As soon as Wang Yi was forced to stop, in order to appear more energetic, she straightened her back, raised her head and looked directly at him, and snorted: "I would like to ask you something. The news came that my husband spent the night with someone else.
Now he is still on the front page, running non-stop to work, and coming back from socializing in the middle of the night to punish him. If this year's Golden Horse Awards doesn't award him the Best Actor Award, why should it be a dedicated award?"
"That's the job of the judging panel." Zhou Ze was furious. He checked several times on the way back. Countless messages asked him what the situation was, but there was no one from Wang Yiyi. He found it incredible and didn't believe it.
Except for the slight gaffe Wang Yiyi showed during the reporter's interview, her entire attitude towards the whole matter was, "Shall we talk?"
Wang Yi shook off the other hand on his arm, as if refusing to communicate, and interrupted coldly: "No need, I have not forgotten our agreement not to interfere with each other."
They rarely discussed this matter so straightforwardly. Since it was so difficult to get to this point today, Zhou Ze wanted to be patient and finish the sentence no matter how anxious and annoyed he was: "It was not my intention to issue that statement.
Lu Bin doesn’t want to involve you either, I have already minimized the impact on you within the scope of my ability.”
"So I should thank you, right?" Wang Yiyi had no intention of talking to the person involved, so he was full of guns and sticks in his words. "Then what do you mean by your original intention? In front of the public and your fans.
Maintain the perfect persona of being single, and set an industry benchmark for my colleagues who have fun with the people and are approachable?"
Zhou Ze watched the person opposite him open and close his mouth, not knowing where he got the courage: "Wang Yiyi! I don't think this is your attitude to solve the problem."
I was suddenly yelled at and kept silent for a few seconds.
There was a regular and crisp knock on the door in the room, and the food ordered was delivered at exactly this time, interrupting the quarrel that was about to start but was already over.
Zhou Ze breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glad that the meal came in time, pointed to the door, and consciously made a mistake: "I'll get the meal."
It is not an exaggeration to say that he ran away.
Wang Yiyi later read the statement carefully. Compared with the indifference she showed in front of others, she was so angry that she finally found a chance to vent her anger.
She stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears that had slipped from the corners of her eyes at some point, and looked around, from inside to outside, picking up things left by Zhou Ze along the way.
When Zhou Ze turned around and came back, Wang Yi threw things into his arms one by one, and the meaning was self-evident.
After talking about this, Wang Yiyi couldn't live in the same room anymore.
Zhou Ze was not mentally prepared, but he could guess what she meant.
He put down the lunch box, sorted the things in his hands, put them aside, walked around Wang Yiyi, and walked in in front of her.
Wang Yi looked at his series of smooth and natural movements and was confused: "What are you going to do?"
What answered her was the sound of water running from the bathroom.
By the time Zhou Ze came out, Wang Yiyi had turned off the lights, leaving only the wall lamp on the bedside and lying on his side with his back to the door.
Apart from her loneliness and obsession with the past years, this passionate memory and a sense of powerlessness are all she feels in this relationship to this day.
"Zhou Ze", Wang Yi listened as the water stopped and the hair dryer stopped. When she heard the footsteps, she called out to him, "Have you ever thought about how we just slapped our heads and got married?
Is it because we got married naturally, or is it because we regret that our efforts did not get the rewards we deserved, and we don’t want it to end here?”
Zhou Ze was almost suffocating when he heard that, and interrupted hastily: "What do you want to say?"
"We got together ten years ago. We were separated for five years and married for three years. We see each other once every few months on average. We quarrel when we meet and have a cold war when we don't meet. What are you doing living like this?"
"I have been impulsive, tried, and worked hard. Instead of torturing each other anymore, it is better to end it like this."
The curtains in the room were not tightly drawn. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wang Yiyi could vaguely see him lowering his head. He was calm beyond her expectation. He asked, "Are you done?"
"That's it."
Wang Yi thought that he would just slam the door and go out, or turn on all the lights silently without saying a word, as if he had to make it clear to her.
It's neither.
Zhou Ze walked around the end of the bed to the side near the window, and pulled the curtains tightly so that no light could come in. With the help of the weak light from the wall lamp, Zhou Ze opened the closet and took out the clothes he had put here.
After putting it on, he turned off the last wall lamp when he went out: "Since you're not hungry, have a good sleep. We'll talk about anything tomorrow."
The room and the living room were separated into two worlds. Wang Yiyi didn't know what Zhou Ze was doing, but the only thing he was sure of was that he was still in the room, making sounds from time to time to prove his presence.
The quality of Wang Yiyi's sleep was not really good, and because he had something hidden in his heart, he fell asleep intermittently, and his sleep was not stable.
After the news came out, Sister Qing asked her if Zhou Ze had really done anything to apologize to her, as the news said.
As soon as Wang Yi remembered that he denied it without thinking, "He won't."
She couldn't explain what kind of trust this was, but it was a tacit understanding that the two of them had never agreed on but tacitly understood.
The reason why Wang Yiyi lost her composure today was not because she was jealous, but because she realized that the balance between them, who had always been trembling with fear but still maintained a trembling balance, was about to tip.
They say they are not impulsive people, but this ridiculous marriage really started out of impulse.
Like a fateful reincarnation, we were still in this hotel that day, with Wang Yiyi in the back room and Zhou Ze outside.
Wang Yiyi no longer remembers what the quarrel was about that day, but she still clearly remembers that she really felt that the relationship between them was completely over.
Even if Wang Yiyi fell asleep, she could still feel the burning gaze on her back. She didn't know what he did that night, when he came in, and how long he stayed.
But no one remembered to draw the curtains at that time. As soon as Wang Yi looked out the window from the still dark sky to the dim light of dawn, no one said anything.
I don’t know whose phone was ringing, and I don’t know how long it took before it became quiet again.
Zhou Ze suddenly spoke, his voice slightly hoarse: "Wang Yiyi, let's get married."
"I'm serious, really."
"I have thought about it. Except for marriage, no relationship can bind us together forever."
"Okay", Wang Yi nodded in agreement.
Zhou Ze didn't expect Wang Yi to agree, but this was the only way he could think of to deal with it at the moment.
If it were Wang Yiyi before yesterday, she would really not agree. In those few minutes of silence, with the courage and determination to burn the boat, she had already thought about the worst ending.