Untypical Divorce

Chapter 8

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"He wants you to be his rose?" The noise coming from the other end of the phone sounded like a smile but not a smile, and it contained a bit of weirdness.

"I know." Jian Yian rolled her eyes, fully understanding the hint behind her friend's words. "I also find it very strange. How can anyone say that? I don't know what the hell he is planning!"

"Did he really say he wanted to play with you?" As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Chuanya couldn't help but chuckle, looking at her as if she was telling a tongue twister.

"Who knows if it's true or not?" Jian Yian's answer was also wonderful. "He's telling the truth. Maybe he's teasing me again."

"Do you really think he's playing a trick on you?"

"Well..." Jian Yian paused subtly. "Do you know what he's been doing to me lately?"

"how?"

"It's like a little kid getting a pet like a puppy or a kitten."

"Pet?" Mo Chuanya was confused. "what happened?"

What should I say? Jian Yian sighed softly, and what was contained in her sigh was not sadness, but indescribable sweetness and panic. Recently, her husband was treating her like a newly acquired pet. He was very happy. He happily experimented with various ways of loving her on her every day, hugging her, teasing her, combing her hair, and even being shameless. He offered to help her take a bath.

Of course she sternly refused, but he didn't know how to restrain himself. He prepared a table of various microwave dishes and fed her one bite at a time.

Also, he insists on ending the separate room life and sleeps with her in his arms every night...

"Why don't you speak?" Mo Chuanya raised her voice in confusion.

Jian Yi'an was stunned, and the evil and sensational images in her mind suddenly dimmed, and she coughed twice in embarrassment. "No, I was thinking..." She paused suddenly, finding it difficult to share the privacy of her boudoir with her friends on the phone. "I was thinking, what do you think I should do?"

"What do you mean?"

"What should I do with Mu Yu?"

"Do you still need to ask me this?" Mo Chuanya teased meaningfully. "Didn't you decide long ago?"

"Yes... yes." Jian Yian was a little embarrassed. She had to admit that she had already understood that no matter whether her husband was true or false to her, she could not resist. Even if there was a dangerous cliff ahead, she could only go forward without hesitation. She fell forward, and after ending the call, she still stood alone on the balcony, looking at the blurred twilight in the distance. The Ke family mansion located in Yangmingshan District has a superb view. Unfortunately, Muyu refuses to move back home, and when he comes back occasionally, he refuses to stay for a while.

She knew the reason very well, and it was a pity that the father and son couldn't get along peacefully.

"Yi'an, you're here!" A dark voice suddenly fell behind her.

She turned briskly to meet the stumbling old man and supported him. "Dad, did you sleep well?"

"It's okay." Ke Chengen sat down on the sofa and stretched out his hand to soften his tired brows. "I don't know what happened. I've been having a headache these past few days."

"Really?" Jian Yian couldn't help but worry. "Would you like me to take you to the hospital?"

"It's just a small problem, no need to make a fuss." Ke Chengen waved his hand impatiently. "Sit down and chat with dad."

"Yes." Jian Yian sat down and poured a cup of herbal tea for each of them. "By the way, Dad, I have something to ask you."

Ke Chengen took the tea cup. "What's up?"

"I want to ask Mu Yu about his childhood."

"When Mu Yu was a child?" Ke Chengen was surprised. "Why do you suddenly want to ask these questions?"

"It's nothing, I just want to know more about him." Unfortunately, he always refused to say more. Jian Yi An leisurely sips tea. "Dad, can you tell me?"

"This... where do I start?" Ke Chengen was at a loss. "In short, he is no different from ordinary boys. He is very naughty. He did not like to study in elementary school and did not do well in homework."

"Really? He always thinks he is very smart. I thought he was an honor student since he was a child." Jian Yian pursed her lips and smiled. "Has he been fond of sports since he was a child? Has he ever participated in a school team before?"

"Well..." Ke Chengen was a little embarrassed. "Honestly, I don't know. I was too busy with work at that time, so I left all his affairs to the housekeeper and nanny."

Nanny and housekeeper? In this way, he was not only neglected by his mother since he was a child, but also did not receive much tenderness from his father. Jian Yian thought sadly.

