Five years ago, I joined the school's synchronized swimming team.

There was a boy in the team, and we had to cooperate to perform lifting movements, inevitably involving physical contact.

As a result, the next day, that team member quit the swimming team and never came to school again.

I inquired for a long time and finally saw him in a not-so-good school.

The boy, who had always been cheerful and sunny, was tortured to be skinny. Even though he transferred schools, the bullying towards him never stopped.

And all of this was silently accepted by Song Ling.

I went crazy and went to question him, but Song Ling just smiled softly and handed me my beloved Belle doll, explaining in a sad voice, "I thought he was trying to take you away from me."

With just one sentence, my anger extinguished instantly.

A deep sense of powerlessness swept over my body, my heart being slowly tightened by an invisible pair of hands.

In the end, it was all my fault.

Knowing that Song Ling has such a domineering and extreme personality, I shouldn't have joined any swimming team. It was me who ruined that boy.

At that moment, I was at a loss.

Seeing me like this, Song Ling panicked and grabbed my hand, shaking it.

"Don't be angry, I was wrong, I'll never do it again," he said.

But I knew that he couldn't control himself. If he could, these things wouldn't happen again, just like every time he made a promise in the past.

I told him that I wanted to be alone and asked him not to come find me recently.

But I didn't expect.

The next day at swimming practice, all the team members stood in a line, keeping their distance from me, afraid to come near.

One of my better teammates came to me trembling and said,

"Siyi, don't mess with Young Master Song anymore. You should go and pacify him, or else, not only will the swimming team be disbanded, we might not be able to stay at this school anymore."

Looking at my teammates who I had spent months with, and the hateful look in their eyes when they looked at me.

I couldn't bear it anymore and cried.

He, Song Ling, was the sick one, but it was my life that was ruined.

From childhood to adulthood, as long as he was by my side, no one dared to approach me.

And if someone did, they would be threatened and bullied, just like today.

He seemed to draw an invisible circle around me, on the surface, it seemed like he was protecting me, but in reality, he treated me as his possession, marking me and depriving me of my freedom and life.

The argument between Song Ling and I spread widely in school.

Until graduation, I didn't make any more friends.

And all of this was exactly what Song Ling wanted.

I became his supposed girlfriend and his private belonging.

I did seek help from my parents, but every time, the Song family would send various gifts as apologies and explanations. My parents are kind-hearted and pity Song Ling for having such an illness at such a young age.

They convinced me many times to endure a little longer, thinking of it as helping others.

That's how I ended up being entangled with him, wasting most of my time to appease his emotions.

But, Tang Yanyan's appearance seems to be a bit different.

After all, it's rare to see someone so daring and unafraid of provoking Song Ling.

And all for the sake of comparing herself to me.

She would go into my closet, take out one of my clothes, and pretend to give me advice with good intentions.

"Siyi, this outfit does not bring out your temperament at all. Instead, it makes your already short legs look even bulkier," she said.

She said that sentence.

I instinctively lowered my head to look at my legs.

With a height of 1.7 meters and a figure in golden proportions, she still managed to find flaws and belittle me.

Is she crazy?

Is she trying to use this method to PUA and make me doubt myself?

I can only say that her plan has gone wrong.

I looked her up and down and deliberately continued, "You're right."

A smug expression appeared on Tang Yanyan's face, and I continued, "Even with my body type, it's hard to pull off this outfit. I'm afraid your short and stout lower body wouldn't be able to handle it."

As I said this, she tightened her grip on the clothes, leaving many wrinkles.

I covered my mouth in surprise and said, "This outfit was personally made by a master craftsman in our country. The material is top-quality fragrant cloud silk. Look at you, how careless you are."

She seemed a little stiff and forced a smile a few times.

Hurriedly trying to make up for it, she said, "Siyi, you've misunderstood me. I'm not mocking you, I'm genuinely worried that if you wear this outfit outside, people will make fun of you."

As she spoke, she threw the clothes onto the sofa as if they were hot potatoes.

In the instant she turned around, a gloomy expression appeared on her face. When she turned back, she immediately put on a look of grievance.

"I understand. It must be that I've made Siyi mad. I'm just envious of you being so beloved and spoiled by your parents. If I were born into a family like yours, I would probably feel fatherly and motherly love too," she said.

Her parents are still alive and treat her fairly well.

By saying this, it only gives off a feeling of not knowing how to be grateful.

It made me extremely uncomfortable.

I walked to the sofa, picked up the hem of the clothes, and directly threw them into the garbage bin.

"Fatherly and motherly love cannot be measured by money, and, useless things should stay in the trash. I think you understand what I mean," I said.

In the end, I was raised to be the successor.

If she wants to pretend to be mine, she should see if she's capable.

Confidence that only exists in her imagination and wanting everything, will only harm her.

After this incident, my impression of Tang Yanyan has plummeted.

But, it's only because of the years of support she has provided that I'm willing to give her another chance.