Fu Yanye walked to her and stopped. Seeing that she didn't want to look at him, he didn't get angry. He just glanced at the back of her neck, then took off his coat and put it on her directly from behind, "Alright?
Do you want to sit a little longer?"
A warmth enveloped the back of Zhuo Jian's neck, and her throat moved unconsciously, but she still didn't speak to him while looking down at her hand.
Fu Yanye sat down next to her and reached out to hold her hand.
When Zhuo Jian saw it, he immediately wanted to break away, but he held her hand tightly.
"Your hands are so cold, let me warm them up for you."
Fu Yanye explained, holding her hand forcefully.
Zhuo Jian still wanted to take her hand away from his palm, but Fu Yanye simply pressed her into his arms and locked her, "I know what you are thinking, but Zhuo Jian, it's impossible."
There was restraint, forbearance, and irresistibility in his voice.
He wanted to reconcile with her, and he knew it was difficult, but he really didn't want her to push him away again.
Zhuo Jian pushed him hard and remained silent.
"Zhuo Jian."
He reluctantly called her, put her arms under his own, and held her tightly.
Zhuo Jian was hugged so hard that she couldn't breathe, so she finally asked him: "What will it take for you to let me go?"
"Never in this life."
Fu Yanye glanced down at her and saw that her eyes were full of hatred and determination to break up with him. He hugged her tightly in his arms again, looking at the place where the sunset set with his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian was so tired from being trapped by him that she stopped moving and lay facelessly on his chest. Later, when the sun set completely, Fu Yanye picked her up from the chair, hugged her sideways and left.
Chang Xia, Yuan Man and Wang Rui were further away from them this time, watching them enter the elevator and then use another elevator to go upstairs.
Zhuo Jian was in his arms without any hope.
She thought, maybe they should stop suppressing themselves.
They want to make a break.
She was worried, and when she arrived in the room, she looked at him even more indifferently.
Fu Yanye squatted in front of her, held her hand to warm it, and said to her, "I'll let someone come and give you a physical therapy later."
"I slept with Sheng Xin."
Zhuo Jian looked at him. What he didn't say last night was finally said today.
"..."
Fu Yanye was silent, staring straight at her with his dark, deep eyes.
"I slept with Sheng Xin."
She repeated it again, still so lightly.
"Zhuo Jian."
Fu Yanye still held her hand, his thin lips slightly parted.
"Although the child is yours, Sheng Xin and I have slept together."
"You have to do this?"
Fu Yanye couldn't stand listening, and looked at her with dark eyes and asked.
"It was raining that night, so I took the initiative to go to his room."
"..."
"I hate you, I hate you so much that I want to take revenge on you, and that is the most direct and fastest way I can think of."
Zhuo Jian continued speaking stubbornly, with determination still in his eyes.
"In order to separate from me, you can't even do this..."
"You have to believe that I can really do such a thing, just like I really believe that you will find a stepmother for Chengcheng. Fu Yanye, you refuse to let me go, do you think we can go back to the past?
No more, what you want is nothing more than family harmony in the eyes of outsiders, but that is what you want, not what I, Zhuo Jian, want, what I want is to leave."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and didn't speak again for a long time.