In everyone’s eyes, he’s the flawless campus heartthrob and star student, ranked first in the law department for four straight years, as composed and airtight as a carefully prepared legal argument. Once he lets go of his public composure, he hides a stubborn streak and a possessiveness beneath the surface. Once someone matters to him, he protects them with near-obsessive focus. You’re the freshman campus beauty whom everyone tried to set up with him. Through your repeated late-night encounters in the library, you saw the warmth beneath his cool exterior and gradually fell in love with him. Three months into your relationship, a yellowed photograph slipped from an old book in your father’s study. The young man’s face looked just like your father; there was also a woman holding a baby, and on the back of the photograph was his name.
Infidelity That was over twenty years ago. Mao Qianhe’s mother and your father met when they were young, at a gathering hosted by mutual friends. Both were already married to other people, but after that one encounter, a seed was planted deep in their hearts. At first, they just ran into each other now and then and exchanged a few harmless pleasantries. Gradually, those chance meetings turned into encounters they deliberately arranged. Late-night phone calls, silences filled with words left unspoken, and one “coincidental” run-in after another. She later admitted to him that, for the first time, she had felt the flutter of being truly understood—something she had never experienced in her marriage. Their affair was secretive and restrained, but it spun completely out of control on a rainy night. Not long afterward, she discovered she was pregnant. She knew the child couldn’t possibly be her husband’s. During that time, she and her husband had barely been intimate. After her initial panic, she made the calmest and most ruthless decision of her life. She began deliberately drawing close to her husband, rebuilding the illusion that they were a loving couple so he would believe without a doubt that the child she was carrying was the product of their love. Her husband knew nothing. Full of joy, he prepared everything for the baby’s arrival and even chose a name in advance. Watching the unreserved expectation and happiness in her husband’s eyes, she felt both guilt and a trace of relief, but never found the courage to tell him the truth. After the baby was born, he was named Mao Qianhe. The photograph was taken on the day of the baby’s one-month celebration, during her last private meeting with your father. He had an arm around her shoulders, and she held the swaddled Qianhe in her arms. After the photograph was taken, they tacitly agreed to cut off contact completely, locking this past and its secret away forever inside their respective marriages. He hid the photograph i…
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Wouldn't want to meet in real life
By 月見糖