She returned home to find not a sliver of light, the spacious room filled with an overwhelming darkness. A pang of sadness struck her. If she hadn't met Gu Yichen, what kind of life would she be living now? Would she have found someone who loved her and lived a blissful life, or would she be alone, shrinking in her cramped apartment, constantly struggling to make ends meet?
Who said that was good? Even if it's harder to live alone, wouldn't it be better than facing this opulent and luxurious house all by yourself, feeling utterly lonely?
At least I wouldn't be so heartbroken, watching helplessly as my husband goes out and has fun with another woman, without being able to do anything about it.
Lin Momo scoffed: "What kind of husband is he? We were just pretending to fool people in the first place. Only an idiot would take it seriously."
She turned on the living room lights, dumped the things she had bought onto the sofa, then cooked and took a shower.
After showering, Lin Momo wore a pink pajamas that made her look delicate. She sat on the sofa and watched a Korean drama.
In the drama, there's a plot about a mistress harming the protagonist. When it reached its climax, Lin Momo couldn't help but shed tears; the heroine is so pitiful.
But then a voice sprang up in my heart, how pitiful she is. Aren't you pitiful?
Lin Momo was stunned, her mind filled with countless scenes: Gu Yichen holding Tang Yun in his arms and sitting on the bed, kissing him deeply; Gu Yichen feeding Tang Yun with a spoon...
Lin Momo shook her head vigorously, water droplets scattering from her unwashed hair onto the floor. Sweat beaded at the corner of her forehead. She stood up and walked back to the bathroom, splashing water on her face, hoping it would help her clear her mind and stop thinking about all those nonsensical things.
Lin Momo then blew her hair dry and returned to her bedroom, starting to try on her clothes to pass the time and wait for Gu Yichen to come back.
Looking in the mirror, I look a little haggard. Is my mindset really this bad? Am I so easily affected by Gu Yichen? What is he, just a playboy who doesn't even care about you? Why am I treating myself like this? He doesn't deserve your love!
After a good rant, Lin Momo felt much better. She lay down on the bed, feeling happy and content. "You two lovebirds can have your time, I'm going to sleep," she said with a wave of her hand.
Lin Mo covered herself with the blanket, closed her eyes, and slept soundly after an unknown amount of time.
The sound of cars passing by broke the tranquility that belonged to the night. A blinding light shone into Lin Momo's courtyard, Gu Yichan was back.
He hadn't expected to be back this late. He had only planned to leave after dinner, but he ran into a few business partners and they insisted on taking him to a bar. Unable to refuse their hospitality, he agreed, and by the time everyone else left, it was already this late.
Gu Yichen opened the door to the room and looked at Lin Momo who was sleeping on the bed. A wave of displeasure washed over him.
Lin Momo, you're amazing! Your husband goes out to play with other women and you still have the heart to sleep? Your heart must be huge! Or do you just not care at all?
Gu Yichen walked to the bedside, having a strong impulse to pull Lin Momo up. Ultimately, he held back and looked at Lin Momo who was fast asleep, saying in a drunken stupor, "Lin Momo, I will definitely make you fall in love with me. Don't believe me? Let's make a bet."
Gu Yichen went out, took a shower, then returned and lay down beside Lin Momo, falling asleep.
The next morning, Lin Momo opened her eyes sleepily and caught a faint whiff of alcohol. Hmm? Where was the smell of alcohol coming from? Had Gu Yichen come over last night? But at this time, Gu Yichen had already gotten up and gone to work.
Lin Momo shook her head. It didn't matter if he had been here before, anyway, he didn't care about me.
Lin Momo tidied up and went to the company. As soon as she arrived, she was scolded by the editor-in-chief.
"Lin Momom, look at what you've taken pictures of? Would anyone even look at them? Take a look at what the other magazines are publishing, I specifically told you to take good pictures, and in the end, you messed everything up! Sigh, don't you want to do this job anymore? Are you intentionally trying to torture me?"

(Editor in charge：dark matter a novel)