I am Ethan Fuller’s girlfriend, the heir to a wealthy family. Ethan is bold and handsome; I am shy and demure. Everyone thinks I’m not good enough for him and is waiting for us to break up. I feel the same way and have long been prepared to leave. Recently, his beautiful and accomplished ex-girlfriend has returned from abroad, Yet he proposed to me… It was already 11:30 at night when I finished getting ready for bed. Just then, I received a call from Ethan’s friend: “Tina, Ethan’s drunk. Can you come pick him up?” Before I could respond, he hung up. They were so sure I would come. And they were right. As soon as the call ended, I quickly changed and headed out to the bar to pick him up. But remembering the content of Ethan’s friends’ social media posts, my heart ached a little. [Welcome back, Rosalyn! Congrats on completing your studies abroad!] [Did she come back for her old flame? — Yes, she did!] [Can’t believe we’re about to witness the reunion of a perfect couple!] All these posts, so lively and excited, were just showcasing Rosalyn’s excellence and how well-matched she and Ethan were. Even though they knew I was Ethan’s girlfriend, and that I could see all of this. But they didn’t care, because it was Rosalyn! Ethan’s ex-girlfriend, the beauty queen of A University, and the heiress of the Lin Group. I was also a student at A University, and I had heard all about their passionate love story. Now that she’s back, should I step aside?
When I arrived at the bar, Ethan was already lying on the couch, half-asleep. When everyone saw me, they casually said, “Tina’s here. We were having a good time, and Ethan had a bit too much to drink.” “Of course we’re happy. Rosalyn’s back, and I heard she’s going to work at Ethan’s company…” Someone nudged the person who was speaking. That person shrugged carelessly, looking at me with a hint of challenge in his eyes, completely disregarding me as Ethan’s girlfriend. Ethan’s friends had never liked me, I knew that from the first time we met. Because I was just too ordinary and well-behaved. I smiled faintly, pretending not to care. I walked over to Ethan and gently patted his cheek. Ethan opened his eyes groggily, and seeing it was me, he sat up with a silly grin and hugged me, nuzzling against me. “Oh, my little wifey is here! My wife came to pick me up!” Drunk Ethan was burning hot, and the alcohol on his breath made me a bit uncomfortable. I skillfully took out the thermos I always carried and unscrewed the cap, handing it to him. “Have some honey water.” Ethan held my hand as he took a sip. “Sweet, so sweet, but not as sweet as my wife!” I blushed at his straightforward words. Even after three years together, I still wasn’t used to his outgoing personality. The others laughed along, “Sister-in-law is so thoughtful!” They only called me “sister-in-law” in front of Ethan. Ethan hugged me proudly, showing off, “Are you jealous?” “I… haha… wouldn’t dare.” It was clearly a forced laugh. They weren’t jealous at all. They disliked boring girls like me the most. I had heard Ethan’s friends complain more than once: “I really don’t know what Ethan likes about Tina. She’s just average-looking, with a dull personality. She can’t compare to Rosalyn at all.” “Yeah, Tina is just too obedient and well-behaved, like plain water. If I were with her, I’d be bored in three days.” “Maybe Ethan just got bored and found a little housekeeper for fun. But I have to say, Tina does take good care of Ethan.” “Of course she does. If she couldn’t even be a good housekeeper, what right would she have to stay by Ethan’s side?” “Hahaha… that’s true.” … I tugged at Ethan’s sleeve. “It’s late, let’s go home!” “Okay, whatever my wife says!” I supported the stumbling Ethan as we stood up. As we reached the door, he suddenly turned around and announced with a grin, “You guys all have to come to my wedding!” “Sure, sure…” Still just polite small talk. I also knew that his friends had a betting pool going on when we would break up. Some bet on one month, others on three months, with the longest bet not exceeding six months. Now, three years have passed. Not only have Ethan and I not broken up, but he proposed to me three days ago. However, today, Ethan’s ex-girlfriend Rosalyn arrived in the city. I don’t know if our wedding will still happen as planned.
I was driving Ethan home. My car was a top-of-the-line Volvo, but the high-performance SUV moved like a snail in my hands. Ethan, who had been drowsy at the bar, was now sitting in the passenger seat, staring intently at me. I felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze. “Why are you staring at me?” “It’s my right to look at my wife however I want.” I pouted, feeling a bit frustrated. “If you think I’m driving too slow, just say so.” “I don’t mind. Slow is fine, safety first! We’re taking our relationship slow anyway, step by step. You’re off tomorrow, so we’re not in a hurry.” Ethan patted my thigh. “I just feel really safe sitting in your car.” During a red light, I turned to look at Ethan. He was truly handsome, the most good-looking man I’d seen in my 27 years of life. Ethan had deep-set eyes, dark pupils, and long, delicate eyelashes. Looking into his eyes was like being drawn into an endless wilderness. Seeing me staring at him, Ethan smiled mischievously. “What, are you mesmerized by your husband’s good looks?” I calmly asked, “Why were you so happy today?” “I’m getting married to my little wife, of course I’m happy.” Is that so? But Rosalyn came back today, isn’t that worth being happy about too? I stared at him intently. “Ethan, are you sure? About marrying me?” “Of course! What, are you having second thoughts?” I smiled bitterly. “I’m afraid you’ll regret it.” Ethan suddenly sat up straight, looking at me with sincere eyes: “Tina, you have no idea how happy I am to marry you!” I smiled slightly, meeting his hazy, drunken gaze. I couldn’t quite make out the depth of emotion in his eyes.
