Chapter 141 Let’s break up!
"Yaoyao, don't you think you might be too sensitive? My assistant helped me take a video call, it doesn't mean anything."
Bai Lang's tone slowed down a lot. He really didn't know why Lu Yao was so angry. Wasn't it just because he didn't receive her video on time?
"Sensitive?" Lu Yao pulled a wry smile at the corner of her mouth, her eyes wandering on Bai Lang's face, trying to find a trace of guilt.
"Bai Lang, are you used to treating me like this? Or have you never seriously considered my feelings?"
Bai Lang leaned back slightly on the chair, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at her with a slightly complicated look.
"I'm not being perfunctory with you, Yaoyao, I just... don't want these things to affect the relationship between us.
You should understand that the relationship between us should not be affected by these external factors."
Lu Yao's fingers slid unconsciously across the phone screen. When her fingertips touched the cold glass, she could almost feel the biting chill.
Her eyes gradually dimmed, as if shrouded in a layer of mist, and she could not see the road ahead clearly.
"Do you really think this is just an external factor?" Her voice was as light as a feather and could be blown away by the wind at any time.
"Or are you just running away?"
Bai Lang's Adam's apple rolled slightly and his lips moved, but he did not answer immediately.
His fingers unconsciously clenched the pen, his knuckles turning slightly white, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
"Yaoyao." He finally spoke, his voice low and with a barely perceptible tremor.
"I really don't want to argue with you. When I get home, we can sit down and talk it over, but not now."
"Not now?" Lu Yao's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, with an outburst that had been suppressed for a long time.
"When will that be? When you're done? When you have the time? Or when I no longer have the energy to ask these questions?"
Bai Lang's expression froze slightly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
He released the pen and gently pressed his temples, as if trying to relieve some pressure.
"Yaoyao, I know you're feeling unstable right now, but I really need an assistant to handle some work."
His voice remained steady, but his speech speed had obviously quickened. "Let's talk about it tonight, okay?"
"At night?" Lu Yao's voice was filled with bitterness and sarcasm. "Bai Lang, you're always like this, thinking I'll definitely forgive you!"
"Yaoyao, why can't you understand me?" Bai Lang's fingers tapped lightly on the table twice, the sound dull and short.
His eyes avoided the screen and fell on the pile of documents beside him. The edges of the papers were slightly curled, as if they had been flipped repeatedly.
"Yaoyao." His voice was low and powerless. "I really have a lot of things to deal with right now. Can you understand?"
Hearing this, Lu Yao's breathing became rapid and her chest heaved violently, as if she was being oppressed by an invisible force.
"I don't understand you?" Her voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat, hoarse and broken.
“I have understood enough, Bai Lang, I didn’t dare to get close to you before because you needed work.
But you let an assistant insult me and expect me to understand you? Aren’t you going too far?
Bai Lang's fingers paused in mid-air, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if pricked by something.
He looked up at Lu Yao on the other side of the screen. She was so angry that a complex emotion flashed in Bai Lang's eyes.
"Yaoyao, don't take the problem too seriously." There was a hint of impatience in his voice.
"There's no problem between us. It's just that I've been busy with work lately and haven't had time to spend with you."
Lu Yao's vision blurred and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the strain.
"Bai Lang, are you sure there is no problem between us?" Her voice was choked, like the last breath squeezed out of her throat.
"Are you really still the same as before, not caring about me at all?"
Bai Lang paused, his fingers hung stiffly in the air, and his expression became a little confused.
The assistant just answered the video for me, so how can it mean that he doesn’t care about her?
Lu Yao saw that Bai Lang didn't know where he was wrong. Perhaps he didn't think there was anything wrong with not caring about her.
The phone screen has become slightly hot, and holding it in my hand feels like holding a ball of fire.
Lu Yao's vision was blurred, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Bai Lang's figure seemed particularly distant on the screen, his suit still straight and his tie neatly tied.
But that handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist.
Lu Yao's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and her voice was dry and hoarse: "Bai Lang, why don't you answer me?"
Bai Lang's fingers unconsciously stroked the table, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to grab something but didn't know where to start.
"Yaoyao..." His voice was low and hesitant, "We are not suitable to talk about this now."
He was reserved and didn't want his assistant to hear the sweet talk between him and his wife.
But Lu Yao's heart suddenly sank, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
Her fingers were tightly clasped around the edge of the phone, her knuckles turning white and her joints aching slightly.
"Not suitable?" She said, her voice almost squeezed out from between her teeth. "When will it be suitable? When you completely forget my existence?"
Bai Lang's expression froze slightly, his eyes flickered, and he quickly avoided her sight.
His fingers stopped on the table, his fingertips slightly curled up, as if he wanted to hold something but didn't dare to use force.
"Yaoyao, don't be like this." There was a hint of helplessness in his voice, and more of an indescribable fatigue.
Lu Yao's chest heaved violently, her breathing became rapid and disordered, and her vision went dark.
My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by someone, and the pain spread from my chest to every part of my body.
"Bai Lang, what are you afraid of?" Her voice was hoarse and filled with deep despair.
Was he afraid that she would expose his lies? Or was he afraid that he himself would not dare to face the truth?
Bai Lang had no idea what Lu Yao was thinking. He just wasn't used to flirting with his wife in front of others.
His silence made Lu Yao very upset, and her eyes fell on Bai Lang's face.
The face that once fascinated her seemed so strange now.
Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice was low and broken: "Bai Lang, let's break up!"
Lu Yao slid her fingers across the screen, sadly cutting off the video. Every inch of the glass screen that her fingertips touched felt like an icy blade, cutting her painfully.
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