After four years of living alone after marrying far away, he went back to his parents' home and

Lan Yujuan clutched her husband's phone, watching the messages "almost certainly" pop up one after another.

[Baby, my parents really love the gift you prepared!]

They know you're coming to visit on the second day of the Lunar New Year, so they've already prepared your guest room!

That guest room is right next to my bedroom...

I'm waiting for you!

Perhaps because they didn't receive a reply, the girl's profile picture, which was "almost certainly true," gradually disappeared.

A few seconds later, the screen went dark.

In the darkness, Lan Yujuan sat leaning against the headboard, her mind frighteningly clear.

Two years ago, on New Year's Eve, she had given birth to her child less than a year ago.

Because of her postpartum body changes and the irregular sleep schedule of taking care of her child, her hormone levels became disordered, resulting in significant hair loss and poor skin condition.

In addition to conflicts with her mother-in-law, raising a child alone without income, and being extremely strapped for cash, she struggled to get the hang of writing online novels, and faced language barriers and unfamiliar living conditions due to marrying far away. Over time, she became extremely anxious.

When Liu Zhiyuan returned from Beijing in high spirits, she was unusually irritable and had her first extremely heated argument with him.

She clearly remembers that Liu Zhiyuan arrived home on New Year's Eve, and after the argument, he left home in the early hours of New Year's Day.

Because of this incident, her mother-in-law berated her sarcastically for a whole year.

On the evening of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Liu Zhiyuan changed his WeChat name, which he had used for more than ten years, to "Nine out of ten".

Life is full of disappointments, nine times out of ten.

Lan Yujuan initially thought that although the other person had left home, he was just as heartbroken and sad as she was.

But at this moment, she felt like her life was a joke!

In the darkness, Lan Yujuan sneered and muttered, "Most likely, almost certainly. Ha, what a fine pair of names!"

Unbeknownst to me, tears silently soaked my face.

Lan Yujuan raised her sleeve, wiped her face, and picked up Liu Zhiyuan's phone again.

She tried entering her birthday and successfully unlocked the screen.

At this moment, Lan Yujuan felt a slight wavering in her heart.

A voice inside her was telling her:

"Don't overthink it, and don't look at things inappropriately!"

"This phone is the one you bought for him with your first paycheck, and the password is still your birthday."

"It hasn't been easy for the two of them to have come this far after so many years of relationship."

"We've known each other for eight years, loved each other for seven. We're both married with children, and it's all come to fruition. How could he possibly change his mind?"

Lan Yujuan has completely severed ties with her family because of this relationship, and hasn't returned home or contacted them for four whole years.

She even gave up her beloved job, married a man far away, and stayed in an unfamiliar rural area.

She can't afford to gamble, and she can't afford to lose anymore.

However, the man beside her was fast asleep after a hearty meal and drinks, his snoring reaching the ceiling.

But she was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, because of that "almost certainly true" statement!

Without further hesitation, Lan Yujuan decisively opened the chat box.

The further she rolled, the paler her face became. Her heart, which had already cooled somewhat, was now completely dead!

Lan Yujuan numbly picked up her phone and started recording a video.

Perhaps because she had never checked his phone, and the couple had been in a long-distance relationship for nearly three years, Liu Zhiyuan was so brazen that he hadn't even deleted a single chat message.

Lan Yujuan recorded a video while looking at the timeline, reminiscing about the past four years.

They added each other on WeChat when she was five months pregnant, and met while camping outdoors.

While she was in postpartum confinement, her partner fell ill with a fever.

Liu Zhiyuan immediately ordered medicine for her online. Then, leaving the mother and daughter behind, he rushed back to Beijing to see her.

The relationship between the two has taken another step closer.

During her first year of financial hardship after giving birth, she couldn't even afford to buy a new piece of clothing.

Liu Zhiyuan readily placed an order and snagged a brand-new smartphone for the other party, priced at 13,000 yuan, as a birthday gift.

