When I woke up in the hospital, I suddenly realized I could see a number floating above everyone’s head. The number above my best friend Tiffany’s head was 206. My boyfriend Jason’s number was 34. After a passionate night with Jason when I returned home from the hospital, his number changed to 33. I realized the numbers represented how many times a person had had sex. Just as I was thinking this superpower wasn’t very useful, I attended Jason’s grandfather’s birthday party. Jason took my drunk friend Tiffany upstairs to rest. When they came back down, their numbers had changed to 205 and 32. I turned my head and saw Jason’s uncle Ethan coming down the stairs. The number above his head was… 1683. “Aria, are you okay?” Jason instinctively tried to cover up the red mark Tiffany had “accidentally” left on his neck. I glanced coldly at the “32” floating above his head, my eyes filled with disdain. They say men hit their sexual peak at 25, but it seems Jason was determined to prove that wrong. “It’s nothing,” I replied dismissively, turning my gaze to the glowing four-digit number above Ethan’s head. My interest was piqued. “How old is your uncle?” “He’ll be thirty after his next birthday.” Ah, thirty years old. The prime of his life, it seems. Noticing my odd expression, Jason wrapped his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, trying to appease me: “My uncle’s having a birthday party next week. Want to come?” “Sure,” I replied without hesitation. Jason glanced at Ethan, who stood a short distance away in an impeccable suit. With his sharp features, Ethan was the type to command attention wherever he went. Jason let out a small huff, jealousy evident in his eyes. “Aria, you’re not interested in my uncle, are you?” “Of course not. I can barely handle you, let alone anyone else,” I said, pinching Jason’s cheek and wriggling out of his embrace. I started walking towards Ethan. Jason was about to follow when Tiffany, who had just come downstairs, suddenly twisted her ankle. With a cry of surprise, Jason immediately turned to play the hero. I grabbed a drink and approached Ethan. “Uncle Ethan?” Ethan turned, frowning slightly when he saw me. “I’m Jason’s girlfriend, Aria.” “Aria?” Ethan’s deep, pleasant voice repeated my name. My heart fluttered as I heard him ask, “Which Aria?” “The one meaning ‘song’,” I replied with a smile, gazing into his eyes. Suddenly, a waiter appeared behind me and bumped into me. I stumbled forward, falling against Ethan’s chest. He politely steadied me by the shoulders, but the drink in my hand spilled all over him. “I’m so sorry, Uncle Ethan!” I exclaimed in panic, grabbing his wrist. “Let me help you clean up!” Somehow, Ethan found himself being pulled by me to the empty bathroom. I frantically dabbed at his clothes with paper towels, my face flushed bright red. “I’m so sorry, Uncle Ethan. I’m such a klutz. Is there any way to fix this?” I bent over to wipe his clothes, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. He looked down at me, our positions incredibly intimate as we stood there, until he finally cleared his throat. “There are spare suits upstairs. I can just change.” Ethan turned to leave but suddenly heard a soft sob from behind him. “I’m so useless. Jason will be so angry with me… Uncle Ethan, please don’t tell him, okay?” Ethan turned back to look at me, confused. “It’s just clothes.” I leaned against the edge of the sink, looking at him with teary eyes. “But I can tell Jason doesn’t like me as much anymore. He and Tiffany…” I bit my lip in shame, my lips trembling. Ethan sighed lightly, remembering Jason’s irresponsible behavior. “I won’t tell him.” My face lit up with a smile. “Thank you, Uncle Ethan!” Ethan’s expression froze for a moment. He said nothing more and left the bathroom. Only after he was gone did the smile slowly fade from my face.
