My boyfriend of ten years answered the question "What's it like to have an ugly, fat girlfriend?" on Zhihu:

【My girlfriend is 168cm tall and weighs 100kg, and she has that cutesy baby voice.】

【Every time I see her chubby face, I feel disgusted.】

【But in a month, I plan to propose to her.】

Below the answer, he posted a photo of me gobbling down a hamburger.

In the picture, the fat girl—me—had my mouth wide open, my bright red lips looking terrifying.

I went on to check his other answer to the question "My girlfriend is ugly and I can't stand it, but she's rich. What should I do?"

He said:

【Get married first, turn off the lights—all women are the same.】

【Feed her well during the day and praise her for being beautiful. In less than two years, she'll die from obesity, and then all her money will be yours.】

……

After reading these two answers, I was chilled to the bone. Trembling, I scrolled through his other responses.

Without exception,

they were all about how to make his girlfriend gain weight and how to get her money.

We had been together since we were fifteen, when we first started having crushes. That's a full ten years.

In these ten years, his phone wallpaper had always been me, his WeChat Moments were filled with me, and he always held my hand when we went out. So I trusted him completely.

"What are you doing, baby?" Suddenly, my boyfriend Xu Zhiqing's voice came from behind.

I turned around sharply, the fat on my face jiggling so much it pulled at my eyelids, making them ache.

He was 186cm tall, with perfectly toned muscles and thick eyebrows over big, double-lidded eyes.

At that moment, he was looking at me with a smile.

Pretending nothing was wrong, I said: "Nothing. Your phone lit up just now."

He didn't suspect that I had been going through his phone. Bending down, he took the phone from my hand, his damp hair brushing against my fat cheek.

He kissed me, checked the time, and said: "Baby, want to play games today? I'll carry you."

My voice trembling, I shook my head: "I'm not feeling well today. I'll go to bed first."

"Okay."

He always obeyed my every wish.

He even thoughtfully turned on the air conditioner, tucked me in, and kissed my forehead goodnight before heading to the study.

I thought hard about the username of that Zhihu account, then downloaded the app—I had never used it before.

The ID was his initials, and the profile picture was a photo I had taken of him. He didn't even bother to hide it.

This realization made me even more scared.