It was already evening when we returned to Leng Jingtian's villa from the cemetery.
When Leng Jingtian saw Wen Yin, his anxious heart finally felt a little comforted. He was worried that she would go crazy again. He couldn't think about it for a while, and the scene in the cemetery that day happened again.
"Where are you going?"
His usual strong tone, with a hint of blame in his tone.
Wen Yin glanced at him and remained silent. Moreover, she was quite unhappy when he spoke in this tone, as if she was interrogating a prisoner.
She walked straight past him, not intending to pay attention, but Leng Jingtian insisted on standing in front of her, blocking her way, "Where are you going? Didn't you hear what I asked you?"
He blocked her and forced her to look directly at Leng Jingtian. Naturally, her anger also followed, "Do I have to report everything to you? Leng Jingtian, what exactly do you want me to do before you let me go?"
Pass me? Do you know that I really hate you for controlling me like this!"
The anger that had been suppressed in my heart suddenly came up.
When Leng Jingtian heard this, her face became very gloomy. She kept saying that she was the one holding her back, and her disgust for him could be easily seen from her eyes.
Perhaps, no matter what he did, he couldn't get into her heart, let alone resolve the hatred in her heart...
"You have nothing to say, right?"
Seeing Leng Jingtian's silence, Wen Yin asked. Moreover, suddenly seeing his silence, she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
In the past, he didn't speak, but there was a strong threat around him; but now, it seems like strands of sadness are surrounding him...
"Would you be happier if I didn't care about you?"
It took a long time for Leng Jing to say such a sentence, but there was an indelible sadness in her voice.
"I will be happy only if we get divorced." Wen Yin's words were filled with coldness, and the dialogue between the two was full of distance and unfamiliarity.
Leng Jingtian did not respond immediately, and Wen Yin seemed not to wait for his reply.
"Tomorrow, I will move out of here and file for divorce in court." After hesitating for a moment, Wen Yin said calmly.
"I don't allow it. In one week, it will be our wedding day. Do you have to do this?"
When Leng Jingtian asked Wen Yin, there was obvious pain in his eyes.
Perhaps, like her, he was suffering from extreme pain.
Emotional matters can only be happy if you and I are willing and love each other. If either party is unwilling, even if they are together temporarily, one day in the future, it will be in vain and they will eventually embark on the road of separation.
"Haha..." She did not reply, but a thick smile appeared on her lips, full of contempt.
"Do not laugh!"
Leng Jingtian growled, her smile made him very unhappy.
"What do you want me to do? You can say it! But divorce... is absolutely impossible! I have told you very innocently before!"
"I won't show up on your wedding day. If you can afford to be embarrassed and can calmly face the media coverage, you can prepare for the wedding."
This time, she would not compromise again, and before she knew it, her face was stained with a thick layer of red, reflecting her anger.
After saying that, she insisted on crossing his body and went upstairs.
Leng Jingtian didn't stop her, but when she saw the injury on Wen Yin's knee, she couldn't control herself and stepped forward to hug her...
Being hugged without warning, Wen Yin exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"Why did your knee hurt?"
She went out alone, but came back like this. Leng Jingtian had a deep suspicion between his brows, and his eyes stared at her for a moment.
"I fell down."
A few words were conveyed lightly.
How could such a big man fall down for no reason? Leng Jingtian was even more confused. He seemed to have a keen sense of something, "Who did you meet?"
"No." She said coldly.
At the same time, Qiu Yi's face flashed in her mind. This person... She didn't think there would be any kind of intersection, so in just a second, Qiu Yi's image quickly flashed out of her mind.
At this time, Leng Jingtian had already brought the medical kit and gently wiped the wound on her knee.
The wound was not too big, but it only hurt the knee, making walking a little inconvenient. Wen Yin reflexively pulled away from her touch, "I'll do it myself."
"Don't move!" Leng Jingtian held her knees steady and inspected her wounds attentively.
After several twists and turns, Wen Yin did not stop him anymore. She accidentally caught a glimpse of his seriousness, and a flash of pain flashed across her chest, and this pain became more and more painful as he became cautious...
This pain...it seemed as if she was becoming more and more sure of her love for him, and it was getting stronger.
Crystal tears fell down. Leng Jingtian looked up and saw the tears in her eyes, "Does it hurt?"
Wen Yin shook her head, but the more she shook her head, the more tears poured down her face.
"It doesn't hurt..."
It doesn't hurt, why are you crying? Leng Jingtian looked at her puzzled.
