Ye Mi didn't say a word along the way, just staring out the window quietly. Under the night sky, the lights of C City were bright and colorful, but in her eyes, they were completely colorless. The fast speed of the car made the scenery on both sides reflect the neon lights and draw mottled images on the window glass. Ye Mi's heart suddenly felt unsettled. After careful calculation, Qiao Yan's birthday was less than three months away, and they had known each other for three years. She had worked hard to plan the relationship for three years, but today it had only developed to this point. She began to wonder if she had been daydreaming from beginning to end.
Qiao Yan pursed his lips tightly and glanced at the person next to him in the rearview mirror from time to time. She was always noisy and talkative, but at this moment, her silence made him very uneasy.
When they got home, Ye Mi got out of the car and left, but Qiao Yan stopped her and asked, "Did you get your things?"
Ye Mi was stunned for a moment, "Oh!" Then she got out of the car and carried two bags from the back and went into the building. Qiao Yan looked at her from behind and was a little puzzled. There were clearly three bags, so how come there were only two left? However, seeing that she looked absent-minded, he didn't dare to ask directly. When Ye Mi got home, she carried the things upstairs. Qiao Yan finally couldn't help but said, "Stop!"
Ye Mi was stunned for a moment, then stood there obediently looking at him.
"Why are you throwing a tantrum? I tell you, I'm very angry now." He threw the file bag on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa angrily.
Ye Mi looked at him straight, her expression became gloomy for a moment, she lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry!" Then she turned around and quickly walked back to the room.
Qiao Yan's heart suddenly twitched. He looked up in astonishment and watched her walk into the room. When the door slammed shut, the sound was very light, but it made his whole body tremble. His heart became empty and uncomfortable. He gritted his teeth and said, "You damn girl, you are getting more and more tormenting." He took the file bag and went to his study.
Qiao Yan wanted to review the test papers for the mechanical exam next week, but he couldn't help but log into QQ when he turned on his computer. Seeing that the Pure Friendship avatar was gray, he suddenly lost interest. He irritably typed on the keyboard, and finally stood up, opened the door, and went to Ye Mi's room.
He was furious, and without knocking, he went in through the door, "You damn girl, where are the shoes I gave you? You..."
Ye Mi was sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to him. When he yelled, Ye Mi turned around and frightened Qiao Yan back to her stomach. Her face was thickly powdered, her face was pale, and her eyelids were painted with various colors of eye shadow, one layer after another. When she blinked, it seemed that the powder fell down. Her mouth was painted red, just like the legendary bloody mouth.
He stared blankly for a while, then couldn't help but lie on his back on her bed and burst into laughter. Everything is about technique, just like makeup, if you can turn a ghost into a human, you can also turn a human into a ghost. He began to regret buying her those red and green things.
Ye Mi glanced at him, turned around and continued to draw, and soon drew two red bags on her face, "What are you laughing at? I just wasted my money. I am willing to do this, but money can't buy it. I am using this to vent my anger. Are you looking for your shoes? They were given to the designated second young lady in your family. You can go and see." There was obviously resentment in her words. She had been free and easy all her life. Since she met Qiao Yan, she probably suffered all the grievances she would suffer in this life.
Qiao Yan's laughter stopped abruptly. He stood up suddenly, held her shoulders and turned her around, forcing her to look at him, "Why did you go to see her?"
Ye Mi's mouth twitched, revealing a bitter smile. She raised her eyebrows, "What do you want to say now? Are you addicted to being scolded?" She threw the brush in her hand casually on the dressing table, "Do you think I can really pretend that I didn't hear anything when people say something about me, and that I can really not care at all when someone gives me a check to get rid of me?"
Qiao Yan let go of his hand, and the anger on his face was replaced by guilt in an instant. He frowned slightly, looked at Ye Mi and turned away, and took a quick deep breath. He slowly squatted down, gently embraced the person in his arms, and supported her head against his shoulder, "I'm sorry, I always make you feel wronged, cry if you feel uncomfortable, don't hold it in your heart."