"If you want to know what happened when he was a child, you can ask the housekeeper who used to work here. He has retired, but I remember that I still have his phone number." After saying that, Ke Chengen summoned the current housekeeper and ordered him to find out who the former housekeeper was. contact information and asked him to bring a photo album.

"Is this a photo of Mu Yu?" Jian Yian took the album in surprise.

"Well, he doesn't seem to like taking pictures very much. He only has one."

She flipped through the photo album eagerly. On the first page, there are several baby photos. He is half lying on his chest, with his big clear eyes open, holding his pink little fists, and smiling at the camera.

"So cute!" she praised, her heart clenching in emotion.

That man turned out to be so innocent sometimes! She continued to look at the photos, smiling playfully at first. Gradually, the smile faded and her watery eyes became misty.

Because she discovered that the photos of her husband when he was a child were all taken alone, never with his parents or other family members. He is always alone, whether he is depressed or cheerful, he is responsible for himself.

"Didn't he have a nanny when he was a child?" she asked shyly. Could it be that even the nanny who took care of his life never took photos with him

"Nanny?" Ke Chengen frowned and thought for a while. "When you said that, I remembered that he had several nannies when he was a child, and each one barely lasted a few months before he got angry and left."

"Why?" She was surprised.

"Isn't it because he is too naughty?" Ke Chengen was annoyed. "At that time, my mother and I were almost furious with him. Later, it was my threat to send him to a boarding school abroad that made him calm down."

In other words, he does not want to be sent away from his parents. Jian Yian stared at the old man in front of him with a rather disapproving expression. Doesn't he understand? A child at such a young age is afraid of leaving his parents, even if his parents don't really care about him. Children always long for family affection... no, even when they grow up.

She thought of her husband's cheerful and comfortable smile when he was drinking and playing chess with her father, and her heartstrings suddenly tightened and she felt a slight pain.

And when she turned to the end of the photo album and found several photos of previous nannies neatly pasted in two rows, her heartstrings were instantly broken and tears spread in her eyes.

In fact, he didn't hate those nannies that much. In fact, he still missed them. Otherwise, he wouldn't have carefully preserved the beauty of each of them in his own memories.

Maybe he secretly likes them...

"Dad, have you ever thought about it?" She raised her voice hoarsely.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Actually, Mu Yu... needed your care very much at that time."

When Ke Chengen heard this, he was startled and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "Are you saying that I haven't fulfilled my responsibility as a father?"

"I mean, he is just a child after all, and sometimes he just wants to get the attention of adults by being naughty and mischievous."

"If he wants to attract our attention, why doesn't he behave well?" Ke Chengen sneered coldly. "Study seriously, get first place, be elected as a model student, etc., etc., it will make us proud of him!" Do you have to be so outstanding to be worthy of your parents' love? Isn't it okay to just be an ordinary kid

Jian Yian felt unfair to her husband and almost wanted to scream, but she held it back and persuaded him tactfully. "But dad, family love should be unconditional. Just like I once rebelled, but my parents -"

"How are your parents?" Severe eyes shot at her.

She mustered up the courage to take it on. "My parents still love me and will never give up on me just because I am fooling around outside, drinking and racing!"

"What?!" Ke Chengen interrupted him in shock. "Have you ever drunk and raced before?"

Jian Yian nodded with a wry smile. She knew very well that such a confession would greatly detract from her evaluation in her father-in-law's mind, but she still wanted to say it. "Sometimes children just need a warm hug from their parents to let them know they are loved. I think Mu Yu is the same!"

If he knew what she had done, he would definitely think she was too nosy. Jian Yian stood in front of a certain door of the hospital ward and sighed leisurely.

After a long and sincere talk with her father-in-law that day, she took the initiative to contact the former housekeeper of the Ke family and asked him about every detail of her husband's childhood. The old housekeeper couldn't help but sigh when the two talked about the nanny who had come and gone. "Young master, it's really strange. Obviously the nannies are pretty good, and some of them are very caring about him, but he annoys them one by one, but he is the last one. I think she is the least attentive, cold and casual, but she has been doing it the longest. It must have been more than two years!”

"Why?" she was confused. "Didn't Mu Yu resist at that time?"