"Who bullied you?"
After Leng Jingtian bandaged her wound neatly, he hugged her. Wen Yin struggled, but he did not relax. In the end, Wen Yin did not resist, and the two hugged each other quietly.
However, he knew very well that no matter how tightly they hugged each other, the distance between their hearts was vast and boundless.
"Let me go, okay? This way, I can escape the blame of my conscience." Wen Yin's voice became lower and lower, but it was full of pain.
Leng Jingtian said nothing more, but tears also overflowed in her eyes, but she couldn't see it...
For a long time, only the deep hurt flowed between them, "Give me a child." A few words escaped Leng Jingtian's throat, as if he was making the most difficult decision.
Hearing this, Wen Yin's back instantly became stiff.
"A child, in exchange for your freedom." He added, with a gloomy cold look on his face.
From his expression, one could vaguely feel that he felt helpless and confused as if he had fallen into an abyss.
Although he said so, even he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so.
"impossible!"
Wen Yin immediately refused. It was impossible for the child she gave birth to to be given to Leng Jingtian. Moreover, the most important thing was that a small mistake in giving birth had already caused her so much pain. She should not make the same mistake again.
"Then, we will continue like this. As long as I don't sign the divorce agreement for a day, the fact that we are husband and wife cannot be changed, and we will be tied up like this for the rest of our lives."
Even if it is an unharmonious marriage, he can accept it as long as he can see her every day.
She pushed away his arms and looked at him seriously, as if she wanted to see clearly from his eyes whether what he said was true or false...
However, whether he is true or false, she has already made a decision in her heart...
Leng Jingtian's lips gently covered hers, and the cold temperature was not as bold as usual, as if he was afraid of hurting her, so he touched her lightly like never before.
Wen Yin frowned and let him kiss her. Even if it was intimate, it would probably only be this time.
His lips began to move down inch by inch, coming to her tender neck, nibbling at her. The force became stronger every minute, and he could feel the panic deep in his heart.
It seems that he also knows that no matter how hard he forces her, she will eventually leave him as before...
"Wen Yin... I love you. But, I seem to know less and less how I should love you." Leng Jingtian said helplessly, revealing his struggle.
Forcing her to stay with him would only make her suffer more, and he was in a dilemma.
Wen Yin listened to his loving words, and at this moment, she didn't feel how hypocritical he was.
It's just that the word love is easy to say, but in reality, it is extremely heavy. Who can truly interpret its meaning?
***** "President, the information you want is all here, please take a look."
"let it go."
Qiu Yi's cold voice came from the huge space.
The people who came in left after putting down their information bags.
Qiu Yi stared at the paper bag on the table. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to open it. Instead, he hesitated, as if he was afraid of seeing some unexpected information...
How could he be afraid sometimes? Qiu Yi thought about it, with a hint of contempt on his lips.
After a while, he opened the information bag and checked all the news about Wen Yin.
"The chief costume designer of Lishi is very talented and his design style is mainly fresh and ladylike..."
"Unmarried mother, her son died in a car accident a month ago..."
…
Qiu Yi looked at this information and frowned.
She turned out to be an unwed mother? Recalling the situation when I saw her that day, she did not look like a woman who had given birth to a child. Inexplicably, there was a smell of vinegar in my heart.
What kind of man would he be who could get her?
He really couldn't think of what kind of man could be a match for her?
Qiu Yi continued to read. He wanted to see why Wen Yin was imprisoned.
"Jin Caiqi was pushed downstairs from a high-rise building and was imprisoned. It was said that it was a war caused by a love triangle, and there was a big fight..."
"Love triangle?"
Qiuyi repeated these words between her lips.
Who is the one?
He had heard that Jin Caiqi was Leng Jingtian's fiancée, so... this person was Leng Jingtian?
Thinking of this, Qiu Yi's expression quickly changed.
Moreover, the more I think about this matter and analyze it carefully, the more I think it is Leng Jingtian.
At the same time, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes...
"Come in." Qiu Yi pressed the inside line.
Then, the people who came in just now came back again.
"President, what are your orders?" he asked respectfully.
"Watch Leng Jingtian's every move, I want to know all his movements." Qiu Yi said coldly.
"yes."
Qiuyi looked at Wen Yin's photos, pure, intellectual, and capable... Every face was deeply engraved in his mind and could not be removed.
Why did the woman he liked actually have an affair with Leng Jingtian?
An extremely dark look appeared on Qiu Yi's face, and it was impossible to tell what his plans were.