The corner of Wen Nian's mouth was filled with extreme self-deprecation.
Her voice was slightly trembling: "I will divorce you and give you freedom. I won't bother you and you don't want me to. What else do you want me to do?"
"divorce?"
Cheng Yansheng's face suddenly turned stern: "You have a good idea. You can come when you want and leave when you want. Do you think I, Cheng Yansheng, am a rag collector?"
Wen Nian felt that her life was really terrible.
If you get married, you will be bruised and bruised, if you get divorced, you will never be able to leave.
Cheng Yansheng looked like a ghost and vowed to haunt her until death.
Vulnerability suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The man's hand holding the side of her face was not gentle, but he used a little force.
Feeling the pain, Wen Nian did not dodge or resist, like a well-behaved and obedient doll, without even frowning for a second.
"Wen Nian, your debt to me is increasing without decreasing. If you go to bed once every time, I'm afraid you will have to suffer a lot these days. How about..."
"How about that?"
Cheng Yansheng raised his head suddenly, and her face met his.
His breath was hot, and his lips bit the corner of her mouth: "Play something new?"
Hearing the sound, Wen Nian suddenly felt a chill on his back and his hair stood on end.
She knew very well how Cheng Yansheng wanted to play.
Wen Nian's expression suddenly changed several times, and he struggled to turn his face away from his hand.
Didn't wait for the man to react.
She struggled to open the window door, holding on to the iron railing with both hands, and said emotionally: "I don't want it. Don't force me. If you force me again, I will jump down from here. It will not be easy for everyone."
If he died, Cheng Yansheng would not be able to escape the blame.
So, she bet he would relent.
The man stood there without moving, his tight lips opening and closing: "You still never get tired of trying every move."
His tone was full of sarcasm.
Only then did Wen Nian remember that she had done the same thing before to force him to love her.
At that time, she foolishly thought that Cheng Yansheng would love her and pamper her.
She was standing outside, and the lights from the balcony shone down, making her crystal eyes filled with tears look particularly beautiful and vivid.
"Come in."
Cheng Yansheng was obviously impatient and called her coldly.
The woman didn't move, her fingers holding the railing trembling.
He looked at her and walked away.
Until the footsteps gradually faded away and the lights in the study suddenly turned on, Wen Nian was like an inflated balloon, deflated instantly when it was punctured. She slid down the railing and curled up into a ball.
Put your hands around your legs.
A choking sound was squeezed out of his throat.
The tears were salty and flowed down his face into his mouth.
Wen Nian was crying and gasping for breath. She didn't know how much time had passed, but Wen Nian felt cold all over. The wind picked up a biting chill and enveloped her inhumanly.
"Have you cried enough?"
A man's deep and sweet voice fell from above his head.
Cheng Yansheng was condescending and his eyes were cold: "Come in when you've cried enough."
After squatting for too long, Wen Nian couldn't get up. He stayed there for a long time before stretching his legs up on the railing.
The numbness spreads from the sole of the foot to the entire thigh.
She resisted the numbness and returned to normal for six seconds: "I'm tired, let's go rest first."
Cheng Yansheng seemed to have lost interest in tormenting her.
That night, Wen Nian tossed and turned in his sleep, which was very uneasy.
In the middle of the night, my body alternated between cold and hot, and I was covered in cold sweat.
…
In the morning, Wen Nian and Qin Rang took half a day off.
She had to rush to Zhongshan Garden to meet with Song Xinci, whether it was a showdown or intimidation.
The car drove downstairs, but Wen Nian didn't even enter.
I saw a figure in the distance, walking out of the door slowly and obediently.
Song Xinci is not tall.
"Every year."
Wen Nian hurriedly asked her to go downstairs. Song Xinci hadn't even changed into her pajamas. Her face was a bit sleepy and her eyelids were swollen, as if she hadn't slept well last night.
The anger turned into calm and he asked: "How much is left of the three million that I got from Cheng Yansheng?"
There was a flash of surprise in Song Xinci's eyes.
The next second was guilt and self-blame.
"All lost?"
Song Xinci lowered her face and nodded.
Wen Nian felt a wave of anger coming to her head. Tears were squeezing out of her eyes, and she said, "Mom, do you really want me to die?"
There was deep helplessness hidden in the questioning tone.
"Every year, it's my mother's fault..."
"do not talk."
