The Seven-Year Itch

Chapter 5

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"...I didn't go home all day yesterday, so I sent someone to deliver this early this morning."

A few words briefly explained what happened, Yan Qingshan raised his chin towards the file bag.

Tang Xiping was stunned for a while, he couldn't react, and his voice was dry: "Then... what are you going to do?"

Seeing the divorce agreement on the coffee table, his voice paused slightly, and when he spoke again, there was almost a distorted hoarseness, "... Do you want to redeem it?"

Yan Qingshan didn't answer immediately after hearing the words, but leaned back on the back of the sofa with his eyes closed, and rubbed his forehead with his hand.

The quality of sleep was not good for two consecutive nights. At this moment, he felt that his head was a little swollen and uncomfortable, and his face was also a little pale.

He already had an elegant and handsome face, and his facial features seemed to be carved out of a piece of cool-colored suet jade with brushes and inkstones. What's more, the expression on this face is used to be indifferent, and Tang Xiping has ridiculed it more than once in the past for its indifferent appearance.

But at this moment, I don't know if it was caused by his own psychological factors, or because of the superfluous imagination caused by seeing his unsightly complexion, in short, Tang Xiping could vaguely see a rare sense of vulnerability in this person in front of him.

Yan Qingshan closed his eyes silently, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a long while, he finally answered his previous question:

"No."

His voice was low and slow, as if he was making some unknown decision—

"Since he wants to divorce, I naturally want to do what he wants."

After saying this, he seemed to have made some kind of action plan for himself, and when he opened his eyes and sat up straight again, he picked up the official document pen beside him, and quickly found the space in the signature column of the agreement, and swiped efficiently Shua Shua signed his name.

The handwriting is smooth and there is no pause.

"..."

Sitting opposite Tang Xiping, staring blankly at the two names listed on the paper, he was a little incapable of responding for a while, and lost his voice.

After finally getting out of that sense of distortion, he raised his eyes again and saw the calm expression of the person in front of him. After all, he couldn't help but sighed heavily:

"Ms. Yan... In terms of cruelty, you are indeed stronger."

After Yan Qingshan signed, he pushed the document aside and didn't take another look at it.

Hearing this at this time, he immediately frowned unhappily, his cold eyes looked cold and piercing, and he stared straight at the opposite without politeness.

"I'll give you three seconds to reframe your words. Did you call the wrong person?"

"..."

—So, the slight sense of vulnerability just now must be due to my own brain opening.

Tang Xiping silently sighed again from the bottom of his heart, and said in a slow tone: "Okay, okay, I scolded the wrong person... He deserved it. Han Ning is a big pig's trotter."

Yan Qingshan and Tang Xiping lived in the same apartment, separated by two floors.

An hour later, Yan Qingshan returned to his home.

The moment the door was opened, the aroma of food wafted out leisurely.

... Just in time, save some takeaway.

Yan Qingshan held the key in one hand, and the fingertips of the other hand paused silently on the phone screen. After two seconds of silence, he took the phone back into his coat pocket.

The first thing you see when you enter the door are two large suitcases leaning against the corner of the wall.

Yan Qingshan looked at the two boxes expressionlessly, and twitched the corner of his mouth imperceptibly.

- To pack up things and dare to come here when he is not at home. coward.

It seemed that the sound of opening the door was heard, and the movement in the kitchen stagnated for a few seconds before continuing.

He closed the door behind him with his backhand, and waited patiently at the entrance until he heard the sound of turning off the fire and loading dishes. After a while, Han Ning walked out of the kitchen.

Yan Qingshan folded his arms and looked at him intently, but saw that he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, his eyes were always avoiding this side deliberately... It seemed that he didn't even want to see him for a second.

— Tired of time

—Is it boring to see

Suddenly recalling what his friend said before, he sneered silently: "We are leaving, don't you plan to say goodbye to me personally?"

Han Ning was doing his own thing calmly at first, but now when he heard his voice, his whole body seemed to be turned off by a switch, and he froze there and couldn't move.

Yan Qingshan acted as if he couldn't see the other party's strangeness, and walked over there unhurriedly.

When passing by, he conveniently put the file bag containing the divorce agreement in his hand on the table, and the paper touched the glass, making a light snap. At the same time, the shoulders of the person seen from the corner of the eye also trembled slightly.

Walking straight into the kitchen, he took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and poured it into a water glass, then took out the things he had been carrying in his pocket.

It was a small capsule tablet, taken from Tang Xipin. The other party's instructions a few minutes ago are still in my ears—

"If you eat the whole amount, you will lose consciousness. Just give him half of it."

half...

After pondering for a while, he unscrewed the glue layer on the surface of the tablet, poured the powder wrapped inside into a spoon, and then added roughly half of the amount into the cup according to his estimate.

In an instant, the fine white powder dissolves in clear water and becomes invisible.

During the whole process, his hands were so steady that they didn't even tremble a bit.

Sprinkling the remaining powder into the sink, he immediately picked up the water glass, and was about to turn around and walk out of the kitchen when his eyes suddenly glanced at something.

It was a plain post-it note, lying quietly on the surface of the refrigerator, with only five simple words on it——

"No takeaway."

At first glance, the handwriting is very familiar, and it is exactly the same as a certain signature on the divorce agreement.

And, if I remember correctly, there was no post-it note here yesterday.

Yan Qingshan stared at the five words silently for a while, and finally frowned in disgust, tore them off casually, and threw them into the wastebasket together with the adhesive layer of the pills just now.

The other figure at the dining table in the living room stayed where it was, without moving its position at all. Walking half a meter away from the opponent, Yan Qingshan also stopped in his tracks.

When he got the medicine before, he was very calm; when he was taking the medicine a minute ago, he was also very calm; but when the matter came to an end, he suddenly thought of a problem.

—In other words, how should I make him drink it

#Hey, I added some ingredients to this glass of water, can you drink it consciously? #

... Regardless of the success rate, even if he didn't like to beat around the bush when talking to Han Ning in the past, this straight ball was a bit too straight.

So, forced irrigation

It only took half a second for the delicate and frail citizen surnamed Yan to veto the plan on his own. He still has self-knowledge.

Silently deliberated several ways to expand, and finally he simply handed over the water glass, glanced at the other party's stiff and unnatural expression, and said slowly:

"If nothing else happens, this should be the last time you cook for me. Thank you for your hard work."

Han Ning's gaze that was originally turned to the side flickered, and finally looked at him. It seemed that it took him several seconds to catch a word in the words, and the line of his jaw tightened.

Seeing that he didn't move, Yan Qingshan raised his arm holding the water glass a little more, and urged in a vague way: "... don't you want to drink?"

There was a gloomy and gloomy background in Han Ning's eyes, and he just looked at him silently, as if he wanted to use this to engrave the person in front of him into his bones.

After a while, he finally reached out to take the water glass, and there were faint veins on the back of his hand.

Yan Qingshan watched him drink the glass of water with satisfaction.