"It's not that he doesn't resist, he just doesn't deliberately play pranks. In fact, he is not a bad boy in the first place. He is still kind in nature... By the way, I remember that the young master seemed to have said that he thinks the best nanny is Is she weird?"

Weird indeed.

The old housekeeper's words completely aroused her curiosity. "Can you help me contact the nanny?"

"Her? By the way, I happened to run into her when I went to the hospital for a check-up a while ago. She seemed to have some kind of cancer and her condition was not very good."

So with the help of the old housekeeper, she found the hospital and stayed outside the door for a long time, hesitating whether she should enter the room to disturb her.

"Excuse me, what's the matter? Miss." A nurse passed by and saw her hesitating and asked kindly.

"I... want to come to visit the patient." She held up the basket of flowers and fruits in her arms with a slight embarrassment. "May I ask the patients living in this ward..."

"Are you talking about Miss Dong?"

"yes."

"She is going for chemotherapy now, and it may take a while before she comes back, but I think she won't have the energy to talk to you when she comes back."

"Is she in a bad condition?" Jian Yian asked.

"Yeah." The nurse nodded and frowned regretfully. "Actually, she is already terminally ill. Now it's just a matter of delaying time."

"So serious?" Jian Yian was confused.

"But miss, you shouldn't be a member of her family, right?" the nurse suddenly asked.

"Ah?" She was stunned. "I'm her friend."

"Really? That's great." The nurse was delighted. "Ms. Dong has been alone since she was hospitalized. I heard that she has no family and no friends to see her. Although she can't talk to you too much, if you can stay with her quietly, I think she will Will be happy."

"Yes, I will." Jian Yian thanked the nurse for her advice. She watched the nurse leave with a smile and quietly walked into the ward. This is a double room, and the person lying on the other bed seems to be a seriously ill patient with a respirator on his face. She arranged the flowers gently and placed the vase on the bedside. Then she washed the apples and cut them into cubes. While she was busy, a weak voice slowly rose.

"Who are you?"

The speaker was an elderly woman with gray hair and a gray face. Her phosphorous skinny bones seemed to be unable to support her body and she was trembling slightly.

Jian Yi looked at it sadly, barely raising a sweet smile. "Hello, I am Ke Muyu's wife!"

"Yian, my good wife, where are you?" On this day, Ke Muyu came home, holding a string of wind chimes in his hand, shaking it to make a crisp sound, and calling out in a playful voice. Although his beloved wife was standing in the open kitchen, he turned a blind eye and wandered back and forth in the room, even squatting down in a playful manner to look under the sofa.

"What do you mean?" Jian Yian walked into the living room, witnessed his funny behavior, and curled her lips angrily. "Do you really think of me as a pet?" Do you think she is a kitten or puppy that can hide in such a narrow space

"Didn't I say it? You are my rose." He smiled and hugged her waist. He recognized that she was wearing an apron and frowned. "Didn't I say that if you don't like cooking, don't force it?" "I didn't like it before, but I like it now." She responded calmly. "And I just got off work early today. It's just pasta and soup. It's very simple."

"Spaghetti? GOOD! I like it." He expressed his joy frankly. His nose came close to her delicate jade neck, and he deeply smelled the feminine fragrance on her body.

"Go away!" She shyly pushed him away. "You look like a puppy that smells everywhere!"

"I heard that dogs smell smells to determine their own sphere of influence," he said with a smile.

In other words, does she belong to his "sphere of influence"

She looked at him sideways and dismissed his lack of professional knowledge. "How come I heard that dogs use peeing to mark their territory and delineate their sphere of influence?"

"You mean, you want me to mark you too?" Ke Muyu cleverly turned his disadvantage into an advantage.

"No problem, wife, I'll work hard to do it." As he said that, he pecked her rudely several times, kissing her from the cheek to the side of the neck, and then continued to invade...

"That's enough for you!" She jumped away shyly, her cheeks flushed, indescribably bright and moving.

"Are you shy? So cute." He teased her hatefully.

She gave him a hard look and changed the subject. "Where did this string of wind chimes come from?"

"This?" He shook it again. "A gift of roses to me."

