Lin Yuxi clenched the fabric in her hand, and her whole face was red, but it was not a blush of shame, but a blush caused by anger and humiliation.
"What do you mean?"
What's the meaning?
Maybe he was drunk and spoke his mind.
She seemed to have suffered some extremely humiliating reaction, like a needle gently pricking Zhou Yanjing's nerve endings.
Frustration and sullenness hit Mr. Tuesday’s self-esteem. Like the beat of a chaotic drum, he was both awake and demented. A frivolous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he said:
"What else could it mean?"
He stepped up and walked to Lin Yuxi step by step, with a sense of aggression in every sloppy step.
Force her into a blind corner with no way out.
"What are you doing?" She wanted to get out from the side, but Zhou Yanjing dragged her back and pressed her against the cabinet.
The cloth on her body was stretched thin, and she couldn't stand in front of her. Zhou Yanjing's fingertips touched her back.
It was unintentional at first, but when I touched it, I rubbed it a few times. It felt delicate and smooth, like water tofu, with a slight moisture.
The air was filled with her scent, which penetrated his nose moistly and lively.
Zhou Yanjing breathed heavily.
I really don’t want to leave.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze was deep and hard to distinguish, and his tone was completely frivolous, like a cynical swinger who indulged in love.
"Lin Yuxi, why don't you stay with me for a few more years? I have everything my elder brother has, and I can do everything he knows. I can give you whatever you want..."
Before he could finish his words, he was slapped away with a loud slap.
Lin Yuxi's entire palm was numb from the huge force: "Zhou Yanjing, you are such a bastard!"
Her voice was trembling at the end, and her whole body was trembling with grief and anger.
"I just want a little respect and treat me as a human being, not a toy that you play with on a whim and throw away when you get tired of it!"
Zhou Yanjing kept tilting his head and didn't move or speak for a long time.
That slap seemed to use up all Lin Yuxi's strength.
What kind of person have you ever loved? To this day, she seems to be increasingly unable to see clearly.
It just felt sad that she had ever loved such a person.
"What kind of woman do you want? If one is not enough, you can find two more, three more, whatever you want."
"There are a lot of people who are more beautiful than me. They are all more informed and interesting than me. They will make you happy, Mr. Tuesday."
"Please let me go." Lin Yuxi said exhaustedly, "I beg you, please let me go."
After a while, Zhou Yanjing laughed softly, like a smile, but not a smile. There were incomprehensible emotions in his eyes.
He straightened his clothes, regained his noble demeanor, and apologized calmly:
"Sorry, I drank too much, so you thought I didn't say anything."
Lin Yuxi looked at him, still wary.
Zhou Yanjing took half a step back and put his hands in his pockets. His posture was calm and his eyes were clear, as if he had sobered up or had never been drunk before.
"Let's go, let me talk to the old lady. She's not sick, she's just pretending, and she just secretly asked someone to deliver food."
Lin Yuxi randomly took some clothes from the closet, went to the bathroom to change into them, and then stuffed all her belongings in the room into her bag.
Zhou Yanjing was still standing where he was, but his back was turned to her at some point.
He leaned against the door and watched her movements silently, as if he was distracted and didn't know where to focus.
"See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow," Lin Yuxi said.
He said: "Okay."
Lin Yuxi went downstairs to her grandma's room and knocked on the door. When she opened the door, Aunt Zhao was hiding the fried chicken in the bedside table in a panic.
"..."
Aunt Zhao's movements froze under Lin Yuxi's gaze, and the air was strangely silent for a moment.
The old lady on the bed looked like she was going to die in the next second: "I don't know how many more KFCs I can eat in this life..."
Lin Yuxi didn't make a fuss and asked her why she was pretending to be sick. She just said, "If you are really hungry, just take a few bites, but you can't eat more of this. You have to take care of your own health."
Grandma heard that her tone was not right, and saw the bag in her hand. She became anxious and sat up like a flashback.
"Where are you going with your things? Do you want to leave?"
"Do you already know about my divorce from Zhou Yanjing?" Lin Yuxi asked.
Grandma couldn't pretend anymore, so she opened the quilt and was about to get out of bed: "We were fine before, why should we get divorced! Did this little brat just bully you again? I'll beat him to death!"
Lin Yuxi stopped the old lady who was about to beat her grandson angrily.
"We have never been on good terms. He didn't love me, and I don't love him anymore. I got married for you in the first place. We agreed for three years. Since you are in good health now, don't force it anymore."
"Who said he doesn't love you anymore? Don't listen to the nonsense of people outside. I know my grandson..."
Lin Yuxi: "He said it himself."
"What?" The old lady almost didn't come up in one breath.
Lin Yuxi helped her back to the bed and let her lie down.
She sat by the bed for a while and said softly: "Grandma, I have been really sad these past three years and not happy at all. Please stop forcing me, okay?"
The old lady looked at her peaceful look, her eyes red with distress: "How could this happen..."
Lin Yuxi smiled at her, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Although I divorced him and will no longer be a member of the Zhou family, I will always regard you as my relative in my heart. I will come to see you often. If you Just call me if you want me, our relationship has nothing to do with them."
She helped the old lady tuck in the quilt, picked up her bag and stood up.
The old lady opened the quilt again: "I'll give it to you."
Lin Yuxi couldn't resist and asked Aunt Zhao to put a thick coat on her.
Lao Liu was already waiting in the yard. The heating in the car was turned on in advance, so it wasn't cold.
Grandma kept taking her to the car, and told Lao Liu to deliver her safely to her door before coming back.
She held Lin Yuxi's hand and kept giving instructions for a long time. In the end, there was really nothing to say, so she reluctantly let go.
"I'll let grandma know that she's safe when I get home."
Lin Yuxi held back: "Yes. I'm leaving, grandma."
When the car drove out of the yard, the old man's figure looking around could not be seen in the rearview mirror, and Lin Yuxi's tears finally rolled down uncontrollably.
She bent down and covered her eyes, her palms slowly filled with tears, overflowing from her fingers.
Until he could no longer suppress the sobs in his throat, and his suppressed sobs made Lao Liu look back several times.
As a driver, he should not have interfered with his employer's private affairs, but Lin Yuxi was not much older than her daughter. Seeing her crying without making a sound, it was hard for Old Liu not to be moved.
"Actually, the Second Young Master cares about you very much."
Lin Yuxi put her sleeves on her eyes and slowly calmed down: "Uncle Liu, you are the only one in the world who says this."
Old Liu sighed silently.
He didn't know how the two people could be like this. They were so loving when they first got married, and they both seemed to care about each other.
He remembered that the last time Lin Yuxi got drunk in a bar, Zhou Yanjing went to pick her up and held her on his lap the whole time when she went home.
Lin Yuxi was so drunk that she was unconscious. He held her, pinched her nose, rubbed her face, and talked to the woman who was sleeping in his arms:
"I'll be able to sell you if I sleep like this."
"Lin Yuxi, will I find my way home if I sell you?"
After a while, he changed his mind again and kissed her on the lips: "Forget it, I won't sell it."
"I'm so stupid, I'm afraid you won't be able to get me back."
