Eighteen years ago, Chu He and Zhuge Hongyu met. He was eight years old and she was six.
Ten years later, on the eve of Chuhe joining the army, he and Zhuge Hongyu were engaged. They agreed to get married four years later.
Four years later, he did not come. She used military marriage as an excuse and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau alone to obtain a certificate. She and Chu He became legally married.
After eight years of separation, he came back. What awaited him was a divorce agreement.
He doesn't blame her.
After waiting for eight years and wasting the best eight years of youth for a woman, Chu He had no confidence to complain.
Chu He tried to keep himself calm. After signing the divorce agreement, he took off the engagement ring from the middle finger of his left hand, handed it to the woman and said, "This ring was given by her. Help me return it to her."
"No need." The woman took back the agreement and shook her head in refusal.
"Now that we're divorced, it's better to come clean." Chu He glanced at the handsome young man next to him. "Don't delay her future."
The woman frowned slightly and took the ring after a slight hesitation. But soon, she summoned a servant and said in a clear voice: "As the eldest lady ordered, since Mr. Chu doesn't want it, throw it into the toilet and flush it."
The servant took the ring and walked to the nearest bathroom.
Chu He's body leaned forward slightly. The corners of his lips squirmed slightly. He finally held back.
The woman stared at Chu He with a slightly strange expression, and said calmly: "Mr. Chu, you have nothing to do with the Zhuge family anymore."
Chu He gradually came back to his senses, a little inexplicably.
Seeing that he failed to understand, the woman stretched out a delicate hand and said without emotion: "Please leave."
Chuhe suddenly realized.
Yes. Now that we are gone, what kind of dignity do we have left here?
He was about to turn around and leave. A slightly frivolous young man next to him stepped forward and asked the woman, "Sister Feifei. I don't quite understand what Miss Zhuge means."
"How do you not understand, Mr. Zhang?" the cold and arrogant woman called Sister Feifei asked in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.
"Before I came, Miss Zhuge was still a married woman." Mr. Zhang frowned deeply and said. "Then why do you invite me? Or should we say - us?"
"Today is the eldest lady's birthday. My original intention was to get together with you all. It's just that the eldest lady had something urgent to deal with, so she flew to New York. For this, the eldest lady asked me to apologize to everyone." Sister Feifei continued. "Also, wait.
When the eldest lady comes back, she will personally host a banquet to express her apology to everyone. Of course, if there is any misunderstanding among you, please forgive me."
Even the personal assistant is so tough. This shows what kind of person Miss Zhuge is.
Na Zhang was relieved to see Sister Feifei explain like this, but he still felt sulky as if he was being treated as a gunman.
After thinking about it, Mr. Zhang, who was not stupid, suddenly realized.
Is it possible that the main purpose of inviting oneself and a group of people to come is to slap that handsome man in the face? The divorce was carried out in private without any fanfare and was witnessed by a group of first-tier young men from Yanjing. Who would not be embarrassed, angry, and embarrassed?
However, looking at this guy's performance, except for a hint of sadness on his face when he signed, his overall performance was quite calm and calm. I don't know if he was stunned by the cruel facts, or because he was emotionally discordant and knew that divorce would be a matter of time.
"call--"
Fu Qing, who was rolling on the ground, stood up quickly, pushed away the Zhuge servant who was supporting him, walked towards the inner floor, touched his slightly swollen handsome cheek, and said: "Sister Feifei, then we can't see Miss Zhuge today.
Is it okay to have dinner?"
A smile appeared on Sister Feifei's delicate face, as if she knew Fu Qing, and she nodded gently: "That's natural. Mr. Fu, why don't you go and rest for a while, I will arrange for the doctor from the Zhuge family to treat your wound until dinner time.
Call you again."
"No need." Fu Qing waved her hand and said openly, "Sister Feifei, please go and get busy. My bumps and bruises are not a problem."
Sister Feifei smiled and nodded, her eyes falling on Chu He who was alone.
"I'll leave now." Chu He smiled slightly, successfully hiding the sadness in his eyes.
He turned around and walked out of the hall. Fu Qing followed behind him, with the attitude of a villain who must retaliate for his anger.
"Do you want another beating?" Chu He left the main building and stopped on an empty lawn.
