Chapter 313: This Is More Disgusting Than Cheating

Chapter 313: Chapter 313: This Is More Disgusting Than Cheating

After listening to her, Renee’s gaze fell on Mimi. "Mimi, did you hear what your owner said?"

"I did," Mimi said, nodding its fluffy little head. "A few days ago, Susie wasn’t home, and Chelsea came home really early."

Renee raised an eyebrow. "And after he got home? Did he mention Susie to anyone?"

Mimi let out a bark. "Chelsea brought his family home to eat. His sister is scared of dogs, so Chelsea locked me in my cage."

Mimi sounded a little unhappy. "Hmph, I’m not even familiar with Chelsea’s sister. I wouldn’t have clung to her!"

It was true that some people were afraid of small animals, which Renee could understand.

But she didn’t say that to Mimi, just smiled and asked, "Did you feel wronged, Mimi?"

When SodaCracker heard this, she instantly looked worried. "Mimi felt wronged? Why?"

"Don’t worry, it’s just..." Renee explained the situation.

Only then did SodaCracker let out a sigh of relief. "You scared me to death. I thought Mimi was being bullied. But Mimi really does hate being locked in the cage."

After speaking, she thought again about her boyfriend bringing his family over, frowning and grumbling, "Chelsea actually brought his family to our little love nest. I have so much of my personal stuff just lying around, not put away. So embarrassing."

[That is pretty embarrassing]

[Well, at least he brought family and not some other woman]

[Yeah, at least he didn’t cheat]

Renee saw the stream comments, then continued to ask Mimi, "Did Chelsea and his sister mention Susie at all?"

"They did!" Mimi suddenly became adorably fierce. "Chelsea’s sister kept telling Chelsea to break up with Susie, saying Susie is a bad woman! She wants to introduce Chelsea to a total bombshell!"

Renee’s brow slowly furrowed, and she asked in confusion, "Why would Chelsea’s sister say something like that? What did they talk about beforehand?"

[Here comes the tea!]

[Renee’s frowning! This is the key part, people!]

The stream comments made SodaCracker incredibly nervous; she was practically holding her breath.

"Chelsea said he doesn’t want to deal with Susie lately," Mimi said, a little angry. "He said it’s because on Mother’s Day, Susie sent her own mom a red envelope, and then Chelsea told Susie to send one to his mom, too, but Susie didn’t."

Renee: "..."

"Is this for real?" ’She couldn’t believe a man could be so petty.’

Mimi nodded its head vigorously. "It’s true!"

SodaCracker couldn’t help but ask, "Renee, what did Mimi say?"

Renee looked at the young woman, and seeing her face full of anxiety and unease, her voice took on a tone of sympathy and resignation. "Susie, on Mother’s Day, did your boyfriend send a red envelope to your mom?"

"No." SodaCracker shook her head. "Renee, why are you suddenly asking about this? Does my boyfriend’s recent change in attitude have something to do with it?"

"Yes." Renee nodded. "Mimi said he’s been giving you the cold shoulder because you didn’t send his mom a red envelope on Mother’s Day."

SodaCracker: "..."

She was utterly stunned, unable to believe her boyfriend was ignoring her over this.

[Is this even a real language I’m reading???]

[It’s his mom, he should be the one sending it.]

Mimi yapped, adding another detail, "Chelsea’s sister also said, if Susie isn’t even willing to send a red envelope, how can you expect her to be filial later on? She called Susie an unfilial bad woman and told Chelsea to break up with her sooner rather than later."

Renee: "..."

SodaCracker’s eyes grew red with anger, her voice catching with a sob. "On Mother’s Day, I told him I had sent my mom a red envelope and reminded him not to forget to send one to his mom. In response, he just said, ’It’s fine as long as you send one.’"

She sniffled, feeling wronged. "I thought he meant it was fine since I’d sent one to my mom. He never told me to send one to his mom."

[Girl, if he had told you to send one to his mom, you’d have actually done it? That’s his mom, why the hell should you send it?]

[Classic case of outsourcing his filial duties.]

[He’s a toxic piece of trash. Run, girl, run!]

[Are you going to break up with him or not? I’m asking, ARE YOU DUMPING HIM?]

SodaCracker pressed her lips together and said with a distinct lack of confidence, "If he had told me to, I... I probably wouldn’t have been happy about it, but I would have sent it because I’d be too embarrassed to say no..."

[You’re such a pushover!]

[Girl, this man doesn’t deserve you.]

Renee also thought SodaCracker’s boyfriend was a real piece of work, so she relayed the rest of what his sister had said.

SodaCracker was completely stunned, her damp eyelashes trembling slightly.

[Oh my god, how could his sister say that with a straight face?]

[Calling her unfilial just because she didn’t send a red envelope??? I can’t even.]

SodaCracker snapped out of her shock, pursed her lips, and asked with difficulty, "I want to know... after his sister said all that, what was Chelsea’s reaction?"

Renee looked back at Mimi. "Mimi, did Chelsea agree with his sister?"

"I don’t know if he agreed or disagreed." A bewildered expression appeared on Mimi’s fluffy face. "Chelsea said that Susie’s family is well-off, she’s pretty, and her salary is high, so they’ll ’test’ her again next time to see if she’s obedient."

After Renee relayed Mimi’s words, the glistening tears that had been welling in SodaCracker’s eyes finally slid down her pale cheeks. Her heart ached with a piercing, burning pain.

’So, what on earth was this relationship with Chelsea?’

[A test? An obedience test?]

[Your boyfriend is just full of schemes.]

[I’m speechless. This is even more disgusting than cheating.]

Indeed.

The more SodaCracker thought about it, the more disgusted she became.

’If her family wasn’t well-off, if she wasn’t pretty, if her salary wasn’t high, would he have broken up with her long ago? Or worse, would he have ever even started dating her in the first place?’

"Susie, are you..." Renee started to ask if she was okay, but then thought better of it. It was a pointless question. ’How could anyone possibly be okay after hearing that?’

SodaCracker raised a hand to wipe away her tears, but they kept streaming down her face like water from a broken faucet.

Feeling embarrassed, she quickly turned off her camera, explaining between sobs, "I’m sorry, I probably look a little ugly right now."

The sound of her suppressed sobs filled the live stream.

Just then, a text message from Chelsea arrived. SodaCracker struggled to read the words through her blurry, tear-filled eyes.

Chelsea: [Susie, I accidentally knocked over someone’s drink and have to pay 50,000 in damages. I only have 20,000 on my card. Can you transfer me the other 30,000 for now?]

Before, SodaCracker would have transferred him the money without a second thought.

But now, she remembered what Chelsea and his sister had said: *they’ll ’test’ her again next time.*

’So this was his so-called test, wasn’t it?’

SodaCracker took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Her voice was thick and nasal as she spoke, "Renee, ladies in the stream, Chelsea is asking to borrow thirty thousand from me right now."

[Don’t lend it to him!]

[Don’t you dare lend it! You’ll never see that money again!]

[Girl, aren’t you breaking up with him?]

"I am." SodaCracker turned her camera back on, her reddened eyes filled with determination. "There are plenty of other men out there. I’m done with this piece of trash!"

Renee’s lips curved into a smile, her voice full of mirth. "Excellent. Now tell him you’re withdrawing the cash for him as we speak, and that he should just wait patiently."