It has been three years since I left the country on the second day of my wedding to when I came back now.
She was able to come back this time because her mother was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer.
After three years of marriage, he sent her abroad on the pretext of letting her continue her studies. In fact, he was just afraid that she would disturb his and his Bai Yueguang world.
At night, she accompanied her parents-in-law and the old lady to have dinner at the old house, and then returned to the wedding room where they had never lived.
The once arrogant little princess has already put away her sharp claws.
When she came back from this trip, she had a strong feeling that it was time for them to end their nominal relationship!
He came back from the outside, wearing a neat black suit, with a message about keeping strangers away from his body.
He is a perfectionist!
He is also a severe mysophobia patient!
Zhuo Jian stood far away by the window. Every time he took a step closer, her heartbeat would speed up!
Three years later, he became even more handsome and impressive.
He only walked to the sofa and then stopped, loosening his tie and sitting down.
She lowered her eyes in despair.
"Have you met your mother-in-law?"
He asked her calmly, but did not raise his eyes to look at her.
Zhuo Jian habitually placed his hands behind his back, like a good baby and a quiet subordinate, and nodded: "Yes!"
"Look at this."
He suddenly leaned forward, took out a document from the drawer under the table and placed it on the table.
Zhuo Jian just glanced at it and knew that his idea had been verified.
Not long ago, she saw news on the Internet about him and Bai Yueguang going to get engaged, and the two of them had a secret marriage.
She walked over, picked up the document, and opened it to read.
The five large characters in the divorce agreement were clearly displayed in front of my eyes.
She was glad that she had made preparations and smiled slightly: "I agree."
Fu Yanye looked at her with breathtaking eyes, "Sit down and talk."
Zhuo Jian then sat down on the single sofa diagonally opposite him.
He drank and seemed to be in a bad mood, so he pulled his tie again.
Zhuo Jian read the divorce agreement silently with the intention of trying not to express any uncomfortable feeling.
He also gave her two properties, which was considered a good thing for her.
After reading it, Zhuo Jian asked him with a smile: "Do you have a pen?"
"Um?"
He listened slightly, as if he didn't hear her words clearly.
"Sign."
Zhuo Jian always answered him with a gentle smile.
Fu Yanye stared at her with dark eyes for a long time, then bent down to open the drawer and get a pen for her.
She wrote her name under the agreement without any hesitation, "Okay."
"Ruxiang's body can no longer hold on, and she wants a perfect ending."
Fu Yanye suddenly explained.
Zhuo Jian's hand holding the pen tightened, and her heart ached again.
He can sacrifice everything for that woman.
"Understandable."
Zhuo Jian nodded sensibly.
Fu Yanye was silent for a moment, and he didn't take it until she handed the agreement to him, but when he was about to sign it, he raised his eyes to look at her again: "You can ask for anything, and I will try my best to satisfy it."
you!"
"I'm very satisfied with this. I also want to thank you for paying my mother's medical expenses."
Zhuo Jian answered him.
Fu Yanye felt like he was suffocating. He lowered his head and saw her beautiful handwriting at the bottom of the agreement. He suddenly put the agreement aside in annoyance: "You meet with Ruxiang tomorrow!"
Seeing that he put the agreement aside without signing it, Zhuo Jian lowered her eyebrows and agreed: "Okay!"
"If she asks you if there is anyone you like, just say yes!"
"good!"
"It's about making her believe and making her happy!"
He said!
"good!"
Zhuo Jian responded numbly, and couldn't help but look at the agreement beside him.
At that moment she had a ridiculous thought, or was he also reluctant to part with this marriage?
"Can you put the bath water in for me?"
He suddenly asked coldly.
Zhuo Jian was surprised at first, but then she finally realized the indifference on his face when she saw the indifference on his face. She lowered her long eyelashes to hide the blur in her eyes, got up and went upstairs to put the bath water for him.
She couldn't help laughing at herself, what on earth were she thinking about?
All he can think about is that woman, not you!
Walking into the dark upstairs, I warned myself over and over again to be rational and collect my emotions before opening the door.
Except for the wedding night, this was the second time she entered this bedroom.
I don’t know why, but I feel a sense of taboo about breaking into other people’s world.
But inside, the decoration is as simple as downstairs, with white walls, black floors, a bed, bedside table, sofa, and nothing else.
On their wedding night, he slept on that sofa and spent the night, which was also the only night they spent alone.
She went into the bathroom and filled the bath water for him.
Suddenly, I remembered what my seriously ill mother said to her in the hospital during the day: "I'm afraid he wants a divorce. He only thinks about his Bai Yueguang. Why doesn't he think about you, a married woman?"
How difficult would it be for a child to remarry?"
She didn't think about remarriage at all, she just felt bad that she would never be able to be with his name again.
Zhuo Jian sat on the edge of the bathtub, gently teasing the warm water in it with her hands. She thought of him sitting in front of her three years ago. At that time, her father had just committed suicide due to fear of crime, and her mother was diagnosed with cancer and needed help.
.....
"Ok?"
Suddenly there was a cold voice behind her, and she turned around reflexively, but unexpectedly her hand slipped and she fell into the bathtub that had just been filled with hot water.
...
Suddenly, an awkward atmosphere condensed in the space.
Zhuo Jian was wearing black leggings and a white shirt, all of which were soaked, especially her upper body, which was looming.
He could see the black underwear inside her.
He had a mysophobia, and she didn't need to look at her to know how disgusted and disgusting he was at this moment, and he even wanted to change the bathtub and bathroom.
While Zhuo Jian quickly got up from the bathtub, she was thankful that the tears on her face had submerged into the water just now, retaining her last bit of self-esteem. She hugged herself and stood beside her, humbly apologizing: "Yes! I'm sorry!
"
Fu Yanye didn't come close and just said lightly: "Go and change!"
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and walked out, turning sideways to avoid him when he reached the door.
But when she touched the water, the perfume she wore on her body seemed to evaporate, making him stagnate unconsciously.
Zhuo Jian went downstairs, opened her suitcase, and hurriedly found her clothes. She looked at several rooms on the first floor, ran into one and changed.
Fu Yanye walked to a place a little distance away from the bathtub and stood outside the splashing water.
He won't step in, he just stares into the bathtub for a long time.
She thought he must be angry. For someone with severe mysophobia, he would never allow anyone to dirty his bathroom. But when she finished changing her clothes and hurried up to clean up for him, she found that he was undressing.
Zhuo Jian was stunned for two seconds, then immediately turned around and stood outside the door.
Fu Yanye leaned against the wall and took off his pants, taking them out casually: "Put them up for me."
Zhuo Jian looked awkwardly at the clothes with a belt hanging in front of her, and took them hesitantly.
"Want to continue reading?"
Another question came from behind.
Zhuo Jian quickly took his shirt again, then turned around and ran away.
Fu Yanye suddenly groaned and didn't close the door as usual. He just walked under the showerhead and turned on the water.
Zhuo Jian folded his clothes and placed them beside the bed, then went downstairs.
He was probably going to stay here tonight. When she was thinking about whether she should sleep here or go to a hotel, her phone suddenly rang. She went to pick it up: "Hello?"
"You're not leaving this time, are you?"
Over there are greetings from friends.
"Well! I probably won't be able to leave for the time being."
"I still need someone here, how about you come over and help me for a while?"
The friend said again.
Zhuo Jian thought of her current situation and agreed without any surprise: "Okay."
"Fu Yanye is going to marry Ruxiang, did you know?"
The friend suddenly changed the topic again.
"Well, he said it."
Zhuo Jian strolled to the window with her cell phone in hand, leaned against the window lattice unconsciously and looked out into the darkness.