Mr. Shen, your love-struck wife doesn't want you anymore!

Chapter 88 Chat Log 1

Jiang Yu couldn't find the phone on him; she finally found it in a drawer of the small cabinet next to the water dispenser.

He took his phone, went to the bedside, and unlocked the phone by grabbing the unconscious man's finger.

Compared to her phone, his phone was very clean, with almost no random entertainment apps.

Among a host of business and stock trading software, Jiang Yu quickly spotted the penguin icon.

She clicked on the penguin icon and found that she needed to enter a password.

Jiang Yuqian stared blankly for a long time before putting the phone back.

Actually, there's no need to verify it; the mere fact that the Penguin app appeared on his phone is proof enough.

Jiang Yu returned to the sofa, took out her phone, opened QQ, and went through her chat history with her sponsor.

She got her sponsor's QQ number from her teacher. At that time, she didn't have a mobile phone and could only go to an internet cafe for an hour every week.

She even added the sponsor's QQ number, which she did specifically at an internet cafe.

It took two weeks just to get the plus sign approved and for the other party to approve it.

Before adding the donor's QQ account, she specifically asked her teacher whether the donor was male or female.

The teacher told her that she was a woman, and that the woman had taken the initiative to call the school, specifically asking for financial assistance.

Jiang Yu was too young at the time and never thought about the illogical points involved; she only thought about how to express her gratitude to the kind person.

After successfully adding the other person, Jiang Yu's first message was: "Hello, sister, I am the student you are sponsoring."

In our subsequent conversations, I always addressed him as "sister."

He neither denied it nor stopped it.

They chat once a week, but it's almost always Jiang Yu who does the talking.

He would occasionally respond with a word or two.

Jiang Yu once asked him, "Sister, do you think I'm a chatterbox?"

The reply she received was, "I'm quite busy and don't talk much, but I don't mind."

They talked like this for a year. In her second year of high school, Jiang Guodong started causing trouble again. He made her marry a 30-year-old man.

They call it marriage, but actually they just want to collect a huge dowry.

Jiang Yu disagreed, but this beast kept bothering her and brainwashing her, saying that the other person was only slightly older than her and came from a very well-off family, and that it was useless for her to study that worthless book, and that she would still have to work hard to find a job after graduation.

She even took the man to her school to find her.

The pressure that lasted for several months made Jiang Yu unwilling to go home, and she even developed a dislike for school and skipped classes.

She started hanging out with the gangsters she met at the internet cafe and learned to smoke from them.

She poured out her pent-up emotions and unspeakable anguish to her benefactor.

As a result, the usually quiet and busy older sister scolded her online for an entire afternoon.

"You smoke? You actually learned to smoke? Everyone else gets first place, why don't you learn to get first place too?"

"Do you know that smoking causes cancer?! Have you ever seen the lungs of those smokers? They're completely black!"

"If he smokes today, will he be doing drugs tomorrow?!"

"If you dare smoke another cigarette, I'll cut off your living expenses for a month. Let's see if smoking can fill your stomach."

Jiang Yu was scolded until her face turned red and tears welled up in her eyes.

But strangely, I didn't feel sad at all. "I know you care about my health, but don't you think I'm a bad kid? I hang out with those hooligans, and my classmates talk bad about me behind my back. But you're concerned about my lungs, sister. Waaah, you're so good to me."

After a very long time, a message finally came from the other end: "...I am not the older sister."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't call me 'sister' anymore."

"Then what should I call you?"

"...Anyway, don't call me 'sister'."

Jiang Yu bit her nail for a while, then sent a message uncertainly: "Are you very old? Can I call you auntie?"

Then the other person stopped responding to her.

Just as she was about to log off, the other person replied: "Stop smoking and study hard. I know you're having a tough time, but you'll only have to endure it for another year and a half at most. Once you get to university, stay away from that scumbag father and start a new life. Things will get better for you."

