Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

Huo Wang hadn't even locked the door. Jiang Zhuhua sat inside, rubbing his face in exasperation. Damn it.

I've ruined a perfectly good relationship. What's the best way to handle this? Other people's relationship experiences offer absolutely no guidance.

You only discover all sorts of problems when you're in a relationship yourself.

Jiang Zhuhua sat alone for a while. She felt she should do something, but she didn't know exactly what. She took out her phone, opened it, and then closed it again.

She had to admit that she was somewhat arrogant. It was an unconscious arrogance that wouldn't be noticed until someone pointed it out, stemming from her dominance in relationships based on money and power, and the fact that she had unconsciously placed the other person last.

She had no good explanation for this, but what troubled her was how to express her love and persuade him to come back. She never doubted her feelings for him.

However, it is clear that he did not provide the other person with a sense of security in the relationship.

But there was no use in being anxious about this; she didn't even know how to handle it. She also had few people around her to ask.

When asked, Pei Hui replied, "Why not just bring him back by tying him up? Or lock him up so he only sees you all the time, that's another way of showing my love."

This kind of illegal and criminal activity is completely unreliable.

Asking others for advice is worse than receiving no advice at all.

Huo Wang didn't block him. Jiang Zhuhua stared at his phone screen, hesitating, unsure what to say. Was I wrong?

That sounds really superficial. It lacks sincerity.

He gives the impression of needing a deep, soul-searching conversation, not just a superficial "I was wrong." If he doesn't meet the other person's expectations, the two can simply say goodbye.

In their relationship, the other person was more proactive, but Jiang Zhuhua held the dominant position in the relationship.

Jiang Zhuhua was caught in a state of self-contradiction and confusion. Huo Wang, on the other hand, invited some friends to go see the sea.

"So, you and that person broke up?"

A man with a small mustache and wearing a beret leaned on the railing and asked a question. Several men and women followed him, all leaning on the railing and looking out at the dark sea.

Everyone held a green coconut in their hands, neatly arranged.

"It doesn't count."

Huo Wang was equally frustrated.

Am I asking for too much in a relationship? Or am I being too sensitive?

People in love often find themselves overthinking and doubting things. Huo Wang took a sip of cool coconut juice, his clothes fluttering in the sea breeze.

"I think it's okay. Relationships are about mutual adjustment. It's normal to bring up your feelings or get upset if you feel uncomfortable."

Another young man with a buzz cut and dressed in all black leaned against the railing, holding a phone in his hand. He didn't look like the kind of person who would say such sentimental things.

"Zhang Geng, I'm not throwing a tantrum."

Huo Wang emphasized, clearly annoyed. He called this "being angry," not "throwing a tantrum."

"Yes, yes, you weren't throwing a tantrum, you just wanted to go out and have some fun. You knocked on every door during the day, rushed to the sea overnight, and a bunch of people were still not in their right minds, squatting on the beach drinking coconuts. You just wanted to give the sea a surprise."

Zhang Geng spoke in a sarcastic tone, then went to fiddle with his phone, poking and drawing on it with his fingers.

Huo Wang fell silent, feeling extremely depressed.

"I'm not advising you to break up, nor am I advising you to stay together. What I'm saying is that you have to make your stance clear: the other person is very wealthy, so for her, the relationship might just be a diversion, but you're not bad either. You graduated from a prestigious university, have your own businesses, and earn millions a year. You're also a content creator online."

The man with the mustache was counting on his fingers.

"If you ask me, that whole thing that caused such a stir online before, the other person went to a lot of trouble to handle it for you, it doesn't necessarily mean they don't love you, it's just... how should I put it?"

The man with the mustache scratched his hair, nearly knocking his beret off into the sea. Just as it was slipping out of control, he reached out and pulled it back.

"You just want the other person to treat you as an equal in communication."

A girl in a floral dress was taking pictures with her camera when she casually remarked something.

"But just like in novels, domineering CEOs rarely notice the good qualities of innocent female protagonists. Why? Because domineering CEOs are rich, their social circles are full of rich people, and they can't live without money."

This is easy to illustrate. People subconsciously believe that money is the most important thing, and that having money gives you all the power.

"People like us have high standards for relationships. You're actually considered low-standard. So don't doubt yourself so much. Look at these guys, what about those relationship perfectionists, those ultimate looks-obsessed people, those hermits living in the mountains? Don't you feel a little more normal now?"

The girl took a selfie with her camera and tugged at another girl next to her, signaling her to look at the camera.

"To gain equal love, you don't necessarily have to slap someone in the face. Shine brightly in your professional field, communicate well with the other person, and let them recognize and acknowledge your excellence. People who love you will see your strengths and will make changes. No matter how much you do, it won't work for people who don't love you."

When it comes to relationships, the girl in the floral dress seemed to have a lot of insights. She kept rambling on and on.

Outsiders have different opinions about this matter; some think it's just a temper tantrum, while others think it's a matter of respect.

Huo Wang was in the middle of this matter, and although he clearly felt that there was a problem with the relationship, his mouth seemed to be glued shut, and he couldn't say exactly what was wrong.

"Don't just stay silent. At least tell me what's going on and what you're thinking."

After finishing his coconut juice, the man with the mustache found a trash can and threw it in. Even though he was just taking out the trash, he kept turning back, hoping to overhear some gossip.

"What am I thinking? I don't want to break up, but I'm also feeling uncomfortable."

Huo Wang had a slight urge to smoke, but he managed to resist. Secondhand smoke lingers on the body for a long time, which is bad for both the body and those around them.

What could he be thinking? He felt like his heart was dying slightly while he was looking for her, but he still didn't want to break up. He even started to wonder if he was being too sensitive, and maybe she was just really busy with work.

Does she have another boyfriend?

After Zhang Geng finished drawing the picture and sent it to the client, he immediately locked his phone. He could review the feedback later; revisions were never-ending.

"No."

Huo Wang was quite certain. He knew a certain director liked her, but Jiang Zhuhua was clearly not very interested in that director, and the director quickly gave up on the idea as well. The two maintained a very polite distance.

"If you don't have that, and you don't want to break up, then remember to message her often, or message her son. Let her know you still care about her. Instead of calling us over in the middle of the night to enjoy the sea breeze like some silly middleman."

Zhang Geng's hair was very messy, he was dressed in all black, and his face was full of resentment, making him look even more gloomy.