Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She put her hand on Xia Ruoxin’s shoulder again. “Xia Ruoxin, listen to me and get a divorce. Stop going on like this. I’m afraid that if this continues, you’ll even end up without bones.”
She persuaded her earnestly, her eyes unwittingly darting back to the table behind Xia Ruoxin. She was glad that it was her who sat facing this direction so she was able to see.
“Divorce?” Xia Ruoxin unconsciously tightened her grip on the cup and shook her head fervently. “No, I won’t get a divorce. Definitely not.” If they divorced, she would have nothing to do with him anymore. Just thinking about not being able to meet him in the future, not being able to live with him under the same roof together, and having absolutely no connections with each other… made her heart ache. No, she was not even willing to think about it.
“I really want to know what your brain is thinking.” Jiang Yao took a big gulp of her juice, speechless by her stubbornness.
“I don’t know what I’m thinking either. I just know that I’m not leaving, even if…” Xia Ruoxin smiled bitterly, pressing the cup to her face. At first, it was a cold cup, and then it was wet and hot juice.
She didn’t need too much; she just needed a little.
He could not love her enough, but she wanted to love him properly.
That was enough, really.
“I think by the time I’m back, I’ll be collecting your corpse.” Jiang Yao put down the cup in her hand with a heavy heart and stood up, pulling Xia Ruoxin’s hand and trying to leave the place as fast as possible. “Let’s go, Ruoxin, I don’t like this place. Let’s change venues.”
Xia Ruoxin was dragged up by her passively, and she asked, puzzled, “Jiang Yao, you’ve always liked this place. You said it was quiet and still, and you said that just now, too, when we came. What’s the sudden change?”
“I said I don’t like it, and so I don’t like it. I’m tired of this place, and I want a change of scenery. Is that not all right?” Jiang Yao pulled Xia Ruoxin to the exit forcefully, as if escaping from something.
Xia Ruoxin was tugged and could only move forward helplessly. She did not understand what had happened to Jiang Yao, but she looked back abruptly. Her eyes widened at the sight of two people. One was Chu Lui, but who was the woman? Why were they eating together?
Chu Lui suddenly reached his hand out to the edge of the woman’s lips as if trying to help her wipe away the crumbs of food from her mouth. The woman blushed and grabbed his hand.
This scene belonged to that of lovers, their sweet feelings capable of making people envious. They… should not be doing this, they really should not have been doing so. If they were lovers, then where did that leave her?
This was the reason he was not willing to bother with her anymore. No, that couldn’t be, that could not be. She wiped away the tears on her face furiously. She must have been mistaken. That man only looked like Chu Lui, but it was not him.
Yes, she was mistaken, she must be. No matter how many times she rubbed her eyes, no matter how many times her eyes became clear and blurred again—his brows, his eyes, his effortlessly smiling lips. They all belonged to Chu Lui. They all belonged to her husband.
No matter how much she persuaded herself, she was unable to deny that the man was Chu Lui, her husband.
“Ruoxin, I’ll bring you to this place I just thought of.” Jiang Yao still continued pulling Xia Ruoxin forward, but she felt a chill over the back of her hand suddenly. It was unexpectedly scorching.