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I found that after the last time Hu Ling played a prank on me, I became extremely heartless.
In fact, it’s not that I’m heartless, it’s just that sometimes I fall into contempt and disgust for my past self.
I remember that I had made it extremely clear to Zhuo Yang that what he and I lacked was not only love, but also many other things. In short, it was impossible for us to be together.
Therefore, I also hope that he doesn't love me, and doesn't give me the illusion that he loves me. After all, not every Naoki in this world has a Kotoko who is waiting silently.
But…
Zhuo Yang seems to be very persistent in doing this kind of thing.
After seven years of marriage, I even feel that I know him less than I did in these few months of divorce.
Zhuo Yang's voice was soft. In his memory, he had always been a strong and powerful person, and there were countless possibilities in his life.
This is nothing like me.
But at this moment, he gently grabbed the corner of my clothes, like a wounded child.
Women are born with maternal instincts, and I am no exception.
But at this moment, I slowly took away Zhuo Yang's hand.
"I will help you order takeout... Cooking... including taking care of... is no longer suitable for my identity..."
Feeling Zhuo Yang's stiff fingers, I smiled, "You are now in your golden age as a man. Even if you are divorced... there will still be many girls... whether it's Hu Ling or anyone else..."
It has nothing to do with me anymore.
Stop playing with me.
For the sake of the seven years of my youth I have given you, please stop playing with me.
Bang-
Zhuo Yang's reaction was very intense. He directly put his arms around my waist and pressed me down.
"What are you doing?" I couldn't move my hands and feet, and I glared at the man on top of me.
Zhuo Yang seemed to be extremely angry, and laughed in anger, "An Yue! Is it the identity of a wife that can restrain you? Then I don't mind giving you this identity again..."
"… "
I think I missed something...
What is Zhuo Yang talking about
Give me my wife's identity again? Marry me again
I want to laugh...
I actually laughed too.
I was just laughing and tears started falling.
I don't know when Zhuo Yang let go of my hand, leaving me with only my remaining self-esteem. I scratched my eyes, trying hard not to let the tears flow down my face.
"Do you really have to play with me like this? Do you really have to take revenge on me like this?"
I choked up, "Just because I'm easy to bully... Just because I was the one who survived? If... I was the one who died... Would everything be different..."
If it was me who disappeared in that accident, would we be living a good life now
But…
Life is always a one-step wrong step, one wrong step at a time.
If I hadn't been so ignorant, if I had controlled my emotions, if I hadn't followed An Ran out...
Yes or no…
Everything will be fine...
The three of us will live peacefully in our respective places. Even though there will be regrets, at least we won’t be like we are now, separated by the Yin and Yang worlds, hating each other.
Tears still flowed all over my face.
I felt my face getting hot, and I didn't know when Zhuo Yang came over and took away my hand that was covering my eyes.
"You didn't like to cry so much before..." Zhuo Yang sighed while pressing his forehead against my forehead.
I nodded and said slowly, "I just don't cry in front of you..." God knows how many times I cried while biting the sheets behind my back.
Zhuoyang looked really ugly, but I wiped the tears from my face and suddenly asked, "Zhuoyang... do you love me?"
Seeing the other person's face turn pale with shock, I smiled knowingly.
I didn't cry this time.
"You don't love me, right? You always remember your sister's birthday, death anniversary, and your first love day. You remember her favorite color, favorite food, and even favorite hairstyle. But we have been together for seven years, and you never remember what I like to eat or what I like to do on my birthday. You don't love me. Even after the divorce, you still don't love me, right?"
"You're just a little uncomfortable... I've been by your side for too long... I take care of you, I love you... You've already made these a habit, and once I leave... you'll be reluctant... Actually, Zhuoyang, you don't care about me as much as you think..."
I said it all in one breath, and finally slowly climbed up from under Zhuo Yang.
"Stop wasting your time on me... I think it's good for both of us..."
What a sad truth.
The moment I walked out of Zhuoyang’s house, my heart felt sour, as if something had fallen and shattered.
But there was also a sense of relief.
It's finally broken, no need to worry about it anymore.
This is a good thing for me, too.
Zhuoyang's house is on the mountain and there are few buses.
I obviously missed that one.
I stopped for a long time on the mountain, but no car stopped.
I was feeling a little tired and was just about to call the taxi company down the mountain to order a car when an acquaintance appeared in front of me.
It’s Ding Chunchun, whom I used to avoid but whom I can now barely consider my friend.
"Are you hooking up with your ex-husband again?" She was still as rude as ever.
