Love Burns Out: Mr. Li Loves Me

Looking at Li Zhengting's playful eyes, Wen Rong knew his own limitations. Perhaps in his opinion, Mr. Li probably didn't care at all about what happened last night.

Wen Rong looked down at himself, looking like a disabled person. He threw off the quilt and got out of bed carefully. He thought his ankle would be very painful, but it moved freely. Apart from a little soreness, there was no pain at all.

I never knew Aunt Lan had such a good skill.

Wen Rong even thought about poaching Aunt Lan after the divorce, but of course it was just a thought.

Li Zhengting's deep and handsome face was bathed in the morning light, with water dripping from the ends of his hair, just like an ancient Greek statue, full of divinity that cannot be desecrated. If there was more compassion in his eyes, it would be even more like it.

He had just returned from morning exercise and felt that she was still asleep, so he took a shower in the guest bathroom for fear of waking her up.

Unexpectedly, she woke up and stared at her ankle in a daze.

"Your ankle is not broken, but if you dance a few more times in Jazz, you may not be sure."

Wen Rong knew that he was not lying to her. Last night's dance was just a last-ditch effort. If she danced again, she might really become disabled.

But it was not Li Zhengting's turn to say this!

After all, the person in this world who has the least right to blame her is Li Zhengting.

Wen Rong was angry. When she saw that annoying face early in the morning, she spoke out what was in her mind directly -

"Today is Monday. My documents are in my bag. Let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce."

Her tone was calm, as if she was stating that today was a good day, full of calmness.

The air was stagnant for a few seconds, so long that Wen Rong began to feel uneasy.

Li Zhengting stared at her with his eyes, his gaze was like burning a thousand-foot-long brocade to ashes, "Wen Rong, when will you realize that the things between you and me, from the day you used tricks and schemes to marry me, have been out of your control."

Wen Rong's breath was caught.

"I explained it to you at the beginning. I don't know why I appeared in that room. When I woke up, I was already like that. I am a victim just like you..."

A sneer interrupted her words, as loud as a slap in the face.

"Victim? Aren't you the one who has been secretly in love with me for ten years and loves me to death?"

Wen Rong's face turned visibly pale.

It turned out that he had known it all along, and thought that he could see into other people's minds, but now, like a rat in a sewer, he was dragged out into the sunlight, accepting the whipping of the favored one.

Time and again, deep into the bone marrow.

"If marrying someone you've loved for ten years is called a victim, then what is Yanyan, who was provoked by you to the point of having a car accident, ruining her career and dreams, and was so desperate that she went abroad to heal her injuries?"

"She treated you as her best friend, but you actually stabbed Yanyan in the back and shamelessly coveted her boyfriend, Wenrong. You can't have it all."

Wen Rong stopped talking, lowered his eyes, and stopped arguing.

After a long while, he whispered, "In this case, divorce this shameless woman like me, and I don't love you anymore."

Unexpectedly, the next second Li Zhengting snorted disdainfully.

"You think I care? Your feelings, your wishes, your thoughts, everything about you, everything except your body, I don't care at all!"

Wen Rong was so excited that she wanted to get out of bed, but she heard a cold voice saying, "Your Wen family just took 2 billion from me. Go ask around and find out if Li Zhengting's money is so easy to make."

Wen Rong closed her eyes and gritted her teeth and said, "Within a year, I will return the 2 billion to you without a cent less, including the principal and interest. If I can do it, then we will get a divorce."

Li Zhengting seemed to have heard something out of the ordinary. The hostility in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by a smile. He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged lazily, "Okay, whatever you want, if you really have the ability."

……

I thought we were going to part on bad terms, but Li Zhengting had a sour face and said impatiently, "Now, come over here and blow dry my hair!"

Wen Rong was stunned and didn't react.

She felt that this man was really unreasonable! They were just at loggerheads, and now he was enslaving her to blow dry his hair. He was really an evil capitalist who was exploiting people's surplus value.

Besides, doesn’t he have hands?

Finally, Wen Rong compromised and went to the bathroom to get out the Dyson. She ran her fingers through his smooth, wet hair, and the low-frequency sound of blowing air lingered around the two of them.

I don’t know whose voice has been disturbed.