The Blonde Bastard Ate My Girlfriend’s Offering (Qin Dai’s Perspective)

“…I’ll wait in the car. Stay a bit longer with Yueyue. I’ll come get you later. Don’t wander off—there might be mutants around.”

Standing on the soft, muddy ground, I looked down at this short, golden-haired “girl.”

I’d expected her—given her despicable nature—to merely kneel out of obligation, mutter a half-hearted apology, and glare at me the whole time.

But she didn’t.

She slapped herself. Harshly.

She cursed her past self with such venom, such conviction, I actually believed—just for a moment—that she’d truly realized how wrong it was to toy with people’s hearts.

Maybe… she really has changed?

Though… am I any better?

I have no feelings for Qin Yue. Yet on our first meeting, I forced myself on her.

And tonight—on a dangerous night—I dragged her out of the camp, into the irradiated zone, to this graveyard, despite her clear refusal. She was practically begging me not to.

That’s not what a decent person does.

But I’m not decent.

I never will be.

Lost in thought, I walked toward the car parked outside the cemetery.

Yueyue… how much did I really love her? I don’t know.

She was kind. She saved me when I was starving, nearly dead. Brought me back to the camp. We lived together.

I fell for her fast. Confessed. And she accepted.

We were happy.

Then one day, she moved out.

Told me she didn’t love me anymore. That she had someone new. That I should forget her.

I was heartbroken.

But if love isn’t mutual, what’s the point in holding on?

I wanted her to smile. With me, she’d always frown—especially when she saw the scars on my body from my work.

If leaving me made her happier… then fine.

For a long time, I hated the person who took her away.

Later, I found her again—lying in the荒 grass at the edge of the camp, ankle twisted, freezing, starving.

She’d lost so much weight.

How? My Yueyue was strong. Capable.

She refused my help. Refused the food I offered.

Said she wouldn’t take anything from me—not even a crumb—now that she’d rejected my love.

Not long after… she died.

Right in front of me.

Starved to death.

That’s when I learned she hadn’t eaten in days.

I investigated her new lover.

A good-looking guy. Qin Yue.

A professional gold-digger. A parasite who fed on women’s emotions and resources.

When Yueyue died, he was already chasing another girl.

I was furious.

But I didn’t go after him.

First, the leader’s ambitions were growing. I had dirty work to do—beyond just collecting supplies.

Second… I was afraid.

Afraid that if I saw him, I’d kill him.

And killing someone not marked by the leader? That’s a death sentence in this camp.

I never thought I’d see him again.

Until recently—when the leader turned him into a girl.

Poetic justice.

By the time I reached the car, my thoughts had settled.

Then I remembered—I hadn’t left the flowers.

Opening the door, I grabbed a pale bouquet of chrysanthemums from the passenger seat.

Yueyue always suited white. She was pure. Innocent.

Too bad she met him.

Still… Qin Yue seemed so sincere earlier.

Maybe… I should apologize for forcing myself on her.

Holding the flowers, I walked back across the soft earth, my steps lighter than before.

If the man who stole Yueyue could truly repent… maybe I could finally let go.

Passing row after row of low graves, I spotted Yueyue’s grave in the distance—the soft blue glow of her special screen standing out under the night sky.

Then I heard it.

Slurp. Chew. Chew.

At first, I froze.

If I hadn’t seen her golden hair, I’d have thought a mutant had attacked Qin Yue—was eating her corpse.

But no.

It was her—Qin Yue—making that sound.

What was she eating?

Curious, I quickened my pace.

As I drew closer, I saw the truth.

Rage surged through me.

I felt betrayed.

Her apology? Fake.

Her remorse? A performance.

There she was—kneeling, hugging a palm-sized steamed bun, chewing it like a starving dog.

I knew that bun.

It was one of the two I’d placed as an offering for Yueyue.

And sure enough—one was missing from the grave.

“Qin Yue!?”

Blind with anger, I kicked her hard.

She cried out, collapsing into the mud without resistance. The half-eaten bun flew from her hand.

“I-I’m sorry! So sorry! I thought you weren’t coming back! You said I had to kneel all night… and I didn’t eat dinner, got nothing from the leader… I was so hungry, I just…”

She gulped down the half-chewed food, then scrambled back onto her knees, trembling, bowing her head repeatedly.

I knew her type now.

She’d steal from the dead.

Of course her apology was a lie—both to Yueyue and to me.

“You’re good at deception. I’ll never believe a single word you say again.”

I crouched in front of her, lifted her chin, and stared into her face—still red from her self-inflicted slaps.

She gave a nervous, awkward smile—ashamed her lie was exposed.

“How many bites?” I asked.

“What… bites?”

She looked confused, like her brain hadn’t caught up.

“The bun. How many bites did you take?”

I repeated, sharper this time. My voice rough with irritation. She flinched.

“O-one bite. Just one. You came right after I took the first bite.”

As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, or afraid of me, she crawled—crawled—to retrieve the half-eaten bun.

Yes, crawled.

She knows exactly how to play the victim.

If she dared stand, I’d kick her again.

“…Only one bite. Then one kick—call it even.”

I took the bun. One clean bite mark.

At my words, her face turned pale. Her hand instinctively pressed against her side—where I’d kicked her.

……

In the end, I drove her home.

No more fists. No more kicks.

Just a light strike across her wrist with a stick I picked up from the graveyard.

If I’d punched her in the gut, she might’ve died.

And then… my fate would’ve been uncertain too.