Chapter 3 10 Years of Death:My BF’s Lethal Trap

After watching me finish ten fried dough sticks, three bowls of sesame paste, and two cages of steamed buns, Xu Zhiqing left for work contentedly.

But I still wasn't convinced.

Going back to the bedroom, I picked up my phone and started looking for any information related to him.

I checked all his shopping records, food delivery orders, Douyin, and Xiaohongshu—nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Even on all social media platforms, all he posted were photos and videos of us showing off our love.

I felt agitated and wanted to talk to someone.

But when I opened WeChat and my contacts list, I realized I didn't have any close friends.

There were only over sixty people on my WeChat.

More than half were my family members, about a dozen were daigou (overseas shoppers), and the rest were food delivery contacts.

When did I end up with so few WeChat friends?

I also checked Xu Zhiqing's QQ Space. It was full of posts showing off our love, dating back almost to when we first got together.

Everything was so perfect it scared me.

……

At noon, Xu Zhiqing sent me a detailed weight loss plan.

Based on my body measurements, BMI, and current eating habits, it looked very reasonable.

I didn't have time to think deeply about the plan's rationality. Instead, I went out to buy a new phone card and registered a new Douyin account.

I asked the netizens: "How can I check my boyfriend's phone without him noticing?"

Afraid of exposing myself, I specially turned off the "People You May Know" feature.

Probably because new users get traffic support,

netizens quickly started giving me advice in the comments.

……

In the evening, Xu Zhiqing and I went to the barbecue restaurant.

Since we were regulars, the boss specially reserved a private room for us.

I loved their mashed potatoes, so I asked Xu Zhiqing to get some for me.

He left his phone on the table.

Seizing the opportunity, I unlocked it— the password was my birthday.

All the bills were normal, I was pinned to the top of all his contacts, and his notes were full of my preferences.

Even the apps on his phone were all commonly used ones—nothing messy.

But the only strange thing was that the Zhihu app had been uninstalled.