"What if... I want to divorce you?"
The cold wind from outside the window penetrated through the gap in the window, gently picking up the long black hair of the frail woman on the hospital bed. Black hair swayed on her thin shoulders like a smudge of algae falling into a glacial lake.
Nanyang bit his tongue, which was already dripping with blood, only then did he resist the urge to vomit from the blood in his throat. Her right hand that was propped on the bed began to tremble so badly that her whole body was trembling non-stop, implicated in the severe pain in her left chest, and the pain made her unable to speak for a while.
After a long time, her eyes were full of water, and she finally hummed a heavy and helpless smile through her nose, and her voice was hoarse:
"Okay, I... go to draw up the divorce agreement."
Her expression was so serious that she didn't mean to perfunctory comfort or joke at all.
Zhu Qinghuan didn't want to really get a divorce. She is just testing, testing whether she is really like what she said, "As long as you can be happy, I don't care if you love me or not", she has already tested the result she wants. What Nanyang said was true, she would really let go of all her obsessions to respect her own wishes.
She suddenly felt that she had fallen a bit, but she still did not dare to take the last step, she was afraid, she thought of the pink water glass again, the joy when she accepted it, and the disappointment when she returned it with her own hands.
Why is Nanyang so kind to her, yet she still can't open her heart
Zhu Qinghuan hated herself. Although she was forced to get married, didn't she acquiesce to anything by now? During these days, Nanyang never forced himself to do anything. She doesn't force herself to go to bed with her, nor does she force herself to accompany the wine at the rich man's table. On the contrary, she loves her, protects her, and cares for her with all her heart. It's not that she didn't want to try with her, but she couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart. She was hesitant and indecisive, so she let this marriage torture herself and Nanyang.
She is not good enough, she has low self-esteem. She is not as rich as Nanyang, nor as good-looking as Nanyang, she is nothing compared to her. Nanyang is a perfect person. There are a lot of women waiting for her to choose. She doesn't know why Nanyang likes her, and because she doesn't know, she doesn't dare to respond. She is not worthy of her, what she resents, what she despises, she is the only one from beginning to end.
Nanyang picked up the mobile phone beside her, and she didn't know who to call. The light from the screen reflected on her pale side face, outlining the long eyelashes on that side.
Her voice was light and low, like the desolate night outside the window:
"Hey, Chen Lu... um, I'm sorry. Help me get a divorce..."
Zhu Qinghuan suddenly stepped forward, pinched the phone's microphone, looked at Nanyang with tears on his face, shook his head vigorously, and said with a crying voice:
"No... don't divorce... no, don't divorce me... "
Nanyang raised his eyes and looked at her in surprise.
"I'm not really trying to divorce you, I'm just... I'm just... "
just asking? Just testing
The last time she was on ktv, she tested Nanyang's tolerance like this, and now she is testing Nanyang's reaction to divorce equally badly. How many times does she want to hurt Nanyang with this boring temptation? Could it be that looking at her dejected appearance every time, did she feel satisfied that this could prove her love for him
Do you deserve the sense of security that comes from this
Nanyang looked at Qing Huan who was stubbornly holding his microphone, and suddenly understood what was in her head, and felt a little softer, realizing that he had misunderstood one of her jokes.
Qing Huan just said it, and probably didn't expect that she would contact a lawyer. Blame her for being too serious, not taking a close look at Qing Huan's expression when she said this, and not trying to figure out her true thoughts, so recklessly, she really wanted a lawyer to get a divorce.
She knew that Qing Huan had been living under the control of Mei Zhongli for more than ten years, and for various reasons, she had to wrap herself with a gentle thorn. She didn't know how to be nice to her, so that Qing Huan could open her heart wall, but the time was still very long, and the most important thing she didn't spare was time.
Three thousand years ago, they were masters and apprentices. When Qinghuan fell in love with her, she also avoided it again and again because she couldn't pass the test in her heart. It was Qinghuan who stayed by her side for more than ten years, taking care of her gently and never giving up. , and finally coughed blood and knelt down in the Kunlun snow to beg her. After kneeling for a day and a night, she almost lost her life there. Only then did she begin to face her feelings. She was so patient with herself back then, but now, she should be patiently waiting for her.
Everything can be done slowly, as long as she is still by her side, she will no longer have extravagant demands.
Nanyang hung up the phone, put the phone aside, and stretched out his arms to hug Qing Huan, who was crying miserably at this time.
But halfway up her arm, she held back and asked first:
"can I hug you?"
She is sometimes rigid to the point of being rigid, and it is clear that she can be presumptuous in certain situations. But Nanyang has an air of decency in her bones. The two words she said the most before were "nonsense" and "presumptuous". Obviously, since she often reprimanded her disciples like this, she would definitely not allow herself to go Nonsense and presumptuous, especially when facing Qinghuan who has no memory.
But she didn't think about it, a girl who was crying softly, even if she really wanted her to be hugged in her heart, how could she be so embarrassed to say it.
Zhu Qinghuan just lowered her head and cried without saying a word.
Without permission, Nan Yang leaned back on the bed again, and the corners of his lips curled helplessly: "The next time you joke with me, don't be so serious, I will take it seriously."
Zhu Qinghuan buried her head, choked and said, "I'm sorry, it's all, it's all my fault."
