Regretful, Mr. Lin's pursuit of his wife ended in a funeral

"He's treated you like this, why don't you divorce me? What do you want from him?"

In the noisy bar, Shen Xiang looked at Gu Xiqing who was drinking non-stop with confusion, and was extremely angry.

As Gu Xiqing's best friend since childhood, Shen Xiang couldn't understand what Gu Xiqing saw in Lin Qingxuan.

Gu Xiqing listened to Shen Xiang's words, smiled bitterly, and continued drinking.

"Stop drinking, I'll take you home."

Shen Xiang couldn't stand it anymore. It seemed like she asked her out just to drink with her.

"I'm not going back." Gu Xiqing burped, shook off Shen Xiang's hand, shrank into the darkness, lowered her eyes, and her eyes were filled with sadness.

"Shen Xiang, I don't want to give up. It's been three years..." She curled up on the sofa, holding her head in her hands, sobbing softly, "I've been married to him for three years. Even if I were a piece of stone, it would be time to warm it up."

Shen Xiang shook her head helplessly. "We're going to go through the divorce procedures tomorrow. Is it you, Gu Xiqing, who's not good enough, or is it that Lin Qingxuan thinks too highly of himself? There are so many good men in the world. Is it worth it for you to hang yourself on this tree?"

Gu Xiqing cried with tears in her eyes: "You don't understand, how can it be so easy to give up on someone you love so deeply? Do you think I haven't thought about divorce? But I finally married him with great difficulty. I can finally stand by his side. As his Mrs. Lin, I can finally be with him openly... Shen Xiang, I feel very uncomfortable. Every time I see him, I think, maybe one day, he will love me too. I can wait. I have loved him for ten years. What's the harm in waiting a few more years..."

"You're crazy." As a cool and strong woman, Shen Xiang doesn't understand love. In her opinion, Gu Xiqing is too weak. She has always been so humble in her feelings and has always loved so cautiously. Who would cherish her feelings for such a person?

I called Lin Qingxuan dozens of times, but no one answered.

Shen Xiang had no choice but to drag the unconscious Gu Xiqing back to Tinghai Villa.

Tinghai Villa, where Gu Xiqing and Lin Qingxuan have lived for three years after their marriage, is a wealthy area in S City.

He drove into the basement and helped Gu Xiqing upstairs. As soon as he entered the entrance hall, he saw clothes all over the floor. These clothes were obviously not Gu Xiqing's.

In the bedroom, the disgusting noises made Shen Xiang clench her fists.

Bang!

She kicked the door open and, as expected, saw two people on the bed.

Hearing the noise, there was no panic.

Lin Qingxuan kissed the woman's lips soothingly, then turned to look at Shen Xiang and raised his eyebrows: "Why? You want to go together?"

"Disgusting!" Shen Xiang stared at him for a long time, and felt like vomiting. He glanced at the woman who was looking at him provocatively with her arms around his neck, and sneered disdainfully, "You are only worthy of being with this kind of stuff." After saying that, he closed the door angrily.

In the living room, Gu Xiqing walked to the kitchen in a daze, took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, and drank it in big gulps before she became a little more sober.

Looking at Shen Xiang, whose face was red with anger, he smiled slightly: "This kind of thing happens a few times a week. It's getting late, you should go back. Aren't you going on a business trip tomorrow?"

"Is this the man you like?" Shen Xiang stared at Gu Xiqing with dismay, almost biting her gums. "Come sleep at my place tonight."

"No, you're a busy person. I'm already disturbing you by asking you to come and keep me company. Go away. Good night."

It was obvious that Gu Xiqing was chasing people away.

Shen Xiang sighed and looked back at Gu Xiqing worriedly before leaving. She sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and watched the soap opera as if nothing had happened.

Gu Xiqing stared at the door for a long time without coming back to her senses.

The woman in the bedroom screamed at the top of her lungs, as if she was afraid that no one could hear her.