Ye Mi pressed her eyes against his shoulder, trying hard not to cry.
Qiao Yan felt a slight chill on her shoulder, and a photo she saw today suddenly emerged in her mind. She was lying on He Qingwen's shoulder like this.
Qiao Yan's heart suddenly ached as if stabbed by needles. He tightened his arms and hugged her tightly, tightly and tightly, fearing that there would be the slightest discomfort. "Cry, don't hold it in. It makes me sad."
His voice was very light, but it hit Ye Mi's heart again and again. She clenched her fists and rubbed Qiao Yan's back in rhythm, but she refused to look up. "I won't cry. I won't cry even if I die. I just want to make you feel sad."
Instantly, Qiao Yan's eyes were red. He vaguely remembered that in the hospital, his dying grandmother held his hand and said, "I believe in Ye Zi's vision. You can take good care of her. Can you swear not to make Ye Zi sad, treat her well, not let her cry, and give her happiness? Do you dare to swear with your career and happiness? Let an old woman like me leave with peace of mind!"
Qiao Yan looked back at Ye Mi and held the old lady's hand. "I swear on my career and happiness that I will never let Ye Mi cry and I will treat her well for the rest of my life."
When they came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Ye Mi looked at the little red book in her hand, tilted her neck to the sky, "I'm married now. I can't hook up with men casually, and I can't be sad or cry casually. Life is so helpless." She looked back at Qiao Yan with a frown on his face, "Don't worry, you're such a good person, so righteous, I won't joke about your happiness and career." She giggled, then opened her arms to greet the sun, "I'm the invincible and powerful beautiful girl Ye Mi. You must live every day happily and positively." She shouted loudly, ignoring the strange looks from passers-by.
Qiao Yan smiled awkwardly. He didn't believe in swearing. If it really worked, he wouldn't have ended up like this. But at that moment, his heart was still quietly touched.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I made you sad."
Ye Mi shook her head, her eyes rubbing against his shoulder, "It's not you, it's that witch Guan Enping." She suddenly raised her head and broke free from his arms.
Qiao Yan was stunned, and then she turned around and took out a document from the drawer and placed it in front of Qiao Yan. "I want to increase the amount of alimony after our divorce. Guan Enping has already offered me 3 million, so you can't just give me 1 million. Qiao Yan, I also tell you, when that day comes, I want all of you, all of you." She shouted with grievance and coquettishness. I don't know if it's true or not!
Qiao Yan was distracted for a moment, then he smiled faintly, a little stiffly and reluctantly. He poked her forehead and said, "You are so greedy. Fine, I'll give you everything, all of mine. Are you satisfied?" He picked up the agreement and walked out of her bedroom. When he was about to close the door, he turned his back to her and said, "Go wash your face right now, and don't pretend to be a ghost at night."
Ye Mi wanted to laugh, but even after pulling the corners of his mouth, he still couldn't laugh.
The moment Qiao Yan closed the door, the smile on his face disappeared. He admitted that when he heard the word divorce, something in his heart exploded, and his heart was burning with pain. It was not painful, nor was it stuffy. It was indescribable, as if he couldn't beat. No one knew how he felt when he heard that his elder brother was looking for Ye Mi. It made his scalp numb more than a plane suddenly falling hundreds of meters in the sky.
Sitting in the study, he opened the drawer and took out his own agreement, holding one in each hand. After a moment, he closed them, tore them into pieces and threw them into the trash can. He rubbed his face. He couldn't see clearly what was going on, as if everything was a mess. He knocked on the table with his hands, remembering Ye Mi asking him why he chose her.
Why? Because she was pure and kind, and there would be no trouble when they separated in the future. Also, he believed that he would never fall in love with such a wild girl in this life. She was not as quiet and gentle as He Xiaoning, nor as elegant and dignified. She was only noisy, childish, and vulgar. She was just a vulgar woman with an unknown background who grew up in an alley. He felt that he could take care of her like his own sister in this life, and it would be a merit to reshape a person for the society.
