He came back from Brazil all the way and wanted to see her at first sight, but the first thing she said was divorce. I don't know if this is the biggest irony.
"Divorce? Are you sure?" Xiang Zichen pulled up a chair and sat beside her bed.
"I am extremely sure that our marriage was a mistake from the beginning, and I don't want to make it any longer." Huang Qiao said weakly.
"But Qiaoqiao, don't you think it's too late for you to say this now?" Xiang Zichen said with a wry smile.
"What do you mean?" Huang Qiao looked at Xiang Zichen calmly. At this moment, she realized that she was no longer afraid of him. She thought of New Zealand and her family's immigration, and her heart was filled with hope.
"It's nothing, I won't agree to divorce." Xiang Zichen took out a cigarette, lit it elegantly, and looked at Huang Qiao complicatedly.
"Whether you agree or not, this marriage is finalized. I will sue the court. After six months of separation, our relationship will be automatically terminated." Huang Qiao has obviously thought about this for a long time.
Xiang Zichen was startled for a moment, then smiled: "Qiaoqiao, are you still so cute?"
"You...let me go, there shouldn't be any intersection between us." For some reason, Huang Qiao suddenly felt sad. Why did this man keep pestering her?
"Don't even think about it. Don't expect to leave me. Don't even think about it in this life. Even if you die, you will still be my wife, Xiang Zichen, engraved on the tombstone." Xiang Zichen was suddenly a little angry. He didn't like this feeling.
, this woman desperately wanted to leave him and abandon him.
Is he really that annoying?
"It's up to you." Huang Qiao closed her eyes, not wanting to continue arguing with him.
"Get up and come home with me." Xiang Zichen threw down the half-smoked cigarette and stepped on it twice with his foot.
"Impossible, I won't go back there again." Huang Qiao now feels frightened whenever she thinks of that place.
"What, are you scared? You don't have the face to go back, right? My mother found out about your affair with the psychiatrist, and you got so angry that you tried to commit suicide? It really looked like..." Xiang Zichen suddenly stretched out his arms as he spoke
He put his hand on the wound where she cut her wrist, and instantly, the white gauze was stained with blood.
The sudden pain made her heart clench into a ball. She did not scream, but her face suddenly turned pale, and the whereabouts of sweat beads were clearly visible.
He suddenly realized that these reactions were all human instincts and could not be faked...
He let go of his hand and eagerly opened the gauze wrapped around her wound, going round and round, and finally saw the wound...
At that moment, he felt his heart trembling. Such a deep wound could clearly have been caused by someone who wanted to die. He believed that if he had pretended to commit suicide, he would never have been able to do so harshly.
A hideous wound suddenly appeared before his eyes. Since there was no gauze to wrap it, blood burst out again unbridled. The wound was as deep as a chasm, with the flesh on both sides turned out, which was shocking to anyone who saw it.
There were six centimeters of wounds all over the entire wrist. Xiang Zichen felt as if there were countless bugs biting him in his heart.
He carefully raised her arm and asked, "Why do you do that?"