In early autumn, the gentle breeze blowing is like a lover's catkin, which is extremely comfortable to touch on the cheek. Coupled with the exquisite surrounding environment, it makes people feel relaxed and happy.
But Chu He had just gotten divorced and was still kicked out of the house by his wife. No matter how broad-minded he was, he couldn't keep his heart calm.
Looking directly at Fu Qing, Chu He said word by word: "I lost the lawn under my feet. I lost the helipad and helicopter in the backyard of the main villa. I even lost the luxurious swimming pool covering several acres of land. According to the market price, this
The manor, which is not defined as a villa, is conservatively valued at one billion. Zhuge Hongyu has the aura of being the most beautiful woman in the north. And not long ago, she kicked me out of the house with a divorce letter."
"Do you know how I feel now?"
"Do you know that if you follow me again, I will bury you under that locust tree?"
"Don't you want to yell at the Zhuge family, 'Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty'?" Fu Qingyi asked righteously.
"——" Chu He's eyes twitched, unable to hide the urge to kill and bury corpses.
"Ha. Don't be excited." Fu Qing said meaningfully. "Zhuge Hongyu has been waiting for you for eight years. During this period, Hongxing did not go out. Instead, she endured loneliness and waited for you to come back and slap her in the face. It shows how much she was squeezed in her heart.
Resentment. Only with love can there be hatred. Believe me, she treated you so cruelly. It proves that she once loved you deeply."
"Why does it sound so harsh to me?" Chu He narrowed his eyes.
"Because I want you to know how much she hates you. Because I want you to give up on this idea. Because -" Fu Qing quickly stepped back, cleverly avoiding Chu He's sharp kick. "There is no one else in this world except me, Fu."
Qing, no one is worthy of Zhuge Hongyu!"
Fu Qing left.
Chu He smiled bitterly.
She was so outstanding, but she had no hesitation in getting the certificate alone.
Eight years.
She waited for eight full years.
Maybe, she is really tired.
She blamed Chuhe. She hated Chuhe. Chuhe had nothing to say.
I just hope that she can live happily.
Taking one last look back at the familiar but increasingly unfamiliar manor, Chu He turned and left.
As soon as I walked out of the door, my phone beeped.
Chu He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was an unknown number.
The call was connected. He whispered in his ear.
The microphone is extremely quiet. No sound can be heard.
Chu He also waited patiently. Anyway, walking out of this wealthy area would be a protracted battle even with his strong legs.
After a long, long time, an inaudible breathing sound came from the microphone.
Even though he only heard this slight sound, Chu He still stopped uncontrollably. A trace of tenderness appeared on his handsome face, and he whispered: "Is it you?"
There was another long silence on the other side of the phone before he responded: "Yeah."
Chu He smiled.
The smile was gentle and loving. The smile was full of love and affection: "How have you been these past years?"
"Not bad."
Both sides fell silent.
Eight years.
The two got engaged eight years ago. After that, they didn't see each other for eight years.
She became the supreme queen of Yanjing and even the north. She was admired by the world and had thousands of admirers.
But he became a nameless loser who was even dismissed from the army.
Eight years have passed, no matter how passionate the love was back then, it has been cut off with a piece of divorce agreement. There is a big mountain in the middle that even Foolish Old Man cannot move away.
From then on, they lived in two worlds with little overlap.
"Even if you are divorced, you should have a break-up meal, right?" Chu He pretended to be relaxed. "At most, I'll treat you."
There was still silence on the other side of the phone.
Depressingly silent.
"No time."
Finally I have the answer. But the answer is not satisfying.
Chu He took out the cigarette case and picked up one. He quickly threw it on the ground and stepped on it with his feet.
"Your father is in trouble."
Just when Chu He was about to speak, he was interrupted by the other party.
"Where is he?" Chu He asked.
Whoosh!
A black Mercedes-Benz suddenly appeared and stopped beside him.
Chu He glanced at the car that picked him up in astonishment and held the phone tightly: "Have you been taking care of him all these years?"
Click.
A blind tone came from the other side of the phone.
Chu He held the phone in a daze and put it into his pocket for a long time. He opened the car door and got into the car, unable to see his face clearly.
After getting into the car, when Chu He raised his head again, he threw a cigarette into his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath of the smoke that he had not tasted in eight years. He smiled at the driver and said: "Drive."