After returning home, while Jason was in the shower, I grabbed his phone and quickly found Ethan’s contact information. I searched for the number on my own phone and sent a friend request. I was about to turn off Jason’s phone and put it back when it suddenly lit up with a new message. “You were so sweet today. Make sure to hide the gift I left for you well – don’t let Aria see it.” It was a message from Tiffany. I raised an eyebrow, putting the phone down without reacting. The next morning, Jason had already left for work by the time I woke up. He was interning at his family’s company, with Ethan as his direct supervisor. He didn’t dare be even a minute late. I had the day off from the hospital, so after getting up I went to the supermarket to buy groceries. I spent the morning cooking and prepared two lunch boxes. Then I drove to Jason’s office. Before leaving, I took a photo of the lunch boxes and sent it to Tiffany. “Tiffany, I spent all morning making lunch for Jason. What do you think?” Tiffany replied quickly. “That lucky guy! He must be over the moon!” I smirked, closed my phone, and drove off to the office. One of those lunch boxes was indeed for Jason, but it wasn’t made specially for him. On the contrary, I needed Tiffany to help distract Jason, my little stumbling block. Sure enough, when I arrived at the office, Jason’s desk was empty. His computer was still warm – he’d left recently. A helpful coworker nearby said, “Aria, Jason often goes to play games in Mr. Jiang’s office. Why don’t you check if he’s there?” Perfect. I smiled and nodded, then knocked on Ethan’s office door. “Come in.” Ethan didn’t look up until he sensed the person at the door seemed hesitant. Then he raised his head to look at me. “Aria?” “Uncle Ethan.” I called out timidly, glancing around the office. “Is Jason not here?” So she’s looking for Jason. Ethan lowered his eyes nonchalantly. “No.” “Can I wait for him here?” I asked carefully. “You may.” I entered the office with the lunch boxes. “Uncle Ethan, have you eaten yet?” Ethan continued writing, giving a soft “Mm” in response. “I made lunch. I prepared a portion for you too, to apologize for my rudeness yesterday.” I placed one of the lunch boxes on the desk and turned to look at Ethan. “Do you have any foods you don’t eat, Uncle Ethan? I cut the carrots into little dog shapes. They’re really cute.” Ethan put away his documents and moved to sit on the couch. I opened the lunch box and pushed it in front of him. “Try some.” Ethan took a few bites. Seeing me staring at him expectantly, he had no choice but to comment, “It tastes good.” “Thank you, Uncle Ethan. I’m glad you like it.” My gaze met his eyes. His eyes were very dark, with slightly downturned outer corners. As I looked at him, I glanced at the number above his head in my peripheral vision. It was still steadfastly at 1683. My heart began to pound like a drum. “Uncle Ethan, your eyes are so beautiful.”
Just as I finished speaking, the office door suddenly opened and Jason walked in. “Uncle Ethan…” Jason’s voice abruptly stopped. I quickly averted my gaze, lowering my head in embarrassment as my ears slowly turned red. “Aria, why are you here?” The strange atmosphere made Jason sense something was off. His tone was somewhat accusatory. “Why didn’t you wait for me outside?” “I told her to come in and wait for you,” Ethan said, putting down the lunch box and turning to look at Jason with a cold expression. “Where were you during work hours?” “I… I went to the bathroom,” Jason mumbled vaguely. He looked at the half-eaten lunch box on Ethan’s desk, and that inexplicable anger inside him rose up. For once, he gave his uncle a cold look. “Uncle Ethan, you ate my lunch.” “No, yours is right here.” I took out the other lunch box and handed it to Jason. Jason opened it and saw that his carrots were cut into heart shapes, while Ethan’s were just dog shapes. He let out a satisfied little huff. “Aria, let’s not disturb Uncle Ethan’s lunch.” With that, Jason took my hand and led me out of Ethan’s office. After we left, Ethan picked up his chopsticks again and looked down at the little dog-shaped carrots in the lunch box. The more he looked, the more annoyed he felt. He ended up throwing them in the trash. Outside the office, Tiffany came to greet us. “Jason, you’re so lucky! Why don’t I ever get to eat Aria’s homemade lunches?” Tiffany said teasingly. I coldly observed the number 204 above Tiffany’s head and the 31 above Jason’s, inwardly sneering. At some point, Tiffany had started calling Jason by his first name instead of “that guy.” Now I realized I’d noticed too late – they’d been hooking up for a while. Tiffany had gotten her job at the company through my recommendation. It seems I’d invited the wolf into our home. “The lunch isn’t a big deal. Soon enough, you might be eating at our wedding,” I said happily, looking at Jason. Jason’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Aria, you’ve agreed to marry me?” “We’ll see how you behave,” I said lightly. “I have to get back to the hospital for work, so I can’t stay for lunch. Tiffany can keep you company.” With that, I turned and left, ignoring Jason’s elated expression and Tiffany’s pale face behind me. The show was just beginning. I couldn’t bear to end it so quickly. That evening, Jason came home two hours later than usual. I sat on the couch reviewing some medical files while waiting for him. I heard him open the door. “Honey, I’m exhausted…” Jason looked refreshed but acted worn out as he collapsed into my arms, hugging me and mumbling complaints. I gently stroked his hair, glancing at the number above his head out of the corner of my eye.