I’m not good enough for Ethan. That’s everyone’s unanimous opinion. Ethan is the heir to the Fuller Group, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He’s bold and unrestrained, with an unyielding spirit. Because of his background, he’s always been the center of attention wherever he goes. Ethan is also very good-looking, with sharp features, a high nose bridge, and a chiseled jawline. His deep-set eyes and thin lips would not be out of place even among the handsome actors in the entertainment industry. As for me, I’m just an ordinary girl from a middle-class family. I followed the usual path of going to school and finding a stable job after graduation, just like most people. My looks are also average. Among the beautiful women in the circle of wealthy heirs, I could at best be described as demure and gentle. Compared to those stunning beauties, I’m really not much to look at. If I had to say what my strong point is, it would be that I’m obedient and well-behaved. That’s why everyone disapproves of my relationship with Ethan. After all, Ethan’s ex-girlfriend Rosalyn was truly stunning, and the difference between us is obvious. My meeting with Ethan was completely accidental. My mother runs a small convenience store near A University. During that time, my mother wasn’t feeling well, so I helped out at the store in the evenings. That night, Ethan came to buy cigarettes. He was wearing a hat and a mask, so I didn’t recognize him. I was getting him some water when suddenly a crazed man rushed in, holding a knife to me and fiercely demanding, “Give me the money!” It was my first time encountering a robbery, and I was terrified. I trembled as I tried to explain, “Sir, please calm down. We use mobile payments now, we don’t have…” “Shut up!” The man was clearly mentally unstable and lunged at me with the knife. At that moment, Ethan suddenly intervened, grabbing the knife with one hand and kicking the attacker away. Ethan swiftly subdued the frenzied man. Then, I immediately called the police and gave my statement. It was only when answering the police’s questions that I realized he was the famous Ethan Fuller. The campus heartthrob of A University, a prominent figure, and the heir to a wealthy family. After the police left, I saw his bloody palm and felt terrible. After all, he got hurt while saving me. I clumsily bandaged his hand, repeatedly thanking him. Perhaps seeing me being so polite, Ethan jokingly said, “If you’re so grateful, why don’t you marry me?” “Huh?” I must have looked really dumb at that moment because Ethan’s smile was dazzlingly bright. That’s how Ethan and I met. Later, on a certain day, he very seriously asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. I think I must have liked Ethan. He was excellent, attentive, and never showed the arrogance of a rich heir in front of me. He respected me and cared for me. If it weren’t for the various filters placed on him by campus legends and his wealthy background, Ethan would really be a great boyfriend. I thought, even if we were destined to break up in the future, it wouldn’t be a loss to have dated someone like him. I agreed. If there was a second time in my life when I was brave and willful, it was becoming Ethan’s girlfriend. Unexpectedly, three years have passed in the blink of an eye. I glanced at the sleeping man beside me. He unconsciously wrapped his arm around my waist, seemingly lost in a sweet dream, smacking his lips and snuggling closer to me. I told myself: It’s okay, Tina. Even if we break up, it’s okay. It never belonged to you in the first place, so losing it is inevitable.
My body clock was very stable. No matter what time I went to bed the night before, I would always wake up on time the next morning. I moved Ethan’s arm from my waist, got up to wash, and made breakfast. I was just putting the hot soy milk on the table when I heard Ethan’s voice from the bedroom. “Okay, okay… I got it, I’ll be back at noon.” “Alright, I’ll bring her.” “Fine, fine, please don’t interfere.” “Mom, I’m serious…” I peeked into the room, craning my neck. I saw Ethan hang up the phone, toss it aside, and rub his hair in frustration. He looked up and met my curious eyes, beckoning to me like he was calling a puppy. “Come here.” I obediently shuffled over. He suddenly hugged me, turned me sideways, and pressed me onto the bed, showering me with kisses and pinches. I panicked and tried to dodge, stammering, “You… haven’t… brushed your teeth!” “You’re disgusted by me!” I grumbled unhappily. He didn’t care and bit me again, “Alright, I’ll listen to my wife. I’ll go wash up.” I stared at Ethan’s back as he hummed while brushing his teeth and washing his face, lost in thought. Setting aside others’ judgments and simply examining our relationship, he seemed to truly love me. After washing up, Ethan looked refreshed. A few drops of water still clung to his jaw, flowing down his neck, over his prominent Adam’s apple, leaving a faint water trail… “Are you mesmerized by your husband’s good looks?” I turned away shyly and poured him a glass of soy milk. “Freshly made this morning, no sugar added.” “Even without sugar, anything my wife makes is super sweet.” Such a smooth talker. We sat down to eat breakfast, and Ethan suddenly said, “Come home with me at noon today.” “Huh?” I was a bit reluctant. Ethan laughed, “What are you afraid of? The ugly bride has to meet the in-laws eventually.” “I know, it’s just…” I was just a bit afraid of Ethan’s mother. Ethan held my hand, reassuring me, “Don’t be scared. I’m the one marrying you, not my mom. We won’t be living together anyway, we’ll just have dinner together on holidays. As long as we can maintain a cordial relationship, don’t feel too pressured.” I forced a smile but sighed inwardly. He had no idea of my worries.
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