Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

Qin Huai sighed softly, a helpless smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, "It's really fate that this little world of tenderness and sweetness should belong to you. Alas, there's no point in saying more."

This time, Qin Huai silently stopped talking without waiting for Lin Xuan to respond, and there was a barely perceptible melancholy in the air.

Lin Xuan's face was frosty and he was about to leave, but he happened to see Ye Wanqing gently handing Qin Zhuyu an exquisite thermos in the car.

His eyes dimmed for a moment, his brows furrowed, and he walked towards his car with heavy steps.

After getting into the car, Lin Xuan suddenly realized that he was a little drunk. He rubbed his temples gently, his fingertips jumping on the screen of his mobile phone, and called a designated driver.

However, Qin Zhuyu was not actually drunk. After Ye Wanqing carefully helped her into the car, she sat there upright with clear eyes, without any sign of drunkenness at all.

Ye Wanqing took out a thermos from the side, which contained the hangover soup she had carefully prepared. She spoke with a hint of worry:

"Still feeling bad, Jewel?"

Qin Zhuyu shook her head slightly, and when she met Ye Wanqing's caring eyes, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Wanqing, to tell you the truth, I'm not actually drunk."

Her alcohol tolerance was not outstanding, but she was not so vulnerable.

However, whenever her eyes met Lin Xuan, her mood would involuntarily ripple.

Regardless of whether the marriage between Ye Wanqing and Lin Xuan was just a formality, Lin Xuan's indifference and alienation towards Ye Wanqing during those years were enough to make any bystander feel chilled.

Sometimes, Ye Wanqing just asked Lin Xuan softly with full of concern, but what she got was his cold face, and he was reluctant to give her even a trace of warmth in return.

Not to mention those nights when Lin Xuan came back drunk and Ye Wanqing drove to greet him, but all she got in return was his cold words:

"Where's the driver?" It seemed as if her appearance was not what he expected at all.

The most heartbreaking time was when Ye Wanqing was waiting for him with a carefully prepared hangover soup in her hands, full of expectations. However, instead of appreciating her kindness, he poured out the soup in the thermos without mercy under her gaze, as if pouring out all her warmth and expectations.

Year after year, as bystanders, they witnessed all of this and had long felt indignant for Ye Wanqing, but Lin Xuan remained consistently indifferent and unmoved.

Ye Wanqing gently unscrewed the lid of the thermos and said softly:

"Be careful, the temperature is still a little high."

She seemed not to have noticed Qin Zhuyu's previous words, and her face still wore that serene smile. Her eyes were like the surface of a lake gently caressed by the spring breeze, sparkling and exuding an intoxicating tenderness.

This quiet and profound tenderness made Qin Zhuyu feel even more apologetic and embarrassed.

"It's so late, and I'm sorry to bother you making this special trip, Wanqing."

Although Qin Zhuyu was not deeply intoxicated, the alcohol had made her a little dazed. She snuggled up to Ye Wanqing like a child, which made people feel pity for her.

Ye Wanqing gently handed the thermos to her lips: "Can you drink it yourself? Be careful, it's hot."

"Of course~"

Qin Zhuyu smiled as brightly as a flower and took the thermos. The feeling of being cared for made her feel warm in her heart.

After just a quick taste, Qin Zhuyu couldn't help but frown. The temperature was indeed a little hot.

Ye Wanqing was quick to move the thermos away.

"It's still a little hot, don't worry."

"It's okay, just a little bit, I can still bear it." Qin Zhuyu said with a smile, as if wanting to prove that she was fine.

"Then enjoy it slowly." Ye Wanqing responded gently, her eyes full of pampering.

Qin Zhuyu nodded obediently, "Wanqing, don't worry, I'm really not so drunk that I can't even tell the difference."

Ye Wanqing curled up the corner of her mouth into a faint smile: "Then I'll drive you home?"

"Okay!" Qin Zhuyu agreed readily.

Along the way, Qin Zhuyu seemed to be completely chattering away, sharing incessantly the interesting stories of Zhao Xiaotang and others, her words full of girlish liveliness and playfulness.

Ye Wanqing listened quietly, occasionally inserting a gentle response or two, as if she was silently guarding Qin Zhuyu's innocence and happiness in this way.

When she returned to the villa, Qin Zhuyu already looked a little sleepy and her eyelids began to droop.

Ye Wanqing carefully helped her out of the car and walked step by step to the guest room:

"Just have a good rest tonight. Don't take a shower. Wash your face first and go to bed, okay?"

