt like there was a pair of eyes watching me from the darkness. I didn’t even take a shower, just rushed into the bedroom. I put a door stopper in the door crack, only then feeling a bit safer. I had just picked up my phone when I saw John’s message. “How about 8 PM then? I’ll be off work by then.” Seeing this, I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just a coincidence. After all, the hallways in city apartment buildings all look similar, and there are countless girls with long black hair who are 1.68m tall like me. Moreover, that person said he liked his female tenant, which is different from my situation. Most importantly, John is quite ordinary looking, forgettable in a crowd. He’s not the handsome type like the poster. As the saying goes, one’s appearance reflects one’s heart. I never thought such a good-looking exterior could hide such a dirty heart. Because just now, I saw the poster liked the comment giving him advice, and replied “DM me”. He clearly has evil intentions. I, like others, bookmarked the post, wanting to see what he would do next. But what about the boyfriend for tomorrow? I’m not in a relationship. Thinking this, I called my good male friend, Ben. I asked him to come tomorrow and pretend to be my boyfriend. It’s better to be safe than sorry. Pretending to have a boyfriend can avoid some unnecessary trouble.
The next day, as I was tidying up and opening the door to go out, I ran into John face to face. The apartment I rented to him is on the floor above mine. The elevator isn’t broken, so he must have been waiting here on purpose. And when I just opened the door, I saw him make a backward movement, indicating he was almost pressed against my door. My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly thought of the many news stories I had seen about single women being harmed while living alone. At that moment, I deeply regretted not asking Ben to come earlier. “Miss Sarah? Weren’t you not at home?” he said. As soon as he said this, cold sweat broke out on my back. He thought I wasn’t home, so why was he waiting at my door? What did he want to do? I suppressed my fear and said coldly, “I came back in the early morning. What are you doing at my door? My boyfriend is about to come back. If you don’t have anything urgent now, he can go to your place earlier.” John scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed, and said, “My cat ran out. I just heard cat meowing from your place. Did it hide in your apartment?” As he spoke, he tried to peek into my apartment, his eyes darting around. “I don’t have a cat. Go look elsewhere,” I said. But he not only didn’t listen to me, he took a step forward, wedging his foot in the doorframe. “I’ll just come in and look for a moment. I won’t disturb you. Just let me in.” I instinctively tried to close the door, but my strength was no match for a grown man, even if he was thin. “If you keep this up, I’m calling the police!” I said. Just then, my savior arrived. “Hey! What are you doing?” Ben shouted. With one hand, Ben lifted John up and threw him against the wall on the other side of the hallway. John’s body hit the wall with a thud, and he let out an “Ouch” as he sat on the ground. “Are you trying to break in and rob? I’m calling the police!” Ben said, taking out his phone, looking like he was really about to call. John, ignoring the pain in his body, quickly got up and apologized to Ben. “No, no, no, I was just trying to go in and find my kitten. She just closed the door suddenly, trapping my foot. That’s why I pushed the door. I wasn’t trying to rob anyone, don’t misunderstand.” “It’s not me you should be apologizing to!” Ben said. John then bowed and apologized to me, who was still in shock. I calmed down and wanted to confirm one more thing. “This is my boyfriend. Didn’t you say your water pipes were broken? Let’s go to your place and take a look.” Hearing this, John’s expression changed for a moment, then he said, “The pipes were fixed by myself yesterday. It’s all fine now. Sorry for troubling you.” He turned and left after saying this, not mentioning finding his cat anymore. I didn’t have the heart to go to work anymore. My mind was full of the image of John trying to break down the door. If Ben hadn’t arrived, I daren’t imagine what would have happened today. I sat on the sofa, and Ben brought me a glass of warm water. “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m fine. How come you came so early?” Ben stuffed a bun into his mouth. “I was terrified when I got your message last night. I came straight here as soon as I got off the plane this morning. Good thing I did.” “How long is your contract with him? Just terminate it. Having someone like that living nearby is like a ticking time bomb.” So I sent John a message directly, saying I wouldn’t rent the apartment to him anymore. He didn’t reply for a long time. But I saw that the love-seeking post had been updated. “The female tenant has a boyfriend, tall, dark, and strong. But I think I still have a good chance. After all, young girls nowadays all like thin, pale boys like me.” “I went to her door today to look for my lost kitten. The girl chatted with me for a few words and even batted her eyelashes at me. Her boyfriend found out and punched me once.” “Now she says she doesn’t want to rent the apartment to me anymore. It must be her boyfriend’s instigation. Can someone tell me what to do?” Now I’m really certain that the poster is John. Even if it was a coincidence before, it couldn’t possibly be another coincidence today. The profile picture must be stolen then. At this point, some netizens in the comments section had also realized. “Homewreckers are despicable.” “Even if you’re handsome, it’s not okay to break up other people’s relationships.” But there were still people who held the principle that looks justify everything. “That girl also batted her eyelashes at him, right? It’s not just the little brother’s one-sided love.” “Oh my god, not only is the little brother good-looking, but he’s also an animal lover. I love him even more.” “I just love this kind of forbidden love.” “Keep pursuing! Maybe she’ll dump her boyfriend and be with you. The female tenant might directly become the landlady.” I forwarded the post to Ben. “Tall, dark, and strong? This is called a healthy tan. I specially went to get tanned, what does he know! Who would like his skinny dog type that gets knocked down with one punch? My lean muscle is what’s most popular now!” Ben’s finger swiped left, clicking into the poster’s profile. “Eh? Wait, this photo.”