"Gift?" She took it curiously. It was a string of crystal wind chimes, with a kitten hanging on it, naughtily playing with the hanging glass balls with her little paws. There were colorful roses embedded in the glass ball. She was greatly impressed by the exquisite workmanship and ingenuity. "Where did you find it? It's so beautiful!"

"It took me several hours to find it from an overseas auction website." He asked for credit plaintively.

The dignified vice president of 'Eunyu Group' spent several hours wandering around on the Internet in order to buy a gift for her? She couldn't believe it, but she was secretly happy.

"I didn't expect you to be so free." She clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Compared to this, my little special assistant is really pitiful. He has many things to do, little money and is not close to home."

"So, I told you to quit that job a long time ago." He hit her forehead angrily. "Who told you to help that Xia Yumo be a cow or a horse?"

"That won't work." She didn't think about it. "Recently, our company is re-electing the board of directors and launching new products. We are very busy. I cannot resign at this time. It is too unloyal."

"What kind of loyalty are you talking about with that guy?" Ke Muyu glared at her, not hiding the jealousy in his words. "What you should be talking about is your relationship with your husband. Look, I've lost weight recently. Shouldn't I take good care of me?"

"Have you lost weight? Where have you lost weight?" She glanced at him, but she really couldn't tell.

"Here." He exaggeratedly touched his left chest. "My heart is thinning."

She almost choked, and after a long while, her cherry lips parted, and she burst into a smile, as clear and sweet as the wind chime she held in her hand.

Heart thin? She admired this man's wit. It turned out that he also knew how to act coquettishly. It turned out that when he was like a child and insisted on asking for her affection, he was so irresistible.

Her heart has lost weight... Alas, she has lost heart because it seems that a certain part has fallen on him. If he cannot feed her love, he may continue to lose weight...

"What are you thinking about?" He pinched her cheek affectionately, asking for her attention. "You are talking to your husband and you are in a daze?"

"I was thinking..." She looked at him vaguely. "Do you still remember Miss Dong? Your last nanny."

He was startled. "Why did you suddenly mention her?"

"She is currently hospitalized for chemotherapy and is very ill." She whispered sadly. "The nurse told me that she might not live long."

He was shocked and couldn't speak for a moment. It took him a while before he spoke slowly. "So what?"

"What?" She was surprised. "Aren't you going to visit her?"

"I haven't even seen my mother for several years, why would I go see a nanny?" He looked indifferent. "That's not necessary."

"But."

"Speaking of which, how do you know these things?" Zhan's eyes stared at her sharply.

Her heart skipped a beat. "Dad gave me your old housekeeper's phone number. I asked him about it. I also went to the hospital to see Miss Dong."

"You really have a lot of things going on." He frowned displeased.

She knew he would blame her. Jian Yian smiled wryly at herself. "Muyu!"

"Stop talking." He didn't allow her to bring up the topic that he didn't want to discuss in depth, and deliberately broke the gloom on his face with a bad smile. "Didn't you say you made pasta? I'm hungry."

She sighed silently. "Okay, just wait a minute, dinner will be served soon."

"Where are you going with these two lunch boxes?"

During lunch time, Jian Yian hurriedly left the company with her lunch box. Just as Xia Yumo came back from visiting a client, the two met by chance in the lobby on the first floor.

"I made an appointment with someone for a picnic." She smiled sweetly.

"Picnic?" Xia Yumo suddenly had an idea in his mind, remembering that the office building of [Enyu Group] was also nearby. "Oh, I really envy that person. Not only does he have delicious lunch boxes to eat, but he also has a beautiful wife to accompany him." He sighed jokingly.

"Senior." Jian Yi looked at him seriously.

"What?" "You've become glib." Xia Yumo was stunned, and a deep laugh rolled out of his throat. "I can't help it. As long as I think about how Ke Mu choked me when he came to the office that day, I can't help but find it funny." He paused meaningfully. "An'an, do you think your husband is a bit naive?"

Isn’t it just a little bit? It's very childish! In any case, it is not the turn of outsiders to criticize.

"Senior, if you say that, I will get angry." She raised her eyes and warned half-seriously.

"Okay, I won't say anything anymore." Xia Yumo is very sensible. After all, this is a time when the company needs people, and important employees cannot be easily offended. "You go have a picnic!"

