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Strangely, when I saw Zhuo Yang’s pale face, the panic I had felt turned into calmness.
My mouth doesn't seem to be my own anymore.
I never knew that I, who was so timid and cowardly and looked like a sheep that was easy to bully, could actually say such hurtful words like Zhuo Yang using the mouth that I once kissed.
“Did you hear everything?” I heard my rational voice, which seemed to carry a hint of sneer. “Then I don’t care. I’ll say it again... Zhuo Yang, no matter what mood you are in now, letting me live here, whether it is for taking advantage or for other reasons, I actually hate it. Especially since you come back every day, eat the food I cook, sleep next to me, and do the things you should do when you get married after the divorce, don’t you feel disgusted? Maybe you don’t think so... But I do think so... Do you know how many times I have wanted to slap you in the face... I really don’t want to see you... Not even if we meet by chance... It seems... I have to say it a thousand times before you understand... And... Do you think I’m hurtful? Do these words hurt your dignity? Haha... No... You won’t know... You won’t know, you are not in as much pain as I am... In the past seven years... If it wasn’t my turn to do anything to you... You would never feel how painful I was at that time..."
I did it in one go, I looked Zhuoyang straight in the eyes, and I could still laugh.
I was waiting for Zhuoyang to get angry or judge me.
You scold me, hit me, I don't care.
However, Zhuo Yang did nothing. After a while, he raised his hand and pointed at the door, "Get out! Get out!"
I shrugged and said, "You know, I want to leave soon." When I left the house, I looked back and said, "Zhuo Yang, I won't wish you happiness. People like you can never be happy." After saying that, I added silently in my heart.
Just like me.
My intervention was not unintentional, but it indirectly caused An Ran to lose her precious life. And Zhuo Yang, while saying he loved someone, slept with countless other women and trampled on a heart that loved him deeply.
We will all get our comeuppance, and no one will be happy in this life.
I took a deep breath, without even glancing at Zhuo Yang behind me, and slowly walked out the door.
I am very glad that my leg is almost healed and at least it doesn't affect my walking.
See, I am such a calculating woman. When I was injured and my wings were weak, I would endure all kinds of demands from Zhuo Yang. Once I could spread my wings and fly high, I would kick him away without hesitation.
How can I be happy when I am so heartless?!
I won't cry...
I told myself over and over again that Zhuo Yang owed me this. I just expressed my truest thoughts.
Since my divorce, I have vowed to be my true self.
Zhuoyang, I have already decided to say goodbye...
Didn't I do it? Why am I crying
However, the tears were out of my control and slowly flowed out of my eyes. I wiped my hands but it seemed like they could not be wiped away.
Finally I gave up and just burst into tears.
It's nothing. I don't care. I really don't care at all.
"An Yue..." Just when I was crying happily, a timid voice sounded behind me, and a clean handkerchief was stretched out in front of me.
I looked up and saw Li Chen’s miserable face.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I said viciously.
Li Chen handed me the handkerchief, but he didn't yell at me for my harsh words. He just muttered, "You cry so ugly."
Fuck! Can I swear? Although I know Li Chen is famous for his sharp tongue and meanness, I didn't expect that he would be even meaner to kick someone when he's down.
"Get away from me! I feel sick just by looking at you."
Li Chen still didn't move, just looked at me hesitantly, "I don't think you should say that about Zhuo Yang... Didn't you see how he looked just now... Very sad..."
"Bah! His sadness is none of my business! You see him when he's sad, but when I'm sad you just treat it as a fart, right?" I laughed in anger and pushed Li Chen, "Don't sympathize with Zhuo Yang! Compared to him, you're not much better! I've had enough of meeting men like you who are worse than beasts everywhere!"
I stood up angrily, wiped my tears and walked forward slowly.
Li Chen followed behind.
"Um... An Yue, where are you going now?"
"None of your business!" I shouted with great courage.
Li Chen persisted, "How about I help you find a hotel to stay in first... After all, it's because of me that you guys are in this mess..."
"I said! Get out! Get away from me!"
I walked forward with big strides, regardless of my injured leg. But after a few steps, I turned back angrily.
"Bring it here."
"What?" Li Chen looked confused.
I gritted my teeth and said, "Here, your wallet. Didn't you just say it was all your fault? Don't you know you have to make amends now?"