“What about the photo?” Ben gloated, pointing at the profile photo. “This guy is our company CEO’s son. He’s usually arrogant and domineering. If he finds out his photo was stolen by John and such comments were posted online, what do you think he’ll do? “Or if the CEO learns that someone is smearing his son’s reputation online, what do you think he’ll do?” Ben chuckled and directly forwarded the post to the company CEO. “Big news, boss! Your son wants to be a homewrecker!” Then he recalled the message after two minutes and fifty seconds. I asked him if he wasn’t afraid of being held accountable by the higher-ups. He shook his head: “The boss isn’t that petty. He might even thank me for telling him about this, to prevent his son from making a bigger mistake.” I could only pray in my heart that the boy wouldn’t be beaten too badly. Sorry about that. John was still replying to comments. “Thank you all for your support. I won’t give up. Even if I have to be the other man, I’ll pursue my female tenant!” Ridiculous. He’s clearly the tenant, yet he pretends to be the landlord. How insecure is he about his identity? He also retorted to those comments calling him a homewrecker. “You don’t know anything. This is called pursuing love!” “I know you’re unhappy in life with no love. Don’t be jealous that I’m good-looking and have several houses collecting rent.” “I’m not blind. I can tell if the female tenant is batting her eyelashes at me or not. She wore a short skirt when she came to view the house. If that’s not seducing me, what is it?” Oh my god, wearing a short skirt is seducing him? Then aren’t all the girls on the street seducing him? Besides, it’s hot summer. If I don’t wear a short skirt, should I wear cotton pants? The more I read, the more disgusted I felt. How can there be such an ordinary yet confident and lying man? That familiar avatar came out to give advice again. The username was “Wild Heart”. “Don’t doubt it. When women wear short skirts, it’s deliberately to seduce men. That’s why I couldn’t resist when my wife wore a short skirt back then. She cried and made a fuss afterward, but after some coaxing, didn’t she end up marrying me? She went from being a country girl to a city woman in one go, now living a life of luxury. You’re still too gentle. When her boyfriend isn’t around, just force yourself on her. Don’t worry, she’ll give in.” Isn’t this instigating others to commit crimes? Do they really think there’s no legal responsibility for what they say online? I saved this person’s comments as evidence and consulted a lawyer, but the lawyer told me that without substantial events occurring, it would be difficult to file a case. Although I was angry, I was helpless. Women in this world really have to experience too many dangers and bear too much malice. Not only will wearing a short skirt be assumed as seduction, but even walking on the street will be “taken in” by someone. It’s really terrifying. Many criticizing comments flooded in under Wild Heart’s comment, but he didn’t care at all. He just blocked whoever scolded him. I clicked into that person’s profile and found that he was just a disgusting man, saying that women being trafficked isn’t a bad thing, it can provide labor for rural development. He also said that women not having children nowadays is because they’ve studied too much, and women studying too much is not conducive to national unity. So he called for shortening compulsory education to increase the birth rate. He’s simply a psychopath. That night, Ben stayed in my spare bedroom. He didn’t even go to work because he was afraid something might happen to me. After hearing about this, my mom also told me to move away quickly. These days, losing money is a small matter, but it’s scary to encounter some desperate people. It’s really unfortunate that I, a landlord, am being forced to move by a tenant. Just as I was packing my luggage, Ben, standing by the window, called out. “Our CEO’s son is coming up with five big guys, carrying baseball bats! His face looks a bit red, maybe he was beaten by the CEO. Now he’s coming to take revenge on John.” Ben and I hid in the stairwell, watching the young man kick John’s door. “Open up!” John didn’t open the door, so the young man directly instructed the people beside him to open the lock. “It was you who impersonated me online and smeared my reputation? Ugly people really do more mischief!”
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