"It's okay, it's normal for husband and wife to joke around." Nan Yang forgave her so easily, with the familiar tenderness between his brows and eyes, "I don't blame you, it's me who is confused. You can't make trouble with me in the future. Be a little bit temperamental, when it comes to divorce, I will draw up a divorce agreement every time."
"… "
Wouldn't Nanyang be angry? Is this a real person
The atmosphere was a little dignified, although Nanyang wanted to ease up, but Zhu Qinghuan was still very depressed. Nanyang tilted his head, quietly swallowed the bitten blood in his mouth, and changed the subject: "I just came out of the hotel, was it photographed by a reporter?"
"… Seems to be."
"Have you read Weibo? Have my photos been leaked?"
"I don't know, haven't… haven't had time to watch."
Nanyang snorted and patted the side of his bed: "Come and sit, keep standing, your feet will hurt."
Zhu Qinghuan didn't move. Standing there for a while, watching Nanyang pick up his phone and looking at it, he walked over gently and sat on the edge of the bed a little.
The moment Nanyang opened the hot search on Weibo, his face turned blue.
List of words: I wish Qing Huan domestic violence. It is also followed by a small red "boiling".
Going in a little bit, the whole article is full of herself lying on a stretcher and bleeding from her nose. Because there was so much bleeding, most of the shirt was covered in blood, which easily gave people the illusion that she had suffered other serious injuries.
The comments have already exploded, and they have accused Zhu Qinghuan. I don't know how hard this is, and it can bring so much nosebleed to Boss Nan. I wish that some fans of Qinghuan have turned their fans around, and even turned their fans into black. 南泱自从上次上过一次热搜后，积累了不错的路人缘，给大家留下了疼爱老婆的霸道总裁印象，这一下子被揍得鼻血横流，大家不约而同表示心疼，“南老板太可怜"I wish you a scumbag girl", "Hurt the feelings of boss Nan", "Reject domestic violence, domestic violence is shameful", "Divorce and divorce, divorce quickly"...
Nanyang: "..."
Zhu Qinghuan: "… "
Domestic violence? ?
Where is this going
Did she abuse Nanyang with booze
The friend request kept popping up on the top of the phone. Nanyang clicked in and found out that it was Sun Xuxue who had been deleted by him before, so he passed her addition. Just after adding it, Sun Xuxue sent a long paragraph:
"Old Ancestor, don't look at Weibo, we have already contacted Xiaotian Entertainment to jointly control it, and it will be suppressed early tomorrow morning. The clarification has been sent to ten million-level fans' marketing accounts, and Mrs. Mei is also following that. Keep communicating, and this entry should be taken down in a while. Take a good rest and look good. Just show your face in front of the interview tomorrow and say a few words, and things will be clear. Don't worry, it's not a big problem, you Just stay in the room with Zhuzhu, I won't go in to disturb you, I'm sorry to say a lot of nonsense, you can continue your business after reading it [hee hee] [hee hee] [hee hee]"
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Nan Yang's face sank, his fingers clenched slightly.
Zhu Qinghuan glanced at her screen secretly, a little puzzled: "Ancestor? What does she call you... Ancestor?"
Nanyang lied without changing his face: "The nickname they gave me."
"Why is it called this?" A bit old.
Nanyang raised his eyes and hooked his lips, "Because they said, I look like a fairy."
After Zhu Qinghuan listened, she couldn't help but hold back a shallow smile, tears still hanging on her face.
"Did you laugh?" Nanyang made Qinghuan laugh at his own bad joke, and couldn't help laughing a little deeper. He picked up a tissue and put it in Qinghuan's hand, so that she could wipe away her tears, "Just laugh, Don't be unhappy."
"I didn't, I just..."
"Are you sleepy?" Nanyang noticed the bloodshot in her eyes. She was busy filming during the day, taking care of her drunken self in the afternoon, and running around the hospital at night. Hotel, have a good night's sleep."
Zhu Qinghuan was silent for a long time, then shook his head: "I'm here to accompany you."
"You have to film tomorrow, how can you rest here well." Nan Yang picked up the phone, "I asked them to take you off."
Zhu Qinghuan shook his head stubbornly: "I won't go back."
Nanyang stared at her soft and watery eyes for a while, and said, "Then I'll go back with you, okay?"
Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the needle being infused on the back of Nanyang's hand.
"I'm fine now, but it's just a little nosebleed, it's not serious." Nanyang pressed the bedside call, "I'll call the nurse to pull the needle out for me, and I'll drive you back when I'm done."
"But… "
"Okay, if you delay for a while, you will fall asleep again." Nan Yang looked a little helpless, "My hand is not very convenient today, I can't hold you, let's go back together before you fall asleep, okay? ?"
Zhu Qinghuan looked at her, stayed for a while, and finally nodded with a blushing face.
Nanyang really said a lot tonight.
She felt that Nanyang said more tonight than all the previous days combined.
Nanyang doesn't like to talk, and she doesn't like to use the words "ba", "ah" and "what" when she speaks. She knows it. But when Nan Yang noticed that she was in a bad mood, he would endure the physical discomfort and force himself to say so many sentences in a soft tone, just to make himself smile.
Zhu Qinghuan resisted the soreness in his eyes, so as not to let the tears fall again.
How could she really want to divorce her