"Yes, senior, I will be back as soon as possible."

Jian Yian said goodbye to her boss, crossed two blocks with brisk steps, and arrived at the office building of Enyu Group. The guard knew her identity and sent her upstairs with a smile. She came to her husband's office excitedly and was surprised to find that he was not there. Strange, didn't they make an appointment? She turned around hesitantly, and Song Qihong happened to come in. When the two women met, they were extremely jealous, especially Song Qihong, whose eyes flashed with anger.

Jian Yian maintained her demeanor and asked politely: "Excuse me, is Mu Yu not in the company?"

"He was just notified that he was in critical condition and went to the hospital."

"Notification of critical illness?" She was shocked. ""who is it? "Is it my father-in-law? When did he go to the hospital

"Who knows?" Song Qihong said impatiently, "In any case, he is not the chairman."

If it wasn’t my father-in-law, who could it be

Jian Yian was suspicious. She didn't expect her husband to have any friends who were hospitalized. Just as she was thinking about it, Song Qihong's sharp voice suddenly penetrated her eardrums.

"You must be very proud of yourself recently, right?"

She raised her eyes in astonishment and faced Song Qihong's pale and beautiful face.

"Don't think that by forcing Muyu to let me resign, you can sit back and relax and be your Mrs. Ke," Song Qihong said through gritted teeth. "I'm telling you, it's not that simple!"

"You said, Mu Yu wants you to resign?" Jian Yian confirmed suspiciously.

"You don't have to pretend to be stupid!" Song Qihong snorted disdainfully, thinking she was making a show. "Didn't you force him to do this? He said he didn't want you to be jealous, so he wanted me to leave." Is that so

Jian Yi'an's heart was so full that she suddenly recalled that when she was at her parents' home in Taichung, her husband once told her that if she was unhappy, he could fire her secretary at any time...

It turned out that it was not a joke to tease her.

She curled her lips sweetly, and with the blessing of her husband's shield of love, she was able to fight her opponents without any worries.

"Actually, Mu Yu is also thinking about you, Secretary Song." She raised her voice calmly, "With your qualifications and talents, it is a bit unfair to be the secretary to the vice president."

"I'm not afraid of not being able to find a job," Song Qihong raised her voice angrily. She was just unconvinced. Why couldn't she change her ex-boyfriend's heart after she had been his secretary for nearly two years? She originally thought that after his divorce, the two of them would have a chance to get back together, but unexpectedly, he decided to make the contract marriage fake come true. "Don't think you've won, Jian Yi'an. Mu Yu is just having fun for a while. This is his personality. The more challenging the game, the more he loves it!" She shook her words bitterly, paused for two seconds, and a flash of light flashed in her eyes. Malice. "Do you know why he chased me when we were in school?"

"Please tell me." Jian Yian encouraged with a half-smile.

"Because I made him look bad. When he first entered the school, his grades were very bad. He only managed to get admission with family donations. I despise this kind of young man the most. He asked me to dance at the dance; I refused him, you Do you know what he did?" Song Qi's red eyelashes were slightly curved, with a clear provocation in her lips. "From then on, he worked hard and studied hard, and won first place at the end of the semester." "So you agreed to his pursuit?" Jian Yian answered intelligently.

"That's right!" Song Qihong nodded proudly. "I like smart and motivated people, and Mu Yu does the same." She crossed her arms over her chest and mocked maliciously. "He is just playing games with you because you caught him off guard and aroused his competitive spirit. You must not think that he falls in love with you."

Jian Yi stared at her quietly. "I will also return these words to you."

"What?" She was stunned.

"According to what you said, Mu Yu has never really loved you. He just regards you as a difficult pursuit object, and he is also playing games with you."

"You!" Song Qihong didn't expect that her provocation would lead to the opponent's general turning back, and she was at a loss for the moment.

"You are out, Miss Song." Jian Yian pointed out sharply, her clear eyes shining with strange waves. "Now it's a game between me and Mu Yu, a duel between me and him. As for who of us loses and who wins, I won't worry about it." After saying that, she left gracefully and no longer had a meaningless argument with her husband's ex-girlfriend. Confrontation. Because the person she must defeat is not her—

When Ke Muyu arrived at the hospital, the patient who made him anxiously come was temporarily out of danger, and his high-hanging heart finally settled down. Under the guidance of the nurse, he quietly walked into the intensive care unit and looked at the patient lying on the bed.

