Yan's father's tone was very stern, and it was obvious that he was going to accuse Yan Zheng. Sang Tianen took a breath and explained, "Uncle, I have never done anything to let Yan Zheng down."

"If I didn't do it, would my son divorce you for no reason?"

"Our personalities are not compatible."

"You're almost trying to fool Yan Zheng's mother with that." Anger rose on Yan's father's face, and he glared at her, "If our personalities really weren't compatible, Yan Zheng wouldn't have been able to stay with you for this long. I know my son's personality best."

"Although our Yan family cannot be called a big family, it is also well-known and prestigious."

"You guys have already gotten the marriage certificate, and I've already notified all my relatives and friends, and now you're suddenly saying the marriage is off,"

"How are you going to let me and Yan Zheng's mother live in the future?"

"Can you young people consider the consequences of your actions?"

Father Yan became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end his face turned red, and it was obvious that he was very angry.

After listening to him vent, Sang Tianen said helplessly: "Uncle, it's not that I don't want to get married, but..."

Sang Tianen suddenly stopped talking. She and Yan Zheng were both responsible for this matter. If she said now that it was Yan Zheng who proposed it, all the responsibility would be shifted to him.

After all, it was the person she liked, and she didn't want to attribute the end of a relationship entirely to one person, so she could only choose to remain silent.

Seeing her reaction, Yan's father became even more angry and said angrily, "I know what you are going to say. Yan Zheng told me that it is his problem. He doesn't want to get married."

"Sang Tianen, if you were a woman, tell me the truth. Why did you two break up?"

"Uncle, I've said it before. Yan Zheng and I broke up because our personalities were incompatible." It was the same answer.

Yan's father nodded angrily: "Okay, you said you two are not suitable, may I ask what is the incompatibility?"

Sang Tianen thought for a moment and said, "My personality is not suitable for being a wife."

"It's not suitable for you to change? No one is born to be a wife or a mother. Can't you change?" Yan's father looked disappointed.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong." The doorbell rang again.

"Uncle, I'll go open the door." Sang Tianen turned and walked towards the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Yan Zheng standing at the door in home clothes.

"Dad, come home with me." Yan Zheng didn't look at Sang Tianen, but shouted to Yan's father, who seemed to be rushing over.

Yan's father also became upset: "I won't go back. Now those relatives and friends are talking about me. I don't have the face to go back."

Yan Zheng's face turned ugly.

Seeing this, Sang Tianen said, "Come in."

Yan Zheng bent down to open the shoe cabinet. As soon as he opened it, what caught his eye were neatly arranged women's shoes. All the shoes he had before were gone.

He was stunned and bit his lip.

"I threw away my shoes." Sang Tianen said beside him, "Just come in."

Yan Zheng's nostrils flared twice and he looked at her straight in the eyes. Sang Tianen felt inexplicably uneasy when he was stared at, but she felt that she had done nothing wrong, so she glared back with confidence.

Yan Zheng suddenly turned his head away, brushed past her and walked straight into the house: "Dad, come home with me."

"I'm not going back." Yan's father's voice became aggrieved. "Why should I go home? To let my relatives and friends laugh at me?"

Seeing his father's lonely and sad look, Yan Zheng felt very uncomfortable. He squatted down and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Dad."

"You haven't wronged me. I just can't understand why you insist on getting a divorce." Yan's father wiped his tears and held Yan Zheng's hand. "Son, Daddy doesn't have to interfere with your marriage. I just think Xiao Sang is a good person, and I can see that she still has feelings for you. Why are you so determined to break up?"

Yan Zheng's Adam's apple slid a few times, his eyes paused on the wine bottle on the coffee table and the ashtray piled with cigarette butts, and he said softly, "I don't like it anymore."

Yan's father became emotional again: "Son, marriage is not a joke."

"……I know."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Sang Tianen stood behind Yan Zheng, looking at the man's spine protruding under the thin home clothes, and his heart became bitter again.

How did it come to this? She really didn't understand.

Yan Zheng stood up, pulled his father up, and said to Sang Tianen, "I'm sorry, if my dad just said something bad to you, I apologize to you on his behalf."

"...No." There was an imperceptible bitterness in Sang Tianen's eyes.

Yan Zheng nodded, then took his father's arm and walked towards the door, and the door was closed again.

Sang Tianen walked to the sofa and sat down. The soft sofa made no sound, and it was so quiet around her that she could almost hear her breathing.

She lit another cigarette for herself and stared blankly with her eyes downcast.

The curling green smoke blurred her face, and her delicate eyebrows looked like distant mountains under the misty rain.

After smoking for a while, she suddenly felt irritated.

It was quiet, so quiet that the house, which had seemed spacious and comfortable in the past, became empty.

She picked up her phone, opened a random video website and started browsing, but after a while she threw the phone back, leaned back on the sofa, and looked straight at the white ceiling.

I don’t know how long I was in a daze before I got up, took a shower and went to bed.