When they met again, the boss' eyes turned red, kissed her and said sweet words to her

Ye Qingrou was stunned, then realized belatedly, why did she need to explain so much?

Pei Muchuan's already handsome and sharp face became even more oppressive to her: "Ye Qingrou, what are you hiding?"

Her breathing was a little rapid, and Ye Qingrou's thin shoulders were shaking...

In a two-person match, she was never his match.

Just when she was about to be overwhelmed, a strong and safe figure suddenly rushed out from behind her.

"Snapped!"

Aunt Zhang stuck the decades-old yellow talisman that Old Zhang had on the forehead of Chairman Pei, who was attacked because his attention was completely focused on Ye Qingrou.

"Heaven and earth, please help the Supreme Lord Laojun to appear..."

Aunt Zhang stomped her feet and pointed at Pei Muchuan: "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

There was an eerie silence for several seconds.

Pei Muchuan tore off the yellow talisman and threw it on the ground. His face turned as dark as a storm and he was about to get angry.

Aunt Zhang, however, was very alert and took a few steps back, her eyes darting around him, looking at him like a monkey in a zoo. "Now, are you awake?"

Pei Muchuan rubbed his brows, extremely annoyed, but said calmly: "Get out."

He only cared about these paintings now. He stared at Ye Qingrou again and said, "Answer my question."

Aunt Zhang walked into the corridor and suddenly poked her head out: "Don't be so self-indulgent!"

"Qingrou has drawn so many pictures. Do you think she only drew you?"

"She just likes to draw handsome guys. She's drawn Daniel, Edward, and Fu Cheng... She's drawn them all! So what? Drawing handsome guys is illegal!"

Ye Qingrou looked at Pei Muchuan's sharp eyebrows and eyes, which were filled with anger that could not be released. His face looked as handsome as if he had opened a dyeing workshop. She took a deep breath and turned to walk out.

"stop!"

A gloomy voice roared.

Before she could react, her wrist was grabbed and pulled hard.

"boom!"

The door was slammed shut.

Pei Muchuan pressed her against the door panel, pinched her chin, and the sound of his rapid breathing reached her ears clearly: "When did it start?"

Ye Qingrou was pinned down by him, unable to move. She turned away coldly, "It's inexplicable."

"Ye Qingrou, when did you start...liking me?"

The man's voice suddenly lowered and trembled.

Her heart trembled, Ye Qingrou looked up, and the moment they looked at each other, she saw that his eyes were gradually turning red.

She stared blankly at the box of old paintings.

The sun outside shifted, and the sunlight coming through the window went to the other side, and the box of old paintings disappeared into the darkness again.

She suddenly felt it was absurd. She had placed these paintings in the studio and hoped countless times that he would open the door, even just to take a look.

Perhaps he would be able to sense the feelings that had been suffocating her for years but that she was unable to express to him.

Perhaps there will be a glimmer of hope for their marital stalemate.

However, he never set foot in her studio.

He just treated her as a decoration called "wife" and didn't care what she thought or did.

He would only linger in the room on the top floor again and again, obsessed with reminiscing about his Cheng Yu.

And she, sitting alone in the studio day and night, completely exhausted the most sincere and passionate love she once had.

"Pei Muchuan, let's get a divorce."

Ye Qingrou stared at the moisture in his red eyes that he was trying hard to suppress. Her elegant face was as calm as dead water. "We only have one son. There is no need for me to fight with you about property or anything like that."

"So I'll listen to you. I'll send a lawyer to draw up a divorce agreement, and we'll go get the divorce certificate tomorrow."

She turned around, grasped the door handle, and suddenly felt a broad and solid chest against her back.

Pei Muchuan hugged her pitifully thin body from behind.

His voice was a little hoarse with a hint of suppression: "Tell me, when did it all start?"

"Don't tell me those lies. I won't believe them. I must know the answer!"

Ye Qingrou struggled, but his arms tightened like a pair of iron clamps, and her bones ached.

Her voice was extremely cold: "Does it make sense for you to ask these questions now?"

She was pulled back to face him.

Pei Muchuan was no longer as dignified and cold as usual. He was so excited that he lost his composure: "Why is it meaningless? I care a lot!"

"Ye Qingrou, I think I like you too!"

"No, I love you. I've probably loved you for years!"

She stared at him in disbelief for a long moment, her mind going blank. Had she misheard, or was he crazy?

It is clear that Cheng Yu has always held the most precious position in his heart for so many years, and it cannot be shaken.

She had hoped to be able to squeeze into his heart, but she had to accept the torment of unfulfilled expectations time and time again.

So she didn't dare to believe what he said now, and she didn't even bother to find out whether it was true or not.

True or false, it's all the same.

She regained her indifferent expression: "Let's stop talking about this useless stuff. I want a divorce, Pei Muchuan. I'm not discussing this with you. I'm not informing you."

Pei Muchuan looked deeply into her eyes, trying to find a trace of nostalgia in them, but he only saw indifference and determination.

He gritted his teeth, the veins in his neck throbbing, and there was a sharp pain in his heart.

"I can't possibly divorce you. As long as I don't agree, this marriage won't go through! I can fight a divorce lawsuit with you for the rest of my life, until I die!"

Ye Qingrou glanced at him calmly: "Then give it a try."

Then she pushed him away, opened the door and walked out.

Ye Qingrou went straight to the bedroom, opened the suitcase and folded clothes inside.

"What are you going to do?" Aunt Zhang asked after her.

"divorce."

Aunt Zhang was stunned for a moment, then immediately clapped her hands in approval: "Good divorce! It should have been a long time ago! I'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and help you set off a string of electronic firecrackers!"

Then he became suspicious: "But didn't you say before that it doesn't matter whether we leave or not?"

Ye Qingrou paused while straightening her clothes.

Originally it didn't matter, they could live in peace as strangers under the same roof, but now her humble and painful secret admiration for him was exposed in front of him.

It was like a festering wound that he saw.

She felt awkward and uncomfortable.

So it’s better to change roofs and become strangers.

Ye Qingrou picked up the suitcase, and Aunt Zhang immediately stepped forward to take it: "I'll go with you. Let's go back to the Ye family and leave this scumbag here to die alone!"

As soon as the suitcase's four wheels turned out of the door, it was kicked.

Pei Muchuan's tall body blocked the corridor, and his gloomy face was frightening to look at.

"Where are you going?" He stared at Ye Qingrou.

"Go back to my house."

“This is your home.”

"I used to think so, but then I realized I was just staying here temporarily." Ye Qingrou's eyes were calm and indifferent. "This is your and Cheng Yu's home."

Pei Muchuan pressed his brows together, breathing heavily: "Listen to me, I need to explain things to you clearly..."

In the corridor, steady and powerful footsteps suddenly sounded.