It seems Tiffany was even more impatient than I’d imagined. I looked down at Jason’s handsome, sunny face and the dark circles slowly forming under his eyes. With a mix of pity and mockery, I lightly caressed his cheek before pushing him away. “Did you work overtime today?” “Yeah,” Jason lied smoothly. “Uncle Ethan gave me so many tasks. I’m exhausted, baby. Give me a kiss…” I ruthlessly pushed away his approaching face and stood up to turn off my computer. Jason’s eyes filled with hurt. “Aren’t we getting married soon? Why are you being so cold, honey? Don’t tell me you can resist my perfect body when it’s right in front of you?” “How could I?” I answered absent-mindedly. “Of course we’ll get married, but have you proposed yet?” Jason’s eyes immediately lit up again. “I will! Of course I will!” I smiled and patted his cheek lightly. “Wash up before you come to bed.” Then I got up and went to the bedroom to sleep. … Jason moved quickly. He was the type to wag his tail and beg for praise after doing even a small good deed. Although he hadn’t told me the date of the proposal, I’d already guessed based on his behavior. Of course, I shouldn’t be the only one who knew about this. While out shopping, I “accidentally” told Tiffany about Jason’s upcoming proposal. “He’s so silly, preparing everything in secret and thinking I don’t know anything. But there are so many holes in his plan.” I smiled happily, pulling Tiffany close and “sincerely” sharing my joy with her. “Tiffany, I feel like he’s the one for me. You can see how much Jason loves me, right?” “Right,” Tiffany nodded absent-mindedly, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. On the day of the proposal, Jason tricked me into going to the venue under the pretense of meeting friends. I carefully chose a white dress and opened my chat with Ethan, which so far only contained greetings. “Uncle Ethan, I think Jason is going to propose to me today. I’m so happy!” Ethan didn’t reply, but that didn’t stop me from sharing my joy. I sent him photos of the decorated venue, along with a smiling emoji. As I expected, I waited until after 8 PM but Jason never showed up. His phone was turned off. Heartbroken, I sat alone at the venue drinking a lot of alcohol. As I was preparing to leave, I accidentally twisted my ankle. Crying, I called Jason. He finally answered. “I’m so sorry, Aria. I had an urgent matter come up and couldn’t make it. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I’m done!” “Jason, I’ve twisted my ankle… I can’t move…” Flashes of lightning crossed the summer night sky, and the rain started pouring down unexpectedly. “Aria, find somewhere to take shelter from the rain. I’ll send someone to pick you up!!” The call was hurriedly ended. I stared at the black screen of my phone, my expression gradually turning cold. After sitting in the rain for a long time, headlights finally flashed nearby. A car stopped not far away, and Ethan got out with an umbrella, stopping in front of me to shield me from the rain. “Jason asked me to take you home.” “Uncle Ethan…” I started crying pitifully. “It hurts so much…” Ethan frowned and bent down to check my ankle. The rain was getting heavier, so he had no choice but to pick me up and carry me to a nearby hotel to get a room first. In the air-conditioned elevator, our two rain-soaked bodies were pressed tightly together. Ethan’s burning body temperature enveloped me, and my face turned red and hot. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or desire affecting me. After entering the room, Ethan set me down on the couch and got a towel to dry my hair. My head softly leaned against his waist, and I was almost falling over on the couch. He bent down and caught me in one smooth motion. I opened my eyes and looked at him hazily. His face was very close to mine, so close that I could hear his breathing. “Uncle Ethan, thank you…” I drowsily moved closer. “I like you so much…” My cold lips slowly pressed against his. They were so hot and soft. My fingers trembled as I involuntarily grasped his hand. Ethan’s previously restrained hand somehow relaxed, interlacing our fingers… In the heat of the moment, his hand unconsciously gripped my waist tightly. I cried out in pain. “Honey, be gentle…” Ethan’s eyes darkened, his voice hoarse: “What did you call me?”
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