As if intimidated by my ferocious look, Li Chen actually took out his wallet and handed it to me.
Li Chen had a lot of money in his wallet, so I threw away all his cards, which were useless to me anyway. I was thinking about where to go now.
Zhuo Yang definitely couldn't go back. Wen Li finally got out and didn't want to go back either. As for Song Yu...
never mind.
I decided to find a hotel to stay in as Li Chen suggested, but I didn’t have my ID card.
So I found his ID card among Li Chen’s pile of cards.
However, what I didn't expect was that Li Chen was such a typical rich and powerful guy. I thought it was Li Chen's money so I found a high-end hotel without hesitation. After I showed Li Chen's ID card, their waiter took me directly to their so-called presidential suite without saying anything.
I was a little shocked. What a wicked rich man.
However, thanks to Li Chen's ID card, I lived in a high-end hotel, ate high-end food, and everything was very comfortable. After a short rest for one night, I finally figured out where I was going.
I'm going to work at Ding Wei's clothing factory.
Before going, I called Ding Wei, asked for the address, and then rushed over immediately.
I thought, now that she has settled down, she can go to Wen Li's place to move my luggage over and say goodbye.
Everything was going well, but when I arrived at Ding Wei's garment factory, I was shocked again.
In my eyes, Ding Wei's clothing factory is just a small processing factory where a group of middle-aged women wearing headscarves sit in a dim room, operating sewing machines and imitating famous brands to make some styles of clothes that can meet the needs of the general public.
However, looking at the neat cubicles and the transparent director's office, I felt like I was traveling through time.
"This..." I stuttered, but the girl who brought me here poured me a cup of tea and said, "Miss An, our Director Ding has a meeting. Please do it for a while."
I was still in shock, and at this point I would just nod no matter what anyone said.
I looked around the environment here, and only one fact was on my mind: Mrs. Chen, you are so modest.
Ding Wei's clothing factory, strictly speaking, should be called Ding Wei Fashion Studio, is located on the 19th floor of the most prosperous commercial center building in this city. I know the rent of this place, and I was secretly shocked. Then I looked at Ding Wei's studio, and the employees were busy in an orderly manner. It was a scene I had seen on TV before.
A group of people in gorgeous clothes were moving between cubicles, doing what they liked and were good at.
I feel like an ugly duckling that has strayed into a group of swans, feeling a little out of place.
I retracted my hand and suddenly felt a little regretful for coming here so suddenly. I thought I should at least buy some formal clothes to look more presentable. Then, Ding Wei came over.
"Hello, Miss An. I think you should be very happy for me to call you Miss An."
Ding Wei looked a bit like what I imagined. She was in her thirties, but because she took good care of herself and knew how to dress well, and had a slim figure and delicate features, she looked like she was in her twenties.
This is the same with me.
She was wearing a pair of tight, light-patterned skinny pants, a loose navy blue bat-wing shirt, and a popular European-style shirt bead necklace around her neck. She looked professional and capable.
I nodded and held out my hand, "Hello, I'm An Yue."
"How about this... I'll call you An Yue... um..." Ding Wei thought for a moment, "I'm older than you too, how about you call me Sister Ding?"
Of course I was willing, and then I called out "Sister Ding."
In fact, I didn’t expect Ding Wei’s garment factory to be so… advanced. This made me a little hesitant. Would Ding Wei hire a parasite like me
Ding Wei took me to visit her studio.
"What's wrong, An Yue, you look surprised."
I nodded and told the truth: "To be honest, yes. According to Mrs. Chen... I didn't expect it to be such a fashionable studio..."
Ding Wei smiled and said, "They probably think I'm a small workshop that pirates big brands."
Ding Wei's words successfully made me laugh, and I nodded, "You really understand Mrs. Chen."
"Of course, she is my mother."
I knew the relationship between Ding Wei and Mrs. Chen, and for a moment I regretted talking to her about family matters. Ding Wei seemed to see my embarrassment and waved her hand, "It's okay, I mean it. I like Mrs. Chen very much, and my son also likes her grandmother... It has nothing to do with that man..."
Glancing at me, Ding Wei continued, "Women, walk your own path, live your own life, and live for yourself. These are much simpler and happier than we think..."
Finally, Ding Wei asked me: "An Yue, tell me now, do you know what you are doing now?"