If we swapped lives, I'd be the CEO and you'd take care of the kids.

The night was as dark as ink. Zhou Qinghui returned to the apartment he shared with Zhu Tingyue, his heart heavy with sorrow. The two had spent a happy time there, and now he was about to leave.

The room was dark, with the lights off.

Zhu Tingyue had not yet returned, and Zhou Qinghui had grown accustomed to the room's quiet desolation.

I turned on the light, tidied up my daily necessities, and scanned every familiar corner with my eyes again and again, feeling a mix of emotions.

Aches and pains? Both! Even a kitten or puppy, after spending so much time together, would develop feelings, right? But Zhu Tingyue negated his feelings with just one sentence: "Let's break up."

Overwhelmed with grief, Zhou Qinghui's eyes welled up with tears, which streamed uncontrollably down his handsome face. Unaware of his surroundings, he closed the bedroom door, bidding a final farewell to the living room.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and a strong smell of alcohol instantly pierced Zhou Qinghui's nose. Zhu Tingyue had been drinking?

He turned around, and Zhu Tingyue was obviously drunk. She was looking at him with a pair of hazy eyes. Anyone who didn't know better would think she was very affectionate. Wasn't he also fooled by those eyes?

Perhaps not expecting Zhou Qinghui to suddenly appear here, Zhu Tingyue regained her senses for a moment. She leaned casually against the wall and said nonchalantly, "You've come to the wrong place. The house you bought by selling yourself isn't here."

Zhou Qinghui's tears, which he had just forcibly stopped, surged forth again like a flood bursting its banks.

All of this was simply because of one simple sentence from her, a sentence that was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, instantly shattering his last line of defense.

At this moment, his world seemed to be submerged in endless sorrow, and crystal-clear tears slid down his pale cheeks.

With his back to Zhu Tingyue, Zhou Qinghui whispered, "Mm."

I couldn't utter a single extra word; my heart ached so much I could hardly breathe.

After getting drunk, Zhu Tingyue's cheeks were flushed like the sunset, and her eyes were hazy yet sparkling with an unusual light, as if she could see through everything.

She swayed and pointed at Zhou Qinghui's back in the distance, shouting, "Turn around! Look at me!"

However, Zhou Qinghui seemed not to hear her at all, still facing away from her, his body motionless, appearing unusually stubborn.

Seeing this, Zhu Tingyue stopped trying to call out to him. Instead, she took a deep breath, tried to steady her swaying body, and slowly walked towards Zhou Qinghui, staggering step by step.

Every step she took felt like walking on cotton, soft and yielding, yet she still resolutely moved closer to that figure.

Just a few steps away from Zhou Qinghui, for some reason, Zhu Tingyue suddenly let out a scream of "Ah!" and then there was no more sound.

The moment Zhou Qinghui heard Zhu Tingyue's cry, he turned around and saw her lying on the sofa. He immediately became anxious and rushed to her, helping her up and asking with concern, "What happened? Are you hurt? Let me see!"

Zhu Tingyue raised her head, her large eyes full of cunning: "You cried?"

Seeing that she was alright, Zhou Qinghui immediately let go of her hand and denied it, saying, "I didn't."

Caught off guard by his action, Zhu Tingyue lunged forward and made a real, intimate encounter with the sofa.

"Zhou Qinghui, you're trying to murder me!"

She got up from the sofa, tossed her long, loose hair behind her, and a delicate fragrance wafted into Zhou Qinghui's nose—it was Zhu Tingyue's hair scent.

He was used to the smell, and now he subconsciously tried to distinguish the scent on her body. Besides the fragrance of her hair, the strongest smell was the alcohol on her body.

I wonder how much she drank. Why didn't anyone try to stop her? She rarely drinks, so why did she drink so much today? Could it be because of her?

A sudden surge of secret joy welled up inside him. Was Zhu Tingyue also saddened by the breakup she had told him tonight? Did she regret it?

"You cried!" Zhu Tingyue asked again.

"no!"

There's no way I'd admit it. It's already embarrassing enough that she accused me of selling myself; if I admitted to crying for her, I'd lose all face.

But I can't let her keep asking like that; my reddened eyes can't lie.

He took the initiative and asked Zhu Tingyue, "Are you very sad?"

"No, you're blind, you're seeing things!"

Zhu Tingyue denied it much faster than he did, and her voice was louder.

“No, you are!” Zhou Qinghui was very certain of this.

"No, you're just blind!"

Her firm denial gave Zhou Qinghui reason to suspect she was faking drunkenness. He approached and smelled her; Zhu Tingyue reeked of alcohol, which didn't seem like she was faking it.

Zhu Tingyue was only subconsciously refuting his words, and his behavior was also very suspicious.

Could it be that he saw how generous I was and wanted to make one last desperate attempt, taking advantage of me while I was in a daze to do this or that to me? And then try to extort money from me?

While it's not impossible to do this or that, and I can afford the money, shouldn't I at least be doing it when I'm sober? Isn't he taking advantage of me?

Zhu Tingyue thought about it again and realized that it was fine now. After all, what part of his body hadn't she seen before? Besides, she wouldn't be the one to suffer.

She waited for Zhou Qinghui to speak, at which point she could act accordingly.

Zhou Qinghui gazed silently at her icy, frosty face, as if time had frozen in that moment. He simply watched her quietly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

However, no matter how much he hoped to hear even a slightly gentler word from her tightly closed lips, the only response he received was chilling silence.

Clearly, she has made up her mind to end this relationship, leaving no room for negotiation.

Faced with this cruel reality, Zhou Qinghui knew that no matter how much he begged and pleaded, it would be in vain.

So he took a deep breath, suppressing the surging pain in his heart, and slowly moved his feet, carefully avoiding Zhu Tingyue.

Every step seemed so heavy and difficult, as if the weight of the entire world was pressing down on him. But he still straightened his spine and walked forward resolutely, step by step, until his figure disappeared into the darkness.

Zhu Tingyue waited until she was alone in the room before realizing that Zhou Qinghui had left.

He actually left without looking back! Zhu Tingyue stared in disbelief at the closed door, as if she could still see Zhou Qinghui's figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

The room seemed exceptionally empty and silent at this moment, devoid of any life.

Zhu Tingyue sat there blankly, her eyes empty and lifeless. The anger in her heart burned like a raging fire, but she had nowhere to vent it.

The suffocating feeling in her chest made it difficult for her to breathe, as if a huge rock was pressing down on her heart, making it impossible for her to catch her breath.

Zhou Qinghui, you'd better live a lonely life, otherwise I will definitely break you two up.

Lovers will eventually be united, but Zhou Qinghui is destined to be alone!