Her face was pale. She had not been seen for many years, and she had become much older. Time and illness had left cruel traces on her body at the same time.

She is Miss Dong, his last nanny.

Ke Muyu pulled up a chair and sat down next to the hospital bed. Ever since his wife informed him that Ms. Dong was seriously ill, he had remained calm on the surface, but in fact he had quietly inquired about which hospital she was staying in and contacted Ye's attending doctor.

It turned out that he didn't want to see her, he just wanted to take care of her secretly and see if he could help her at the end of her life so that she could have a more peaceful life. Unexpectedly, he received a critical illness notice from the hospital today. He didn't have time to think about it and hurried to her. Come. In fact, what can he do? There was only a short-term fate between them, and he never thought about meeting her again, let alone what to say when they did. Perhaps, he should thank her for spending time with him during his loneliest childhood. Maybe he could tell her that although he was always cold to her, he actually liked her very much.

Yes, among all the nannies who had taken care of him, this one was the one he remembered most deeply...

The woman on the hospital bed let out a weak moan and moved slightly.

He was startled and leaned over to look at her carefully. She seemed to be awake, her eyelashes were trembling, and it took a lot of effort to open her dim eyes.

A faint sourness suddenly surged in his chest.

"Who are you?" Miss Dong forced her eyes open, trying to recognize who he was.

His heart tightened. "I'm Ke Muyu, you used to be... my nanny."

"It's... you." She moved the corners of her mouth hard, as if she wanted to smile, but in vain. "Your wife... came to see me."

"Yes, I know." His voice was hoarse. "Did she bother you?"

She pursed her lips instead of shaking her head. "I'm... happy." There was a pause. "You've grown up."

The look in her eyes when she looked at him was so kind and full of nostalgia. He was shocked and speechless for a moment.

"Are you...happy?" Her eyes were distracted. She could see that she was very tired, but she still couldn't hide her joy. She wanted to inquire about his current situation and wanted to know whether the children she had taken care of were doing well. Ke Muyu secretly held his palms, suppressing his excitement. "I'm fine. I came here today to thank you."

She raised her eyebrows questioningly, as if asking him why he was thanking him.

He narrowed his eyes and told himself that if he didn't say some things now, he might never have the chance to say them again. He must bravely express his gratitude to her.

"I'm very grateful to you. At that time, you didn't take care of me as overly enthusiastically as other nannies. I actually didn't like how meticulous they were, because it would only make me complain about my mother even more! Why can a nanny who is not related by blood treat me so well? I'm good, but my biological mother can't? I don't want to compare my mother with my nanny, because she... is my mother after all..." He paused suddenly, his voice stuck in his throat.

Because she is his mother, even though she has always been indifferent to him and never really cared about him, he still loves her, or should I say, he wants to love her. If he can love his mother, it means that he is not too bad. A child deserves to be loved and cared for by his parents.

He just hopes that he can be loved by his parents like other children...

Ke Muyu gritted his teeth and tried hard to find a space to breathe in Mojie's sore chest. "The other nannies all want to replace my mother in taking care of me. I know they all pity me, but I can't accept it. You are the only one who is very strict with me, as if you don't care about me at all."

"It's not... like that." Miss Dong's lips trembled, trying to explain.

"You don't have to explain, I know you did it on purpose." He whispered sadly. "You know what I'm thinking, so you treat me like that. You do it to reassure me, so that I don't have to worry about betraying my biological mother."

"You... really understand." Her voice was low and almost inaudible, but he could still clearly hear her relief.

She moved her hand tremblingly, and he knew she wanted to hold him, so he took the initiative to reach out.

The two of them held hands and looked at each other quietly. With just one look and a smile, they could express so many emotions, joys and sorrows.

At the door of the ward, a thin choking sound suddenly sounded.

Ke Muyu turned around in shock and faced a simple and elegant face, that was his wife. She gazed at him with nostalgia, with tears in her eyes but a slight smile on her lips.

That smile is indescribably transparent and beautiful.