Shi Mei spoke, already struggling hard to break free.
In front of him, Shi Mei began to straighten up her clothes, pushing down the tears in her eyes, Shi Mei scoffed coldly, "Now that there are no outsiders, Shi Lingyan, stop pretending in front of me. It’s been almost four years, wandering everywhere selling your ’man of deep affection’ persona, aren’t you tired?"
The mockery and disdain in her tone were chilling.
Shi Lingyan’s gaze was dark, his voice slightly cold, "Why?"
Shi Mei picked up the scarf on the sofa and wrapped it around her neck, pulling at her lips, "You should be asking yourself that."
Shi Lingyan stood up, grabbing her arm, "Do I regret marrying Shi Mei?"
Shi Mei was suddenly confronted with her own name and took a moment to catch up.
Seeing her silence, Shi Lingyan became even more certain of this possibility, his voice low and resolute, "Tang Wu, I haven’t forgotten you for a single moment over these years. I thought you were dead, so I married her. Our marriage has always been in name only. She was seriously injured in a car accident to save me, nearly died, and when she woke up, her IQ was that of a five-year-old. I’ve always treated her as a child."
Shi Mei’s eyes were cold, her gaze sidelong towards him.
"No one would develop feelings of attraction for a child. I have the Divorce Agreement ready, just waiting for her to sign..."
"And then?" Shi Mei sneered faintly, "She signs, we divorce, and then, you marry me?"
"Yes," Shi Lingyan held her hand, unconsciously tightening his grip, his low voice carrying an almost imperceptible tremor, "Come back, no matter what you have become, you are my one and only love."
"And what makes you think I would marry a man who’s been married twice?" Shi Mei shook off his hand, "Are you being too presumptuous? Shi Lingyan, you’re not the only man in the world."
Shi Lingyan’s stern face had a momentary collapse, "You still love me!"
"Idiot," Shi Mei laughed coldly, "If I loved you, would I have the heart to stab you?"
That single sentence shattered all of Shi Lingyan’s assumptions.
The always calm and restrained Shi Lingyan’s face turned momentarily pale.
"That stab should have been deeper," Shi Mei leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, "Or perhaps directly here, piercing the organs. In that remote place, by the time you got to the hospital, it would have been too late, right?"
Shi Lingyan’s gaze trembled.
The scent of her familiar perfume filled his nostrils, drifting faintly with her movements.
Was it all because... he married someone else?
Because he did that one wrong thing, she would rather kill him with her own hands?
One more inch, and that stab could have taken his life.
He thought she had shown mercy, but now she was regretting not having killed him with that stab?
A layer of mist clouded Shi Lingyan’s vision, he exclaimed low, "Impossible!"
Shi Mei said nothing more, took two steps back, and hastily headed toward the door.
Shi Lingyan took a few swift steps to block her path, "You’re Commander Tang’s daughter, and you know exactly how to strike fatally. You really can’t bring yourself to kill me."
Shi Mei’s heart skipped a beat.
That sentence tore open the reality she had always been afraid to face.
Her gaze wavering, Shi Mei tugged at the corner of her lips, "It was just a mistake. Doesn’t everyone make mistakes?"
"A mistake?" Shi Lingyan laughed.
Then, he forcefully pulled her hand, his movements rough, causing Shi Mei to panic and struggle, "Shi Lingyan!"
Shi Lingyan dragged her into the kitchen and, without a word, pulled out the sharpest knife from a row of cutlery and pushed it into her hands, "Come on, let’s have a go at one without mistakes."
Wan Lili: I guarantee with my personality, I am an author of sweet fiction (dead serious)