Spoiled Rotton's Book
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Men were just My Plaything
Here’s the translation of the text into English: "Three years after marriage, my husband shared my private photos in a group chat with his friends. In response, I casually posted a picture of his little cucumber online. For a moment, I didn't know whether to feel sorry for myself for being cheated on or for my husband whose cucumber had no privacy. He said, 'Lin Youyou, you can't live without me.' 'You've been unemployed for three years; this society can't accommodate a useless person.' I scoffed; he forgot that he only has three minutes. He also forgot that his job was found for him by my father. What he didn't know was that the little restaurant he loved most in his circle was opened by me. Later, he hugged me and acted cute, saying, 'Sister, can't we go back?' I held my mature big wolf dog and replied, 'No, I feel disgusted.' In the end, he and his little fling faced social death online and reaped what they sowed; I, along with my wolf dog, enjoyed a leisurely and carefree companionship. As long as I leave some room for myself, anyone can be my plaything."