At two o'clock in the morning, Mu Wanqing, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up again by the crying of her children.
She sat up in difficulty, took her sister from the confinement nanny's arms, untied her clothes skillfully in a daze, and breastfed the baby.
The room became quiet again, and just as she closed her eyes and continued to be confused, there was another movement at the door.
I thought it was the confinement sister-in-law who came in carrying her twin brother. Unexpectedly, I turned my eyes and saw a familiar figure.
Mu Wanqing's heart tightened, her eyes came into contact with the man's handsome and indifferent face, and she froze——
At two o'clock in the morning, her husband finally came back...
That day two hours ago was their second wedding anniversary. Apparently, he didn't remember it at all.
Wen Zhan met her eyes, and there was a momentary pause between his eyebrows. Then, the two of them moved away in tacit understanding.
The man's straight long legs walked into the bedroom, and immediately a strong smell of alcohol filled the air.
Mu Wanqing frowned secretly, disgusted with drunk men.
Wen Zhan approached and saw that the crib was empty, and said in a low voice, "Where is my son?"
The woman didn't even raise her head and replied coldly: "Aunt Zhou is going to hug her."
After the words were spoken, the room became even more silent, but Mu Wanqing's tired and sleepy brain was completely awake.
Wen Zhan, who was standing aside, said no more. He took off his tie with one hand and unbuttoned his shirt one by one with his long fingers.
He didn't deliberately look at the woman, but her open skirt and jade-white skin seemed to be glowing when she was breastfeeding, attracting his attention.
The baby was sucking breast milk, and the sound of swallowing was particularly clear in the silent night. The appearance of eating happily made people inexplicably very appetizing, and they wanted to taste whether her "ration" was really so delicious.
Realizing what was going on in his mind, Wen Zhan felt agitated, secretly scolded himself for being a pervert, and turned towards the bathroom.
"塿咚" A knock on the door not only startled Mu Wanqing, but also made the chubby little body in her arms tremble.
The woman looked at the closed bathroom door, frowning and looking coldly - something was wrong! No one messes with him!
The phone dinged, diverting her attention.
This text message in the middle of the night must be spam.
Unexpectedly, when he took it out and took a look, his head exploded, as if he had been slapped in the face.
[Wen Zhan drank too much. Make him some sobering tea, otherwise he will have a headache tomorrow morning. 】
Sender - Lu Kejun.
Mu Wanqing stared at the screen for a long time, holding the phone with her fingers uncontrollably, and her knuckles turned white.
This is a naked challenge and humiliation from a love rival, clearly saying: Look, your husband is with me.
And with this bossy attitude, he treated her as a servant, as if she was the mistress.
After a while, Mu Wanqing calmed down, pushed back the smoldering arrogance in her chest, and replied: [Either I abdicate in favor of someone worthy of my place, and you can take Mrs. Wen's seat? 】
There was no news from there, and he was probably very angry - after all, Lu Kejun also had a family.
Mu Wanqing threw down her phone with a pale expression.
Although she got back a win, her heart was still very clogged.
On their second wedding anniversary, her husband drank and talked with the woman he loved until late at night...
What were they talking about? Lu Kejun's husband is also accompanying him? Or are they alone?
A bunch of question marks crowded into my mind...
In the bathroom, the man stood under the shower head, and the steaming water poured over his tall and lean body, washing away the fatigue and alcohol, but inexplicably awakening the slightest desire.
Closing his eyes, facing the water with his handsome face, his mind couldn't help but recall the scene just now - it was obviously a scheming green tea, but at that moment, his whole body was shining with the brilliance of mother's love.
What a hell!
Wen Zhan's face suddenly turned cold and he raised his hand to adjust the water temperature.
Soon, the icy cold water poured down, and the irritability, depression and even hunger in his eyes disappeared in an instant, leaving only indifference and alienation.
He deliberately lingered in the bathroom, wanting to wait for the woman outside to fall asleep before going out.
But he underestimated the difficulty of feeding two babies at the same time.
When the bathroom door opened, Mu Wanqing had just fed her son. Her daughter, who had been fed first, had already been given to her confinement nurse to take her to bed.
