The Relationship Expert Insisted on Testing My Boyfriend

Just after I posted travel photos with my boyfriend on social media, a relationship expert messaged me.

Sweetie, your boyfriend doesnt look like a quiet type. Send me his WhatsApp; Ill give you a free relationship assessment, how about it?

Are professional homewreckers this brazen these days?

After I refused, she immediately posted our private messages online, crying victim. A flood of netizens messaged me, hurling insults. I softened, publicly apologized to her, and stated I just wanted a peaceful life. But she and the netizens decided I was guilty and insisted on helping with the "assessment."

Days later, the expert triumphantly posted a screenshot of her successfully adding my boyfriend on WhatsApp, captioning it: Easily handled; your boyfriend isnt well-behaved~

But looking at her, I felt only pity.

1.

The relationship experts new post hit ten thousand likes within an hour. I looked at the two screenshots in the post: the first was a friend request, with just nine words, Hey handsome, Im the person in the picture, add me~. The second was a WhatsApp chat interface, with the experts contact name "Relationship Expert 12," no username visible. But the profile picture opposite was minea photo taken a few days ago during our trip, where I was smiling radiantly.

The comment section had exploded, with a flood of netizens rushing to mock me.

@her out to see! What does your man look like in someone elses chat box? Look familiar?

Wheres that clown now? No wonder she cursed even for a free assessment; turns out her dearest boyfriend, whom shed been hiding, was cheap goods.

Some people shouldnt hide; come out and apologize to everyone.

As the netizens wished, I was @-mentioned in the top comment, followed by a mischievous emoji from the expert.

Watching the online comments grow increasingly unbearable, I couldn't help but post a response: "Thank you, netizens, for your concern about my relationship. However, my boyfriend and I have known each other since high school and have weathered many storms. I know the kind of person he is and I have confidence in our relationship. If our relationship truly breaks down in the future, I will not hesitate to break up, but before that, I do not wish to put him through any 'character tests,' nor do I want anyone to intervene in our relationship."

Seeing many netizens agree, I breathed a sigh of relief, praying that everyone would disperse. But the expert immediately jumped in, wailing: "Sweetie, I don't want to ruin your relationship, I just want to help you test him because I'm afraid girls might encounter bad men."

The moment she spoke, her loyal followers poured in, and the tide of public opinion instantly shifted. They became convinced that I was just reluctant to leave a scumbag, and they started mimicking my words, posting various sarcastic parodies, attaching my post below, gleefully calling it "reference material."

Even the comments that wished us "99" (forever love) were replaced. I looked at the stinging words, my chest tightening, and finally just turned off my phone.

That evening, I returned home after a day's work. As I walked in, I saw Adam leaning on the sofa, looking at his phone, a faint smile on his handsome face. Hearing me, he instinctively flinched, flipping his phone screen down. He said dryly, "Zoe, you're home early today?"

"Yeah, were you chatting with someone?"

"A buddy."

My heart sank. He was lying; Adam always blinked when he lied. I reassured myself that we were adults, everyone had their private matters.

I pretended not to know, complaining to him about work as usual. Adam listened quietly, as always, but his eyes kept darting to his phone.

After talking for a long time, he didnt respond once. For some reason, I felt a surge of weariness. Remembering the days turmoil, I couldnt help but probe, "Adam, did anyone strange add you today?"

He smiled faintly, "No, why?"

But my heart sank further because of his words. I instinctively clutched the hem of my clothes, quickly shaking off those strange thoughts. Adam and I had been through so much over the years; there were always others around C schoolgirls who had crushes on him, colleagues who liked him C but he had rejected them all. How could he now let someone who suddenly appeared online ruin our relationship?

Besides, I knew what kind of person Adam was. Thinking this, I breathed a sigh of relief and went to my room to rest. However, when I opened my phone's social media, I saw the relationship expert had just posted a new update.

My poor sweetie, my heart aches for you.

2.

I was involuntarily drawn to her cover image: a screenshot of her chat history with Adam. At first, she awkwardly tried various topics, but once she discovered Adam loved gaming, the two immediately clicked. He even took her on a duo-queue, and afterward, kept marveling at how skilled she was as a girl, much better than his girlfriend who couldnt play games.

My grip on the phone tightened. Indeed, Adam was very good at games. In contrast, I was terrible. Every time we duo-queued, I only dragged him down, and he would save me while assuring me it was okay. Realizing I was just a hindrance, over time, I stopped playing with him.

Netizens quickly flooded the comments below.

My God, is she seriously not breaking up with him? followed by frantic @-mentions of me.

Shes such a doting wife, what can she break up with? Shes destined to eat scraps for life.

Hard work for the blogger, how can you even chat with such a disgusting man?

The relationship expert gently replied: Sweetie, its not hard work. Mainly, I want to help sisters see men clearly.

The netizens were in an uproar, rushing to hug her: The blogger is too kind, too bad the doting wife doesnt appreciate it.

Its okay, some girls are smarter, some are a bit slower. We need to be patient. Ill keep working hard to make her realize.

Below was a cute heart-hand emoji.

Netizens were moved by her warm words, praising her extensively, and her followers surged overnight. I also clicked on her avatar to her profile, which was filled with posts exposing other peoples boyfriends. Each posts main image had Identified as Scum in large characters, followed by a chorus of praise in the comments, and even people thanking her.

So, was it my turn now?

Just then, the door opened. I looked at Adam walking into the room, my expression darkening. I asked again, Adam, I can trust you, right?