Qin Zhuyu nodded repeatedly, with a look of gratitude in her eyes:

"Don't worry, Wanqing, I'm really just a little tipsy, not yet unconscious."

Although Qin Zhuyu repeatedly emphasized that she was not completely drunk, Ye Wanqing could sense some alcohol in her behavior.

She watched Qin Zhuyu wash her face and change into comfortable pajamas patiently before she quietly turned off the lights in the guest room and left.

When closing the door, Ye Wanqing could vaguely hear Qin Zhuyu whispering in the room, muttering some ambiguous words.

A gentle smile appeared on Ye Wanqing's lips. She gently closed the door of the guest room and turned to step into her own world.

After some tidying up, it was already late at night. She packed up and went into the bathroom, ready to end the busy day and welcome some quiet rest.

Late at night, everything is quiet, and the spacious apartment seems even more spacious and quiet under the caress of the moonlight.

Lin Xuan sat alone on the sofa, his body leaning back slightly, his eyes drooping, seemingly having fallen asleep.

However, his consciousness was extremely clear, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining alone.

Since the beginning of last winter, he and Ye Wanqing have been separated for more than half a year.

Although they were both in the prosperous capital, their chance encounters after the divorce were more frequent than he had expected.

Tonight is the birthday of the old man of the Qin family. Although Ye Wanqing's appearance was expected, her late arrival made him feel a little surprised.

Although Qin Zhuyu's acting skills were a bit immature, which made him feel a little bored, when he stood beside Qin Huai and saw Ye Wanqing gently supporting Qin Zhuyu as they walked away, he felt an inexplicable sense of sadness in his heart.

He had a hard time describing this feeling, just like now, late at night when everyone was asleep, he couldn't help but recall the scene of Ye Wanqing picking him up and taking him home.

In the marriage woven by the six-year contract, Ye Wanqing's acting skills were superb. She seemed to have really become his wife, caring and attentive.

Even if he was drunk and called back the driver, she would always drive over without saying a word. Her determination and tenderness made his heart ripple in the quiet night.

Not only did she show up, she also played the role of a gentle and virtuous woman, and even specially prepared a thermos filled with carefully prepared hangover soup.

Everyone present was immersed in the warmth she had woven, but he was the only one who understood that it was all just a show.

She seemed to be enjoying this kind of acting very much, but he, on the other hand, found it all boring and secretly wondered why someone could be so devoted to the play that he forgot the boundary between himself and reality.

That night, he was no longer as indifferent as usual. He slowly reached out his hand and took the thermos filled with sobering soup from her.

At that moment, he clearly caught a glimmer of light in her lake blue eyes.

Then, in front of her, he mercilessly opened the thermos and poured all the hangover soup inside into the trash can.

Qin Huai, standing aside, couldn't help but criticize loudly: "Your behavior is a bit too much, isn't it?"

Is it too much? He asked himself, this is just a fake show, what's too much?

However, she seemed to have not witnessed all this, still maintaining that gentle smile, and even said to him softly:

"Actually, the taste of the hangover soup isn't that bad."

From then on, she would still show up with a thermos every night when he came home drunk, and occasionally she would go to the company in the name of an old lady to deliver a carefully prepared lunch to him.

Her every move revealed that of a considerate wife, as if their marriage had never had a crack and was still as beautiful as when they first met.

In the emotional drama that I perform alone, the only thing that cannot be easily disguised is the fragility and truthfulness when I am sick.

If it weren't for that night when she had a high fever and fell into a coma, and the old lady strictly ordered him to stay by her side, and she repeatedly called his name in her murmurs, he might still stubbornly believe that all this was just a carefully choreographed play by her.

But at that moment, he clearly saw the sincerity in her eyes, which was beyond the reach of acting.

Ye Wanqing, she truly loved him.

Although he could not trace back the exact moment when this love began to sprout, he was sure that she did have a place for him in her heart.

Many nights, when he dozed off, he could feel her gentle gaze gently brushing his face. When he quietly opened his eyes, he could always catch the attachment and affection in her eyes that she had no time to hide.

However, all of this had vanished into the past at the moment of their divorce. Looking back now, the hangover soup that was supposed to be his personal favorite had become a distant memory.

An inexplicable irritation suddenly surged in Lin Xuan's heart.

He wondered why her love could disappear so quickly.

In the empty room, the sound of his breathing echoed, but no one could answer his questions.

Of course, Lin Xuan also understood that he might not need that answer.

After all, his feelings for Ye Wanqing were nothing more than a momentary touch and curiosity.

Yes, it was just a momentary curiosity that caused ripples in his heart, but ultimately failed to create a huge wave.