But now he didn't know how she had come to him step by step in the past three years. She was still kind and simple, even a little silly, but more optimistic, open-minded, loyal, resolute and... strong. When the silly ugly duckling stood in front of him again, it was already a swan flapping its wings ready to fly. She was still not quiet, but her not-so-high-brow jokes and her laughter like an aunt gave him the simplest happiness. She was still not gentle, but those seemingly ordinary and casual simple greetings always brought the warmest comfort. She was still not elegant or dignified. She pretended in front of people, but didn't stand or sit properly behind people. But she was independent and strong, and her forbearing smile made him unable to ignore her existence.
I don’t know when it started, but when I met her face to face, Qiao Yan knew what it meant to feel ashamed of himself.
Qiao Yan stood up and took out a computer bag from the bookcase behind him. He opened the computer inside. It was a whole computer filled with all his past loves, tens of thousands of photos, hundreds of videos, and nearly a thousand electronic love letters...
He hadn't touched this computer for two years, nine months and thirteen days. He randomly clicked on a group of photos, which were memories of them partying at the San Siro Stadium when they flew to Milan together. He also randomly clicked on a video, which was of the two of them celebrating their birthday together, with "Happy Birthday, Big Pervert" written on the cake.
"How dare you write this to me?"
"That's right, Qiao Yan is a big pervert, a big pervert, a big pervert!"
"Okay, in that case, I'll show you right away..."
Qiao Yan took a deep breath and immediately clicked the cross. He returned to the directory and chose to format the entire disk. His hand hesitated between confirming and canceling. He exhaled deeply and slowly closed his eyes. Perhaps it was really time to end it all.
At this time, the study door was suddenly pushed open, and Ye Mi was standing at the door biting a big apple. Qiao Yan felt a little guilty, so he suddenly closed the computer and looked at the person in front of him helplessly. His face was no longer made up, and he looked refreshed.
"Can't you knock?" he yelled.
Ye Mi was stunned, clicked his tongue twice, and then took another bite of the apple. His mouth was full and he spoke unclearly, "You didn't knock on the door just now. Why is it that the officials are allowed to light a fire and roast meat, but the people are not allowed to light lamps to illuminate the road? What are you doing? So secretive and doing illegal things?" Seeing his dark face, Ye Mi waved his hand in boredom, "You are so stingy. I can't communicate with you. Considering your performance this afternoon, I think you are now comparable to the roaring horse."
Qiao Yan installed the computer as if nothing had happened, "Do I have to explain everything I do to you?"
"Wow, this is a p61t. It must have been very expensive when you bought it. What a waste." He came closer and said, "Can I see it?"
"No!" Qiao Yan packed up the computer, put it in the cabinet, and looked back at her, "Why did you come here?"
Ye Mi made a face, "It's okay, look at you." Then he smiled foolishly, "You gave too much labor fee. I kept 50,000, which should be enough for a year's living expenses. The rest has been transferred to you, you can check it."
"Really?" Qiao Yan opened his online bank account and saw that 1.95 million yuan had indeed been returned. "You can keep it and use it slowly." He glanced down as he spoke and saw three big words written in the column of remittance reason: "Overnight fee!"
Qiao Yan's face was startled and even slightly reddened. He looked up and saw Ye Mi standing at the door, holding an apple and laughing.
"I'm so valuable. I can consider a second career in the future. Shall we spend the night?" He rubbed his chin and looked her up and down with narrowed eyes.
Ye Mi's smile froze for a moment. "Just consider it a prepayment." After saying that, he ran away quickly with his face flushed with shame.
Qiao Yan smiled helplessly yet dotingly, then frowned and muttered to himself, "Who is Roaring Horse?" As he searched it on the search engine, opened the webpage, and his face suddenly changed.
"You're dead this time, you're dead."