Ding Chunchun handed me a pack of biscuits and said, "You look haggard... You must have been fucked to death last night..."
"..." I bit the biscuit, my voice unclear, "Are all hosts so sharp-tongued?"
Ding Chunchun touched her seaweed-like long curly hair and smiled coquettishly, "Thank you for the compliment... But to be honest, I heard that your ex-husband often comes to see you... You don't really want to get back together, do you?"
I took a sip of milk and glanced at the gossipy Ding Chunchun. "Do you think this is possible?"
Ding Chunchun shook his head honestly, "Based on my understanding of Zhuo Yang and yours... it seems that the chance is very small... But... you guys made quite a big fuss... Hu Ling is not an easy person to deal with..."
But when it comes to Hu Ling, I do care about him a little.
Before I divorced Zhuoyang, I would see some little models around Zhuoyang.
Some parts of them will look like An Ran, but no one has ever been able to stay with Zhuo Yang for so long. Even if Hu Ling looks like An Ran, she will never be the real An Ran.
"Are you curious why Zhuo Yang praises Hu Ling so much?" Ding Chunchun narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox.
I shook my head honestly, but saw Ding Chunchun laughing.
"I heard that she is your stepmother's adopted daughter... Do you understand now..."
The stepmother that Ding Chunchun was talking about was naturally An Ran's mother. Since An Ran's death, her mental state has been abnormal.
Many times, when I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw her holding a knife, touching my feet and then my face, as if she was thinking about how to make me die painfully.
Once or twice is fine, but when it happens too many times, even though I haven't been stabbed in the back, I can't avoid the mental torture.
It was also at that time that Zhuo Yang took me to move out of the An family.
I heard that her condition has been not good over the years, and I once thought about going back to see her, but the doctor said that my return would only stimulate her more, so I thought about it and gave up.
However, she didn't expect that Hu Ling was actually her goddaughter.
turn out to be-
In this world, godfathers are out of fashion, godmothers are the way to go.
But even if that's the case, Zhuo Yang is still Hu Ling's brother, so whose child was it when we divorced
Zhuoyang's
hiss-
Brother and sister taboo
So disgusting.
Ding Chunchun successfully made me lose my appetite, but she is also a bad person. She came to Excellence to shoot a public service advertisement to care for children with AIDS.
This case has nothing to do with me, except that the filming location is next door to us.
So Ding Chunchun had every right to come to me for tea.
But thanks to her, Hu Ling also came.
It is said that they had internal conflicts when they were at the TV station. Hu Ling couldn't stand Ding Chunchun, an old woman who was still occupying the role of Taiwan's most beautiful girl, and Ding Chunchun couldn't stand Hu Ling's pure appearance but coquettish nature.
But after Hu Ling left the TV station, the relationship between the two seemed to have merged somewhat.
At least we say hello when we meet.
Hu Ling saw that I looked very unhappy. She is the protagonist of today's shampoo commercial.
I was afraid that she would cause me trouble, so I was very careful to deal with her.
Sure enough, things got chaotic during the filming, and even the usually good-tempered and patient director got a little angry.
"What happened this time?"
"I feel a little uncomfortable... I don't want to shoot anymore..."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the director's eyes twitching.
It seems like they didn't take any pictures at all.
Because Hu Ling is a big name and was promoted by the CEO of Excellence Culture, his subordinates are a little afraid of Hu Ling.
But over time, even Buddha will get angry.
"Ms. Hu Ling, you've said this thirty-six times... You've delayed our progress on this ad for three days... What do you want?"
"Is this your attitude towards what I said?"
"I am the director here... I naturally have the final say... Ms. Hu Ling, I think I need to say one thing... If you want to shoot, please shoot seriously... If you don't want to shoot, please leave..."
The director's words were already a bit heavy.
Hu Ling got angry, "If you don't want to shoot, then don't shoot... Do you think I want to shoot this kind of small commercial..."
Seeing that Hu Ling was angry and wanted to leave, I almost raised my hands and feet to agree.
But unfortunately, Hu Ling angrily walked out and came back not long after.
This time she was gentle and virtuous, following the man like a young wife.
"Yang... you came to visit me... and brought me my favorite cake..."
Looking at Hu Ling's face that changed faster than turning the pages of a book, I rolled my eyes.
But with reinforcements, we don’t have to work so hard.
Even the director breathed a sigh of relief. Zhuo Yang's arrival greatly improved Hu Ling's efficiency in filming, and his tone towards the people around him became softer.
The progress is very fast.
But I don’t know when Zhuo Yang had quietly walked to my side.
"Your keys fell on my bed."
"… "