He is also proud.
He put all his pride and self-esteem that he had lost for her into Yan Nian's next answer.
Yan Nian shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, as if he was talking about the weather in a casual manner.
"Men have needs. I know that. I've said it before. I don't mind if you look for women outside, as long as they don't get pregnant with your child. ... Of course, if you get pregnant, you will get pregnant. Do you want a divorce?" It’s all up to you, I don’t care.”
It's up to you whether you want a divorce or not, I don't care.
Her brisk words were like sharp blades, etching into his heart one by one.
Jiang Beiyuan's fists suddenly clenched tightly, and the bulging veins on his forehead revealed his sullenness.
"What do you think of marriage?!"
His anger made Yan Nian dazed for a moment.
Then, he pulled his lips and smiled.
“Is this what you said you wanted to talk to me about today
Then let me answer you, in my eyes, marriage is just two people living together, why are you so serious? Okay, okay, take this money quickly, I asked He Huaiguang to borrow it—"
Seeing that Jiang Beiyuan was unmoved, Yan Nian became anxious and wanted to stuff the card into his pocket.
He took the first step and grabbed his wrist and pulled it hard to the wall on the side.
Her back was against the wall.
What met his eyes was his sharp eyes.
This was not the first time Yan Nian saw the coldness in Jiang Beiyuan's eyes.
However, this was the first time that he faced her with this coldness.
From her angle, she could see Jiang Beiyuan's tight jaw line and the bulging veins on the back of the hand holding her wrist.
A heart-piercing pain came from my wrist, seeping in little by little...
My heart felt as if it had been suddenly scratched by a razor blade. Although there was no bleeding, it was already starting to hurt.
Until he suddenly let go of her.
She saw him straighten up and looked lonely, and heard his every word -
"I want to be nice to you, but you don't care about me because you have never regarded me as your real husband."
"boom!"
The door slammed loudly, and he was next door.
The slender figure disappeared from sight, Yan Nian's eyes moved slightly, then he calmly returned to his room and closed the door.
She leaned against the door, feeling exhausted, and slowly slid down the door panel...
It was extremely quiet.
It was so quiet that she wanted to block her ears and escape from this suffocating place.
Why did things develop like this
She glanced sideways, looked at the wall next door, and smiled...
Tears streamed down...
"What do you mean I haven't regarded you as my real husband? Have you regarded me as your real wife?"
"You said it yourself, I look like your ex-girlfriend..."
"What are you doing now? You say you are so noble and sanctimonious. Haha, do I owe your whole family?"
"Jiang Beiyuan, you are just a bastard. I really don't want to care about you anymore..."
As he spoke, he raised his hands to cover his eyes.
It seems that if you do this, the tears will not flow.
The tears flowed hotly into her heart, making her heart wet and pounding, as if it was raining, making her breathless, and she didn't know when the weather would clear up.
Obviously two people are under the same roof, so close to each other, but the distance between the two walls in two different rooms is like an insurmountable ditch. Two people who are each angry and sad, no one wants to take the lead. Break down that wall.
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(End of chapter)