We were silent all the way. I pretended to be asleep, but I was not sleepy at all.

When I got home, Lu Zhiyuan put down the key and walked into the kitchen. He told me nonchalantly, "Wife, I'll make you some hangover soup. Drink it before you go to bed, or you'll have a headache tomorrow morning."

I didn't respond, walked straight into the second bedroom and locked the door.

Even though we had just had a fight, he continued to care about me and take care of me as if nothing had happened.

Lying in bed, I plugged my ears with earplugs, and the whole world became quiet and silent at this moment.

When I think back to all the things that moved me in the past, I just find them ridiculous and my heart aches.

All the sweetness and warmth between us since we met now seems like a joke.

He always takes care of my life considerately; he holds my hand in public, making our relationship public; he stays by my side every step of the way when I'm sick...

I used to like counting these details to prove his love for me.

But now I understand that those were just Lu Zhiyuan's acting.

He would have done the same thing even if I wasn't the one he married.

It turns out that love and marriage can be two different things.

I tried to calm myself down and empty myself, but failed.

I tossed and turned in bed that night and couldn't sleep well.

The next day, the dazzling sunlight shone in, and I, who was already a light sleeper, woke up quickly.

I took off my earplugs, unlocked the door, and walked out of the room, but suddenly I stopped.

Lu Zhiyuan did not go back to the master bedroom to rest last night, but slept on the sofa.

He was a big man of about 1.8 meters tall, curled up on the sofa, looking inexplicably pitiful.

It must be uncomfortable to sleep like this, right? He looked haggard, so he must have gone to bed very late last night.

A trace of pity flashed through my heart. I took a blanket from the room, walked quietly to his side, and covered him with it.

I was about to stand up when I heard him muttering in a panic: "Wife... don't... don't leave me..."

I panicked and looked up suddenly. Lu Zhiyuan hadn't woken up yet and was just talking in his sleep.

He was sleeping with a frown on his face, looking very painful, which made my heart ached.

I raised my hand and wanted to touch his cheek.

"Wife, don't think too much, I only love you..."

Before my fingertips touched him, my hand suddenly stopped.

I smiled bitterly. Even in my dreams, he did not forget to pretend to be affectionate.

I clenched my fingers tightly, stood up straight, and the coldness in my eyes returned.

I turned around and went back to my room, tidied myself up, took my computer, and went straight to the company.

For the entire morning, everyone in the sales department was talking about Liu Yuan's infidelity.

"Have you seen the trending searches online? Boss Yuan's husband is actually having an affair with a mistress behind her back. I heard the mistress was already pregnant."

"I saw the video of that mistress. She's obviously not as pretty as Boss Yuan. I don't know what Liu Yuan sees in her!"

"I'm young! I'm just in my early twenties, and Mr. Yuan is much older than me. And men like novelty."

I snorted in my heart and thought of Lu Zhiyuan.

Are all men easily bored with the old and easily attracted to the new?

I don’t think so.

At least for Lu Zhiyuan, new love can never compare to the old love.

As for marrying me, it was just a compromise made by Lu Zhiyuan after weighing the pros and cons.

What’s even more ridiculous is that the poor “old love” mentioned by my colleagues has been entangled with my man from the beginning to the end.