他的紅盒子

I went to the emergency room in the middle of the night, and the on-duty doctor turned out to be my ex-boyfriend—the one I turned gay. Holding my stomach in pain, I groaned, but Gu Yongge remained expressionless.

“Since we broke up, you’ve been playing around this much?” he said coldly.

Me: “?”

He continued sarcastically, “I was wondering why the money tree in my office suddenly died. Turns out you were coming. What bad luck.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I grabbed his collar and snapped, “Once I recover, you’re the next to die.”