After the child was born, during what should have been the first Spring Festival of family reunion, she had a big fight with Liu Zhiyuan and drove him away on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

In fact, Liu Zhiyuan and this "almost certainly" had already booked their plane tickets to go on vacation to Yunnan before the New Year holiday.

Even that argument between the couple was premeditated.

Lan Yujuan recorded the entire process, then opened the bill, searched for all the transfer records, and took photos and videos.

She photographed all the traces, including those from Meituan, Taobao, and Xiaohongshu.

It turns out that Liu Zhiyuan was only married when he was in his hometown.

He was in a completely romantic, unmarried state in Beijing, at work, and even on social media.

This is a rare post on her WeChat Moments about her family of three, visible only to her.

After looking at her husband's phone, Lan Yujuan felt as if her head was filled with blood, or as if she were being run over by a millstone at the edge of the village.

She felt that everything she discovered was both clear and unreal!

What she found even more absurd was: "Where did he get so much money?"

Lan Yujuan murmured softly, "He said that his monthly salary, after tax, is only ten thousand."

"I send 5,000 yuan home every month, and after deducting 2,500 yuan for rent and utilities, I have 2,500 yuan left. I still need to cover clothing, food, transportation..."

The more Lan Yujuan calculated, the more she felt that her salary and spending habits didn't match.

"Even if the job he found later was just a small company in Beijing, unlike the big company he worked for before, it's still reasonable for him to have worked there for three years without a raise, right?"

Thinking of this, Lan Yujuan's heart pounded, as if she had a premonition of something.

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she tapped on the tax information.

Back in the early years, when their relationship was at its best, they had no secrets from each other, and even shared passwords.

She opened her income and tax details, and her heart, which she thought was dead, was once again torn apart on the spot.

Liu Zhiyuan is a programmer. In his first year at a major company as a fresh graduate, his salary exceeded 20 yuan.

The annual salary was about 45 in the second year, 80 in the third year, and exceeded 100 million in the fourth year.

In other words, Liu Zhiyuan earned more than two million yuan after taxes during the four years he worked in Beijing!

"No wonder he can live such a carefree life outside!"

Seeing this income, Lan Yujuan felt no joy, only endless sorrow.

In particular, when she saw that the company that paid Liu Zhiyuan's taxes was still the same large factory where Liu Zhiyuan had his first internship as a recent graduate.

In other words, he was never dismissed by his employer.

The claim that she was unemployed and had to return to her hometown was just a lie he used to trick her into quitting her job and obediently going back to his hometown to have a baby.

Lan Yujuan never expected that she would see the true colors of the man beside her on the darkest night!

Without making a sound, she swiped the chat to the left to change it to unread, and then put her phone back in its original place.

Then I sat there with my eyes open until the sound of firecrackers outside signaled the arrival of the New Year!

Lan Yujuan turned on the room light. Liu Zhiyuan was fast asleep and still hadn't woken up.

She raised her hand and slapped him twice, with a fierce and vengeful tone.

Liu Zhiyuan was startled and sat up abruptly, covering his face with bloodshot eyes.

What are you doing?

"Why are you acting crazy in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?!"

Lan Yujuan took a deep breath and pretended to be calm, saying, "It's New Year's Day, and your mother wants you to go set off New Year's firecrackers."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tian Xiuhua's hushed voice rang out from outside the door: "Zhiyuan, are you awake?"

"It's past midnight, let's get up, set off a string of firecrackers, and then go back to sleep!"

Liu Zhiyuan scratched his head and reluctantly replied, "Okay, I understand."

Then, still half asleep, I got up, put on my clothes, and went out.

A few minutes later, Liu Zhiyuan finished setting off the firecrackers and, feeling so cold, ran back to his room.

He had just closed the door when he turned around and saw that Lan Yujuan had pushed out her suitcase and was now packing her and her daughter's clothes.

Liu Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively asked, "What are you doing?"