Jiang Yu sat in front of the computer and read those words over and over again.

She changed her address for him from "sister" to "auntie".

"Auntie, I listened to you and went to talk to Jiang Guodong with the police and the Women's Federation. He hasn't bothered me since."

"But those debt collectors are still annoying; they come and bang on the door every night."

"I went to school properly and stopped hanging out with those hooligans."

"Auntie, I'm curious, how old are you this year? Are you married and have children?"

"Look how well-behaved I am, how about I recognize you as my godmother?"

"Auntie, do you know that I didn't have a mother when I was little? I feel like you are a lot like my mother."

They talked for three whole years.

She remained in that situation until she graduated from high school and was admitted to a university in another city.

That summer, she told him the good news, and the reply she received was: "I'm going abroad, and I won't have time to chat with you anymore. You should focus on your studies, and let's not keep in touch anymore."

From then on, his profile picture was grayed out.

He told her not to contact him anymore, but she had already formed the habit, and whenever she had something to worry about, she would always go to him to confide in him first.

Her thought at the time was that it didn't matter; she would treat it as an electronic diary, and it didn't matter whether he could see it or not.

2015, 3.3

"Auntie, when you were in college, did you get along well with your roommates?"

2015, 4.12

"I found a good part-time job."

"A male classmate confessed his feelings to me, but he was too cocky and I don't like him. But his family must be rich, so I'm a little tempted, not in a romantic way."

"My number one criterion for choosing a partner is that he has to be rich. Am I being too materialistic, Auntie?"

"On my eighteenth birthday, I made a wish. I told myself that if I don't have a lot of love in this life, then I want a lot of money."

2015, 6.4

"It's so hot today. I had to wear a mascot costume to hand out flyers, but I made 100 yuan, so I'm happy."

2015, 7.23

"It's so annoying, Jiang Guodong is in debt again, why doesn't he just die?"

"I get calls from debt collectors every day, and they send me threatening text messages every day. I'm always on edge when I take on a part-time job, afraid that they'll cause trouble for me."

2015, 11.11

"Singles' Day is here, Auntie, do they have this holiday abroad too?"

2016, 2.8

Happy New Year, Auntie.

[Images] [Fireworks]

Jiang Yu sent the message for a year or two, but never received a reply.

Later, she also started sending fewer messages.

Sometimes when I remember, I'll just post one.

Later on, they even started using the other party as an account book.

How much did you earn from your part-time job today?

How much was spent, etc.

For the next year and a half, from my junior year to my senior year, I never sent any more messages.

Until he met Shen Chengyan.

The time they met at the X City Hospital, Shen Chengyan was in the operating room, and Jiang Yu was waiting outside the operating room, feeling uneasy and nervous.

A year or two later, she messaged her sponsor again: "Auntie, are you still abroad? Do you have any plans to return to China?"

"I had such bad luck today. I accidentally bumped into someone and made them fall down the stairs. It scared me to death."

"I hope he's alright, and I hope he's reasonable enough to let me lose less money."

2017, 12.5

"That man was indeed very easy to talk to. He didn't ask me to pay him any money, but he wanted me to take care of him."

"That's a strange request, but it's better than losing money."

2017, 12.18

"Auntie, I noticed that man keeps glancing at me secretly, and the way he looks at me is very strange."

"He doesn't like me, does he?"

"He's quite good-looking."

2018, 1.1

"I overheard him talking on the phone about a project with a huge amount of money involved. I secretly checked his watch; it was very expensive. The car he drove was also very expensive."

"He seems to be very rich."

2018, 1.10

"His injury is healing day by day."

"The doctor said he can be discharged in a few days."

2018, 1.18

"That man was discharged from the hospital without even telling me. I don't think he'll contact me again."

2018, 1.21

"Auntie, the Chinese New Year is coming soon."

2018, 2.15

Happy New Year, Auntie.

"Auntie, that man messaged me. He wished me a Happy New Year."

2018, 2.23