A Fake Loyalty TestChapter 2

I couldn't help being drawn to her cover image—a screenshot of her chat with Aaron.

It started with awkward attempts at conversation, until she discovered Aaron loved gaming, and they suddenly hit it off.

My grip on my phone tightened. It was true—Aaron was really good at games.

In contrast, I was terrible at them.

Realizing I'd only drag him down, over time I stopped playing with him.

Comments quickly flooded the post:

"Oh my god, and she won't break up?" Immediately followed by frantically tagging me.

"She acts like she's never seen a man before. All she deserves in this life is garbage."

"Props to the blogger, being able to chat with such a disgusting man."

The relationship tester gently replied: "Sweetie, I'm not suffering. I mainly want to help sisters see men clearly."

Internet users were touched and rushed to comfort her: "The blogger is too good, what a shame the wife doesn't appreciate it."

"It's okay, some women are smart, some are dumb. We need patience. I'll keep working to help her wake up."

Internet users were moved by her warm words, praising her en masse as her follower count skyrocketed overnight. I clicked through to her profile, where posts about testing other people's boyfriends filled the page. Each post's cover image had large words reading "Certified Scum," and the comment sections were filled with praise and people thanking her.

So now it was my turn?

Just then I heard the door open. I watched Aaron walk into the room, his expression unreadable, and asked again: "Aaron, I can trust you, right?"

Aaron tilted his head in confusion, then smiled and walked over, pulling me into his arms and nuzzling my forehead affectionately: "Of course."

"Okay, I trust you."

I put down my phone and turned off the light to sleep.

After that, I stopped going online, and Aaron showed no unusual behavior.

I figured in a few days, once new entertainment appeared, they'd leave on their own.

But several days later, after finishing a client meeting and taking a break, I saw Aaron's back on a nearby pedestrian street. His tall, straight figure in a black jacket stood out in the crowd.

Equally eye-catching was the beauty beside him—in a fitted black dress, smiling brilliantly while holding his hand. It was the relationship tester from online.

I gripped my handbag tightly and hurried forward. Just as I got close, the relationship tester let go of his hand and ran off as if avoiding suspicion. Aaron turned around, looking at me with surprise and panic: "Summer, what are you doing here?"

My gaze moved from him to the person running away, my tone cold: "Who was that just now?"

He avoided my eyes: "A salesperson, kept pulling me to push products."

"Then what are you doing here?"

Aaron owned a large club and usually stayed at the shop. Yet today he'd come to this distant place.

He smiled: "I heard you were here for business, so I planned to wait until your break and take you to dinner."

He even showed me his phone—he'd booked a couple's restaurant. Though I didn't like the gaudy decor, thinking of his thoughtfulness, I happily agreed.

The food was decent. After eating, my mood improved. Bored, I played with my phone, wanting to see if the online storm had passed. But as soon as I opened the app, I saw the relationship tester's new post:

"Sweetie, you ate the meal meant for me."

The photo showed me happily eating and chatting with Aaron. Aaron happened to be looking down, not at me, his back appearing somewhat lonely and distracted in that moment.

I suddenly looked toward where she'd taken the photo, but that spot was already empty. My good mood evaporated completely. My chest felt stuffy, and I accidentally glimpsed the sarcastic comments mocking me in the comment section. A breath stuck in my chest, unable to escape.

Just then, the relationship tester sent a private message, her tone still full of that pitying concern:

"Sweetie, I think you saw that the scumbag probably lied to you, saying I was a salesperson."

An unnamed fire burned in my chest, my tone turning irritable: "I'm reminding you one more time—I don't need your so-called testing. Please stay away from me and my boyfriend!"

The relationship tester remained breezy: "Every woman reacts like you when facing reality. But that's okay, I believe it won't be long before you come to thank me too."

"Enough! I'll say this one last time—interfering in others' relationships, no matter what excuse you use, makes you a homewrecker."

She sighed helplessly: "Okay, I'll help you test him a bit longer."