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The originally noisy box fell into silence after Zhou Yongan left.

After he left, discussions about marriage and relationships came to an abrupt end.

The meal was almost over and after chatting for ten minutes, everyone went their separate ways.

When Li Qingwen came out of the box, he deliberately slowed down his pace, fell behind, and kept a distance from everyone.

In the distance, Zhou Xixiang was talking in a low voice with the teacher. She waited quietly by the side and only walked forward after the teacher left.

"Brother, don't take to heart what Yongan said just now." Li Qingwen's fingers hanging at his waist were unconsciously clicked.

His voice was very apologetic and uneasy: "I don't know what's wrong with him."

Zhou Xixiang drank some wine, and his face was slightly flushed due to the alcohol, but his demeanor remained calm and elegant. His tall figure seemed somewhat majestic under the light, but his eyes were deep and complex.

Thinking of what happened just now, Zhou Xixiang frowned slightly: "Did you have a fight?"

Li Qingwen was silent for a moment, and finally stopped hiding it: "We are in the process of divorce."

The information came so suddenly that a hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Xixiang's eyes.

His younger brother Yongan has been involved in gossips over the past year, but he has always believed that his younger brother is not the kind of playboy who doesn't like to be clean, so he always tells Li Qingwen not to care about those things on the Internet.

Unexpectedly, the couple eventually came to this point.

He took a deep puff of cigarette, and a trace of melancholy appeared on his calm face: "Yongan agrees to divorce?"

Li Qingwen nodded: "It has been signed."

Zhou Xixiang frowned even more tightly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and after a while, asked, "Have you told your parents?"

Li Qingwen shook his head: "Not yet."

The cool breeze of the night blew over, and Zhou Xixiang's designated driver had not yet arrived. He stood quietly by the road, looking deeply at the fountain outside the Greenland Building.

Li Qingwen stood aside and called a taxi on his mobile phone.

After a long while, Zhou Xixiang finally spoke up: "These classmates just teased us. Yongan might have heard something outside and misunderstood it."

Why did he appear just now? Didn’t he just come back from the airport? How could he appear in the green space?

Li Qingwen was thinking, but she didn't tell Lao Qian where she was.

Who was he looking for here? Did he just happen to meet her?

Zhou Xixiang's designated driver drove over on a small electric donkey. He threw the cigarette butt into the chimney and turned his eyes to Li Qingwen: "I'll take you home first."

Li Qingwen waved his hand and said, "No need, big brother, I've already called a taxi."

Zhou Xixiang glanced at her, and seemed reluctant to say more because of what had just happened.

After seeing her brother off, the car Li Qingwen called arrived. She got in and told him the last digit of her cell phone number.

The car stopped in front of Jiyue Mansion. Li Qingwen got out of the car, and the sound of her high heels clattering approached the door.

Zhou Yongan, who came back a few minutes earlier than Li Qingwen, was sitting on the sofa in the living room. An ugly dog ​​had been barking at him for several minutes and kept barking: "Woof woof woof..."

Zhou Yongan didn't even change his clothes. He just unbuttoned a few buttons near his neck. He stared at the ugly dog ​​in front of him impatiently and asked Mrs. Fan, "Where did this little thing come from?"

When Mrs. Fan suddenly saw him coming back, she was as happy as if she had seen the God of Wealth arrive. She said, "It was raised by my wife. Her friend gave it to me."

Zhou Yongan lifted his foot and gently pushed the puppy aside, saying, "I'm afraid it won't live long. Li Qingwen's pets never live more than a month."

Mrs. Fan smiled awkwardly, then she remembered, "Second Young Master, you haven't eaten yet, I'll cook for you now."

Zhou Yongan went upstairs to change his clothes and came down. Not long after he sat on the sofa, he saw Li Qingwen coming in.

After not seeing each other for several days, the two people who should have been concerned about each other looked at each other coldly, like the swordsman in a martial arts novel who found out that the murderer of his family was actually his husband, and made the final decision on the cliff.

Zhou Yongan raised his wrist to check the time, stared into her eyes full of hatred, and curled his lips sarcastically: "Coming back so soon, isn't that like your style?"

Li Qingwen threw her bag hard onto the sofa. Little Wukong, who was walking towards her with his tail wagging, was frightened and turned around and walked back.

"Zhou Yongan, is there something wrong with you?"

Zhou Yongan's aura suddenly turned cold, and he gritted his teeth, thinking that he had done nothing wrong: "I am willing to help others, I am kind and generous, and I have a kind heart. Do you think this is a problem?"

He helped her convey the difficult words, but she was still unhappy. If it weren't for him, would a thousand-year-old turtle head like Li Qingwen be able to say those words?

My brother can't read her mind, so how can he understand the feelings she hides in her heart?

He has no idea that he is just a busybody at best.

Li Qingwen's eyes were full of fire, and his voice was trembling. "If you want to ridicule me, ridicule me. Those people are not only my classmates, but also my brother's classmates. You said those words in front of them without any care. Where do you want my brother to put his face?"

Zhou Yongan leaned back on the sofa, a hint of coldness hanging on the corners of his mouth: "They don't know the relationship between you, me and my brother. Do they know that we are married? Didn't you never make it public?"

"They are also teasing you and Big Brother. Why do you get so angry when I say something and even throw wine at me? Why don't you throw a dish on my head? You are really good, Li Qingwen."

Doesn't he know the difference?

Li Qingwen stabbed Zhou Yongan with the sword again: "They did it unintentionally, you did it on purpose!"

His flesh was stabbed and bleeding. Zhou Yongan cried out in pain: "I did it on purpose. Don't you like it? The person you love is Big Brother, right?"

It turned out that when they went out that morning, he said that she didn't love him, but he thought she loved her eldest brother.

Li Qingwen just figured out what was in his mind when a feeling of bitterness surged in his heart. He exerted so much effort that his eyes turned red.

Although the room was warm and windless, she shivered twice. Not good at dealing with quarrels, she sat down holding the armrest of the sofa.

Little Wukong was now wagging his tail again, trying to get closer to her, and a soft hand picked him up and held him in the hand.

Mrs. Fan, who was busy eavesdropping on the quarrel in the kitchen, did not stir the pot for a long time and the food began to smoke.

Zhou Yongan looked at Li Qingwen's silence and smiled sinisterly, "When you got the marriage certificate, wasn't it because of your elder brother that you hesitated?"

Li Qingwen raised her eyes and opened her mouth but could not say anything, because at that time she really liked Zhou Xixiang.

Zhou Xixiang was outstanding in school in terms of appearance, character and ability. There were at least hundreds of girls who liked him, and she was just one of them.

Unlike those girls who could only watch him from afar, Li Qingwen had plenty of opportunities to chat with Zhou Xixiang and explore and discuss chess.

In addition to chess, because they were in the same class, they often discussed textbooks and homework, although most of the time she was the one asking questions and he was the one answering them.

As a result, she saw too many girls crying bitterly after confessing their love to Zhou Xixiang, and ended up in failure.

He is so perfect that he doesn't even treat any girl casually. He always keeps himself clean and believes in love. No one would dislike Zhou Xixiang.