After transmigrating into a book, Qiao Nansheng only wants a divorce and to stay away from her husband, Zhou Cheng.
But they are both protagonists, and the world will collapse if they divorce...
"Then you're the jinx's wife." Xiao Ai's voice suddenly appeared.
--roll.
Qiao Nansheng cursed inwardly.
—I had intimate contact with Zhou Cheng this morning, why didn't I get a notification that the task was completed?
Holding hands doesn't count, and he didn't call you "wife."
—I was talking about when he hugged me at home!
[I don't know. Usually, there's an automatic system notification sound when a task is completed. If it's not me reminding you, it's either because it's not up to standard and therefore you didn't pass.]
This is a fucking rip-off system!
Qiao Nansheng was very angry.
She was biting into a chicken leg, her face contorted in a ferocious expression, which startled Zhong Xuelian across from her. "Nan Sheng, what's wrong? Who made you angry?"
"You dog," she spat out the two words with disgust.
Zhong Xuelian looked confused. Who was this scoundrel? Was it her dog?
"By the way, you told me yesterday you were coming to my house to sleep, but you didn't show up. I got back at nine and waited for you for ages, and when I called you later, a man answered." Zhong Xuelian suddenly said, "Was it your brother?"
"My husband." His tone was full of disdain.
Zhong Xuelian nearly choked on her food; she choked and coughed incessantly until she finally managed to stop.
She stared at Qiao Nansheng in shock, "You're married?"
"Um."
She nodded, her face still burning with anger.
After a while, she calmed down, looked up at Zhong Xuelian, and asked in confusion, "Didn't I... tell you this before?"
"No." Zhong Xuelian shook her head honestly, "You never tell me about your family."
Besides, they were just colleagues, and among the many teachers in the kindergarten, they had similar personalities and a slightly better relationship, so it's normal that she didn't say anything.
"Oh, so you know now." Qiao Nansheng nodded, looked her over from left to right, and couldn't help but start complaining to her, "Xuelian, you don't have a boyfriend yet, right? Let me tell you, you have to open your eyes when you look for a boyfriend in the future, and the same goes for looking for a husband! Don't be like me and just find one with your eyes closed, or you'll suffer after marriage."
She spoke with the air of someone who'd been there all along, which piqued Zhong Xuelian's curiosity. "Isn't your husband good to you?"
"Of course!" Qiao Nansheng said confidently, "If he were going to treat me well, why would I have texted you last night saying I wanted to come stay at your place?"
Zhong Xuelian thought about it and agreed. The man who answered the phone last night had a cold voice, as if it were mixed with ice, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
"Nan Sheng, you're so pitiful." She looked at Qiao Nan Sheng with heartache. "Why did you decide to get married? You just graduated not long ago."
"That's a long story."
Qiao Nansheng briefly explained to Zhong Xuelian the cause and effect of her marriage to Zhou Cheng in the story (of her idol), and added some of her own words.
The listener nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of sympathy. "You're so pitiful! Why don't you just get a divorce and find someone new? It's not like you can't live without him. There are so many men out there, you'll eventually find one who treats you well."
OK, I've successfully brainwashed myself!
Qiao Nansheng was satisfied, and when she started complaining about Zhou Cheng, she casually mentioned the evil things he did to her in "(The Domineering CEO)".
Zhou Cheng, who was shooting an endorsement video in the studio, suddenly felt an itch in his nose and sneezed several times in a row.
He came out of the pool.
Xiang Fei ran over with a bath towel. "Brother Cheng, are you alright? Do you have a cold? I bought some cold medicine, you can take some later."
Zhou Cheng rolled up a bath towel and wrapped it around himself. "It's okay, someone just cursed at me."
"Mrs?"
"Um."
Xiang Fei: ...