Without even looking at the man, she hugged her son and settled sideways on the bed.
The man was carrying ice-cold water vapor, and his tall and tall body was full of pressure as he walked towards the bed.
The mattress moved.
Her heart also trembled slightly.
Although they have been a couple for two years, they have only a handful of interactions. She is so cautious every time they are together.
Because there is no emotional basis for their union, and it is wrong for the two Yemeni families to be together.
The reason why she was able to marry into a wealthy family was due to the fateful friendship between the two families' ancestors.
Decades ago, Wen Zhan's grandfather and her grandfather were both veterans of the Anti-Japanese War. On the battlefield, Grandpa risked his life to save Mr. Wen, but he also lost a leg and became disabled.
After retiring from the army, the two old men lost contact.
It was not until a few years ago that his grandfather was seriously ill and was hospitalized that Mr. Wen found his former comrades. Unfortunately, his grandfather passed away within a few days of the reunion.
Mr. Wen felt extremely guilty and thought that if he had found his comrades earlier, he would have been able to repay more kindness.
This guilt immediately turned into love for Mu Wanqing. From then on, Mr. Wen took care of her as his own granddaughter.
Unfortunately, Mr. Wen was diagnosed with gastric cancer two years ago and did not have much time left.
The old man's only wish is to see his comrade's granddaughter find a good home before he dies.
The wealth does not go to outsiders, so the old man actively brought Wen Zhan and Mu Wanqing together, hoping that the two could achieve success.
This marriage was achieved through coercion and inducement.
But Wen Zhan has someone in his heart, and Mu Wanqing also knows that he is too high to reach it.
I thought that with their cooperation, they would divorce peacefully after the old man returned to the west.
Unexpectedly, they later had a relationship by accident, and what was even more coincidental was that she became pregnant with twins in one fell swoop.
I'm afraid divorce is not that simple.
Where this marriage will go now, no one knows...
Every time Wen Zhan came back, Mu Wanqing was prepared for him to propose divorce at any time, with her heart hanging in the air.
But in fact, he didn't bother to talk to himself at all.
Just like tonight, although the two of them were sleeping in the same bed, the indifferent atmosphere was enough to freeze the air in the entire room.
In the suffocating silence, Mu Wanqing made sure that her son was asleep, and her patting hands gradually left.
Her underwear got wet while breastfeeding just now, so she leaned forward to get a soft cotton tissue and thought about using it to cushion her, then turned off the bedside lamp.
Wen Zhan, who was under the influence of alcohol, had already fallen asleep, lying flat on his back with his eyes closed and breathing deeply.
Mu Wanqing sat back and glanced at him quietly. Seeing that he had closed his eyes and slept, she rustled in the dark and arranged her wet pajamas.
Just when she was about to finish it, a man's displeased voice suddenly came from the silent and dark night: "What are you still doing? Go to sleep!"
She was startled and quickly turned around to explain: "It's almost..."
Because her son was sleeping on the other side of her, she was afraid of squeezing the little guy, so when she lay down, she instinctively moved towards the man. Unexpectedly, she moved too much when she was nervous. When she was about to lie down, she reached out and touched him, and she happened to be leaning on his arm.
"hiss--"
The woman was frightened and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was careless, you..."
Wen Zhan was furious, "The bed is so big, you have to sit next to me?"
Mu Wanqing was startled by his sudden anger, but she quickly calmed down and explained again: "I'm just afraid of overwhelming my son. Since you reject me so much, you can go to another room."
This is the truth.
Anyway, the two of them have no feelings, so why should they sleep in the same bed?
There are so many rooms in the house, where can’t I sleep?
When Wen Zhan heard this, he could feel the strong dissatisfaction bursting out of him in the darkness, "Mu Wanqing, what qualifications do you have to drive me away? Do you think that after giving birth to twins, your status as mistress will be stable?" "
"That's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?"
It was almost three o'clock in the morning. Mu Wanqing was exhausted physically and mentally from breastfeeding several times throughout the night. She didn't want to quarrel with the man at all, so she was silent for two seconds and suddenly said: "Wen Zhan, let's get a divorce."
