Chapter 7 I don't know, please teach me, Mrs. Pei.

Lin Xiyin stood upright, only her fingertips trembling slightly.

With her long neck, she stood like a proud white swan.

She looked at Pei Muye as he walked over, her gaze cold and stubborn, and she didn't utter a word.

Ming Qingwan sobbed as she spoke, "It's my fault, I'm sorry... Brother Muye, please don't say anything about Sister Xiyin."

Lin Xiyin looked down at her crying and said, "Excuse me, you're blocking the way."

The two people blocked the aisle.

Ming Qingwan's sobs grew louder.

Lin Xiyin turned to walk inside, but Pei Muye grabbed her wrist directly.

Lin Xiyin stared straight at him, her cold gaze filled with stubbornness and fearlessness.

There was absolutely no affection whatsoever.

Pei Muyi sensed the difference in her gaze and became more impatient than usual: "Xiyin, you are the sister-in-law, you should be considerate of your younger brother and sister-in-law."

The parts of Lin Xiyin's heart that were already broken now seemed to have shattered into pieces.

All those loves and feelings, along with these dregs, flowed through the blood and into every part of the body.

It hurts like being pricked with needles.

She closed her eyes briefly, then quickly opened them again.

She wants a divorce and will leave this family. At this point, there's no need to create unnecessary trouble.

If you anger Pei Muyi, who knows if he will make things difficult for you?

She looked at Ming Qingwan and said, "I've messed with your dog, get out of the way."

Her eyes were bright, as if there were tears in them, but upon closer inspection, they were not tears.

It was like something else entirely—cold, indifferent, resolute.

Pei Muye was taken aback, and a firm part of his heart trembled.

Before she could even process her emotions, Lin Xiyin had already strode over.

Her faint fragrance lingered around Pei Muye's nose.

Lin Xiyin went upstairs and reached the corner when Ming Qingwan spoke.

With a sob in her voice, she said, "Sister Xiyin, it's all my fault. I'll discipline Lele properly. If you have any problems, come at me. Don't hold a grudge against Lele, okay?"

Lin Xiyin chuckled, without turning her head.

Pei Yaohai quickly said, "Oh, it's nothing, Qingwan, don't cry. Xiyin doesn't care about this either."

Zhou Yusu said, "How could she not care? Look at her face, like someone owes her something!"

Pei Muyi, with his aloof and cold demeanor and a dark expression, went straight upstairs.

He went into the bedroom, where Lin Xiyin was taking her clothes to take a shower.

"Lin Xiyin, let's talk."

Pei Muye took the initiative to speak first, his voice magnetic.

"What's there to talk about?" Lin Xiyin looked up at him. "Isn't it my fault?"

"Could you be a little nicer to me?" Pei Muye's voice was even colder: "Do you treat others like this, with such veiled barbs and sarcastic remarks?"

Pei Muye said, "I'm just reminding you, if you can't control yourself and stay out all night, then don't go out to work. Xiyin, you need to be mindful of your status."

After suppressing her emotions for so long, Lin Xiyin finally spoke: "Pei Muye, you're making me feel a little... disgusted right now."

Pei Muye felt a buzzing in his head.

The name Lin Xiyin seemed to ring out loudly, making his ears hurt. "What did you say?"

Lin Xiyin didn't want to say it again; she didn't want to get hurt again.

But those two words, once uttered from the lips, had already seeped into the heart.

The man she once cherished deeply has now... changed beyond recognition.

"Lin Xiyin, how could you, how could you dare..."

With red eyes, Pei Muye grabbed her, pressed his body against hers, and pinned her against the bathroom door.

Lin Xiyin didn't want him to touch her at all; judging from his expression, she knew what he wanted to do.

But at this point, it was even less likely that she would grant his wish.

"Don't touch me." Her clear, black and white eyes looked at him coldly.

Her gaze, like her body, was resisting him.

Then, Pei Muye showed no mercy and pinned her down.

"I told you, don't touch me." Lin Xiyin said in a low voice, her voice filled with anger, "Pei Muye, do you even know how to spell the word 'respect'?"

"I don't know, please teach me, Mrs. Pei." Pei Muye said, his voice still cold.

"Isn't that wanton look on your face, clinging to my waist and not wanting to let go, you, my Mrs. Pei?"

"Let's get a divorce!"

The voice was hoarse, forced out from the throat.

Lin Xiyin looked at him.

“Pei Muye…”

Lin Xiyin's voice was low, hoarse, and indifferent.

Pei Muye stood up and turned around.

Lin Xiyin closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Let's...get a divorce."

The air seemed to suddenly become thin and cramped, and the whole room felt oppressive, making it difficult to even breathe.

"Divorce?" Pei Muye's back was still turned to her, his voice hoarse yet icy: "You said divorce?"

Lin Xiyin struggled to sit up: "Pei Muyi, what's the point of our marriage? Grandpa's gone, you don't need to put on an act for anyone!"

Pei Muyi turned around abruptly to look at her, his expression one of disbelief: "You want a divorce? I don't agree, Lin Xiyin, don't be willful."

After he finished speaking, he went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut with a deafening bang.

When he came out of the bathroom, Lin Xiyin was no longer in the room.

He went downstairs, and Zhou Yusu was still watching TV.

"What happened between you and Xiyin? She left without saying a word." Zhou Yusu said with dissatisfaction, then muttered under her breath, "How rude."

Pei Muye's expression grew even uglier. He remained silent and turned to go upstairs again.

Seeing him go up, Zhou Yusu muttered to herself, "Don't fight, and don't get a divorce. Just keep at it."

If Pei Muye, with his background, were to marry a woman with powerful connections, her son would truly have no chance.

Lin Xiyin ran out late at night, not wanting to go back to Yunhai House, which was Pei Muye's house.

I don't want to go back to my parents' home either, because I'm afraid they'll worry.

Finally, we returned to the research institute. There was a rest room in the office with a small bed inside.

She lay on that small bed, unable to recover for a long time.

My body was still trembling, my heart was still clenched, and I felt terribly uncomfortable.

During this period, she had been thinking about divorce.

She wanted to find a good opportunity to have a good talk with Pei Muye.

But she never expected that, under such a hostile confrontation, she would utter the word "divorce".

She once thought she could spend her whole life with Pei Muye.

Even if two people treat each other with the utmost respect.

But now it seems she can't make it.

Pei Muye disrespected her, disregarded her feelings, and didn't treat her like a human being.

There's really no point in continuing a marriage like this.

But Pei Muye disagreed. Why should he disagree?

Lin Xiyin was caught in a dilemma and felt pain.

It was very late when Lin Xiyin finally fell asleep.

Early in the morning, Pei Muyi went to the company. He had a meeting later, but it wasn't time yet.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered, the voice tinged with anger: "You'd better have something extremely urgent to tell me! Disturbing my sleep so early in the morning, Pei Muyi, don't you have any sense of decency?"

Pei Muyi, holding his phone, frowned and asked, "You're still not up?"

"Look at the time!" Lu Zuofan cursed. "Just because you don't have a nightlife doesn't mean others are celibate and without desires! Last night, I had a three-hundred-round battle with my sweetheart..."

Uninterested in his romantic escapades, Pei Muye interrupted him, "How do you woo a woman?"

As if he had discovered a new continent, Lu Zuofan leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette: "Coaxing a woman? Who's going to coax her? You? Coax whom?"