"Happy third wedding anniversary. Go home early. I have prepared a surprise. You will definitely like it."
After sending this text message, Ruan Xingwan put down his phone, went into the kitchen again, turned down the fire on the stove, and went to chop vegetables again, busy happily.
It seemed that this piece of dead news did not affect her mood.
The servant said from the side: "Madam, let me help you."
"No, you are busy with your business. I want to cook a meal for him tonight."
The servant said with envy: "My wife and my husband are really in love."
Ruan Xingwan curled his lips and smiled, but did not answer.
Are she and Zhou Cishen in love?
Rather than talking about love, it is better to say that it is a play on occasion.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Zhou Cishen arrived home, and the servant wisely left.
Ruan Xingwan had just placed the dishes and chopsticks when the warm breath of the man behind her covered her. Her chin was pulled forward and her lips were roughly blocked by the man. She was stunned for a moment and stretched out her hand to push him away.
Zhou Cishen put his arm around her waist, pinched her chin with his long fingers, narrowed his black eyes, and said without any warmth: "Isn't that why you called me back specifically?"
Ruan Xingwan explained softly: "No, today is our third wedding anniversary, and I really have a gift for you."
Zhou Cishen let her go, straightened the slightly wrinkled shirt, and said calmly: "There is no need for a gift. After all, your surprises always make me surprised, not happy."
Ruan Xingwan twitched the corners of his lips, turned around and entered the kitchen without retorting.
Soon, the last dish was served.
Ruan Xingwan sat across from Zhou Cishen, poured red wine into his glass, and then poured some for himself.
She picked up the wine glass: "To celebrate our third wedding anniversary, cheers."
Under the light, the man has handsome features, a sharp and deep jawline, a straight nose, and slightly pursed thin lips, indicating that he is not satisfied with this wedding anniversary dinner for only two people.
Ruan Xingwan smiled, not expecting him to respond to her, so she picked up the red wine glass and drank it all.
After finishing the drink, she poured a second glass.
One cup after another.
Finally, Ruan Xingwan was a little drunk. He lay on the table and looked at the man across from him who had a calm expression. He said in a long voice: "Zhou Cishen, even today, can't you show a smile to me?"
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"What do you want me to do, go crazy with you, or spend this extremely boring anniversary with you?"
"How can it be boring? There are only a few wedding anniversaries in life. Maybe after this one, there won't be another one."
Zhou Cishen chuckled as if he heard some joke: "Will you let it go?"
Ruan Xingwan shook the remaining liquid in the cup, and his eyes were moistened by the soft light: "It should be possible... no."
Zhou Cishen didn't want to waste time with him here, so he got up and went upstairs.
He untied his tie and took off his suit jacket in annoyance. Just as he was about to unbutton his shirt, a pair of soft little hands wrapped around his back, and the overwhelming smell of alcohol followed.
Ruan Xingwan said: "Don't worry, my gift hasn't been delivered yet..."
Zhou Cishen turned around, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at her without saying a word.
Ruan Xingwan's cheeks were flushed, and her twinkling eyes looked at him innocently, making people unable to take their eyes away.
Zhou Cishen's Adam's apple rolled up. Even if he didn't want to admit it, the person in front of him was undoubtedly beautiful and had enough capital to make a man's heart flutter.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been tricked by her in the first place.
Further down, there are lips that have been soaked in red wine, bright red and vivid.
When those small hands got into his shirt, he lifted her chin almost without thinking, pressed his lips to hers, and pried her open.
Ruan Xingwan felt pain and groaned.
When she got to the bed, her eyes were blurred and she was just holding his neck.
The man held her sides with both hands and raised his eyes, as if silently mocking: "Didn't you say you don't want to?"
"Don't you know that women say they don't want to, but they actually do?"
Zhou Cishen sneered, lowered his head and kissed her again.
Ruan Xingwan was especially proactive tonight, biting his lip with her teeth, and the rusty smell of blood filled their lips and teeth.
This kiss is like a game. Whoever wins can dominate the other party.
Just when he was about to reach for the things on the bedside table, Ruan Xingwan said without warning: "Zhou Cishen, let's get a divorce."
The man hanging above her paused: "What did you say?"
Even though Ruan Xingwan knew that he heard clearly, he still repeated clearly: "Let's get a divorce."
Zhou Cishen lost all interest for a moment, stood up slowly, and said in a cold voice: "How much more do you want."
She is always like this, and she uses all kinds of tricks to get money.
"Not a penny."
Ruan Xingwan took out a divorce agreement from under the pillow: "Take a look at it. If there are no problems, you can sign it."
Zhou Cishen's face was gloomy: "Ruan Xingwan, you'd better stop it. I don't have time to play such boring tricks with you."
"Didn't I say that I would give you a surprise tonight? Look, is it a great event that everyone will celebrate?"
Zhou Cishen looked at her expressionlessly, feeling that the smile on her face was a little dazzling for some reason.
Ruan Xingwan smiled: "Zhou Cishen, I wish you a happy divorce."
Zhou Cishen pursed his thin lips, and after a few seconds said: "Are you serious?"
Ruan Xingwan nodded: "How about it? I'm just happy, not surprised."
"Okay, don't regret it."
After Zhou Cishen only left these words, he left without mercy.
The door was closed with a bang.
Ruan Xingwan looked down at the divorce agreement in his hand, which Zhou Cishen had not even looked at, and it took him a long time to twitch his lips before finally raising a smile.
Ruan Xingwan, I also wish you a happy divorce.
That night, Ruan Xingwan packed everything.
And all she had was a suitcase.
She didn't take any of the jewelry, bags, shoes, or clothes that Zhou Cishen bought. After all, he was not willing to give them to her. These superficial things became gaudy as she and Zhou Cishen divorced.
For her, it has no effect at all.
When leaving, Ruan Xingwan looked at the divorce agreement that was placed on the cold coffee table and picked it up.
Passing by the dining room, Ruan Xingwan glanced at the dining table. The tableware in front of Zhou Cishen was clean, bright and untouched at all.
This wedding anniversary is still as unpopular as imagined.
But fortunately, it overlaps with the divorce anniversary.
When Zhou Cishen thinks about it in the future, he might be annoyed and laugh.
This was probably the most satisfying thing she had done in her long marriage.
Sitting in the taxi, Ruan Xingwan looked at the passing scenery outside, and suddenly felt a sense of relief.
After three years of being a fake phoenix as the wife of a wealthy family, she is about to return to her slum.