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

"Is it true?" Ye Qingrou looked at the person on the bed who had his eyes closed and turned over with his back to them.

Pei Muchuan turned over again, opened his gloomy eyes, sat up, and leaned his tall body against the head of the bed.

Xiao Wei quietly made a fist-clenching gesture to him and left the ward.

Ye Qingrou recalled: "As far as I can remember, you only visited my father in the hospital once, and you left without saying anything."

At the time, she thought that love and not love were really obvious. When Cheng Yu's father and her father were sick, Pei Muchuan's attitude was completely different.

However, she had already given up hope in him, so she was not in great pain. It was then that she discovered that as long as she gave up on him completely, she would be able to calm down and not be sad.

But I didn't expect...

"It's all true." Pei Muchuan rubbed his face. A hint of fragility and pleading unconsciously appeared in his sharp, deep eyes. "Besides these, there are many other things. If I tell you, will you agree not to divorce?"

Ye Qingrou avoided his gaze, folded her hands together, and wanted to say something, but felt a lump in her throat.

At this time, the door was pushed open.

Aunt Zhang rushed in and went straight to her: "How are you? Are you okay?"

Ye Qingrou patted her hands and said, "Don't worry, it's okay."

Aunt Zhang finally breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Pei Muchuan, "What did that scumbag man force you to do today?"

Pei Muchuan's face darkened: "Get out!"

"Bah! I won't!" Aunt Zhang pulled Ye Qingrou behind her, put her hands on her hips, and prepared to make a big move: "Even if you send me to jail, I will tell you everything you've done these years!"

"That room on the rooftop, where I miss you like a little fish or a little shrimp, has been standing there for so many years! Where do you place Qingrou, the hostess?"

"There are rumors about you having affairs with this woman and that woman, and about you having an illegitimate child. Have you ever clarified them? You've made Qingrou a laughing stock in the circle!"

"Qingrou got pregnant with your child when she was 20. She was still a child at the time and didn't know anything. After marrying you, she was left alone in a lonely and desolate home, feeling miserable. She was even afraid that you would hate Xiaomo because of her mother, so she didn't even dare to show any closeness to Xiaomo... Just think about how heartbroken and difficult it was for her at that time!"

Pei Muchuan's face turned from gloomy to stiff.

He stood motionless with his head down, and his chest could be faintly seen rising and falling, as if he was experiencing violent emotions.

A black bag filled with something fell heavily on him.

Aunt Zhang gritted her teeth and said, "Look for yourself what this is!"

Pei Muchuan untied the bag with extremely stiff and slow movements and picked up the square medicine box inside.

Words like "depression", "panic disorder" and "insomnia" on the instructions suddenly caught his eye.

"Do you know how much of this kind of medicine Qingrou has taken in recent years? During the two years when it was most serious, the doctor said it was somatization of the depression. She couldn't even do simple things like getting dressed or eating with a spoon. She had to feed her mouthful by mouthful, and she would vomit after a few bites. Not to mention sleeping. Many times, I was worried and woke up in the middle of the night to see her sitting on the balcony, as if she was about to jump off..."

Pei Muchuan lowered his head and stared at the boxes of medicine without blinking until his eyes felt a sharp pain and his mind suddenly went blank.

No wonder, no wonder there was a period of time when she ate upstairs and never came downstairs. He thought she was annoying him and didn't even want to eat with him...

He suddenly looked up at Ye Qingrou.

However, her thin figure standing behind Aunt Zhang was completely obscured from view.

I could only see the corner of her grey windbreaker and her faintly dangling white, slender fingers, which seemed to be trembling slightly...

His chest suddenly felt like it was hit by a heavy object. He was in a trance and felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

He leaned forward unconsciously, wanting to hold her hand tightly...

"Snapped!"

A very loud sound.

Aunt Zhang slapped him on the back of his hand with such force that the back of his hand immediately turned red.

Pei Muchuan frowned in pain, but did not withdraw his hand and continued to hold Ye Qingrou's hand.

"Snapped!"

Another slap, Aunt Zhang's own hand was numb from the shock, not to mention Pei Muchuan's hand, the back of which was about to become red and swollen.

Aunt Zhang was just about to give him another slap when she was startled.

Pei Muchuan raised his head. His usually dignified and sharp face was now pale, and his arrogant and cold eyes were red. He looked indescribably weak...

Aunt Zhang rubbed her eyes, unable to believe it.

"Ahem!" She cleared her throat and continued, "I heard young people say that loving someone is like raising flowers. Look at how badly you've taken care of Qingrou over the years. How did a good person become like this?"

"When she was at the Ye family, there were countless young boys lining up downstairs every now and then to confess their love to her and send her love letters! The biggest mistake she made in her life was marrying you. If you have any conscience, just agree to a divorce and don't let her waste the rest of her life on you!"

After she blurted out all the words that she had been holding in her heart for years, Aunt Zhang felt as if she had finally gotten relief from constipation after a long time.

Pei Muchuan slowly stood up, looking over Aunt Zhang's shoulder and immediately saw Ye Qingrou's pale, pitiful little face...

Noticing his gaze, Ye Qingrou's eyebrows twitched, and she turned quietly and indifferently and walked out the door.

Pei Muchuan's throat felt sore and blocked. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't call out her name...

***

Half a month later, when Pei Muchuan called, Ye Qingrou was squatting in the flower garden, holding her breath, carefully digging a small bluebell seedling with a small shovel, for fear of damaging its fragile roots.

"Come here, bring the divorce agreement, and I'll sign it."

The man's voice on the phone was deep, calm, and had an indescribable gentleness.

Ye Qingrou tilted the small shovel in her hand, and the slender green seedling was dug into two pieces.

She stared at the accidentally dead seedlings for two seconds, put down the shovel, stood up, walked out of the flower garden quickly, contacted a lawyer and rushed to Pei's house.