Adam tilted his head, seemingly confused, then smiled, walked over, and pulled me into his embrace, nuzzling his forehead against mine: Of course.

Okay, I trust you.

I put down my phone, turned off the lights, and went to rest.

After that, I didnt go online again, and Adam showed no unusual behavior. I thought that in a few days, once a new scandal appeared, they would simply move on.

But a few days later, while resting after meeting a client, I saw Adams back in a nearby pedestrian street. He stood tall, in a black jacket, striking in the crowd. Equally striking was the beautiful woman beside him, in a black fitted dress, smiling as she held his handit was the online relationship expert.

I clutched my handbag, quickened my pace. Just as I was about to reach them, the expert loosened her grip, running off as if to avoid suspicion. Leaving Adam to turn around, looking surprised and flustered at me: Zoe, what are you doing here?

My gaze swept over him, then to the person who had run off, my tone cold: Who was that person?

He avoided my gaze, saying, A salesperson, insisting on pitching products to me.

Then what are you doing here?

Adam was the owner of a large club, usually at his store. Today, he had come all the way out here.

He smiled: I heard you were here for a business meeting, and I planned to pick you up for dinner after you finished.

He even pulled out his phone to show me, a reservation at a couples restaurant. Although I didnt like the overly flashy decor, thinking of his good intentions, I readily agreed.

The food was quite palatable. After eating, I was in a good mood and idly played with my phone, wanting to see if the online fuss had died down. No sooner had I opened it than I saw the experts new post: Sweetie, you ate my dinner.

The picture showed me happily chatting with Adam as I ate. Adam happened to be looking down, not at me, his back seeming somewhat lonely and distracted at that moment.

I instantly looked towards where the photo was taken, but the spot was already empty. My good mood vanished. Annoyance swelled within me. I accidentally glanced at the sarcastic comments in the comment section, and a lump formed in my throat, impossible to swallow.

Just then, the expert messaged me, her tone still full of feigned sympathy: Sweetie, Im sure youve seen it. That scumbag probably still told you I was a salesperson, right?

A surge of nameless anger churned in my chest, and my tone grew irritable: Let me remind you again, I dont need your so-called assessment. Please stay away from me and my boyfriend!

The expert remained calm and collected: Every woman reacts like this when facing reality. But its okay; I believe youll come to thank me soon enough.

Enough. One last thing: deliberately interfering in other peoples relationships, no matter the reason, is being a homewrecker.

She sighed helplessly: Alright, Ill help you assess him a bit longer.

3.

After she said that, she disappeared. I was so annoyed I wanted to throw my phone.

Looking up, I saw Adam, who had just received a message from someone, saying, Zoe, I might be busy for a while. Im heading out. With that, he left in a hurry.

I watched him get into his car downstairs. A woman, whose face was hidden by Adams body, got into the passenger seat. She was also wearing a fitted black dress.

I sat in my original spot for a long time before remembering to go back to the office. When I returned, I saw the proposal that was due that afternoon still spread out on the table, unfinished.

Whats going on with this proposal? I assigned it this morning; its still not done?

I slammed the document on the table. Several subordinates bowed their heads, saying nothing. In the corner, a new intern was scrolling on her phone and chuckled.

What are you laughing at?

She looked up and turned her phone to show me. The screen displayed the relationship experts newly posted update. The post was gaining momentum, and everyone around had seen it.

Manager Miranda, your own face has been utterly shredded by others, and you still come here to scold us?

The few people next to her showed no sign of injustice; their eyes gleamed with barely contained amusement.

Just then, the door pushed open, and the boss walked in. Seeing the messy scene inside and the untouched proposal, he started yelling at me too.

I lowered my head, accepting the reprimand, not daring to utter a word. The intern behind me was still secretly taking photos, giggling. Finally, after the scolding, the boss pointed at me and roared, Zoe Miranda, Im warning you, your messy affairs have seriously damaged the companys image. If you dont clean it up within a week, youre fired!

He slammed the door shut. I began to reassign tasks. The subordinates, distracted, listened, then returned to their workstations. But during a break, I discovered they had already posted photos of me being scolded online, gathering in groups to mock me below.

When I finished work that evening, I dragged my tired body home, only to find the house plunged into darkness. When I finished work that evening, I dragged my tired body home.

I opened the door, and the room was completely dark. I switched on the light and saw a note pressed under a teacup on the coffee table.

Zoe, Im out on urgent business. Take good care of yourself. Ill bring you a gift when I return.

I pulled out my phone and called him, but it kept showing temporarily unavailable. WhatsApp messages went unread.

I sat on the sofa for a while, instinctively opening social media. Sure enough, the relationship experts homepage featured a new pinned post.

Invited by a certain gentleman for a few days travel, I will live-stream the assessment results to all my sisters then.

Above was her selfie and a plane ticket. Below, netizens went wild upon hearing about the live stream, and even after seeing that payment was required, a crowd still expressed willingness to pay to watch the drama unfold.

A group of people stormed my account, asking if I was breaking up. I reaffirmed my stance and sternly told the expert, I know what kind of person my boyfriend is. I hope you stop bothering us; this is for your own good.

But this time, unlike the usual mockery, many people started sympathizing with me, digging up all my posts and comments to analyze my psychological state. Some said I was love-starved since childhood, which was why I was so desperate for male attention, urging everyone to cherish their daughters. Others said I was just stubborn, putting on a brave face, too proud to admit defeat.

I couldnt be bothered to argue with them, so I exited the app. Just then, I received a friend request from a stranger. As soon as I accepted, she immediately sent me a photo of Adam and a location.

Hes here.