Chapter 2: People are worse than cats, Fu Ciyan, let's get divorced
"She has to compete with a cat?"
Wen Nanxi almost bit her lip.
She could hear the sarcasm in Fu Ci Yan's voice.
Yes, how can she compare to Ji Jiaojiao's cat?
That was her sweetheart's cat.
Ji Jiaojiao is the younger sister of Fu Ci Yan's benefactor. Ji Jiaojiao's brother died accidentally while trying to save Fu Ci Yan. Ji Jiaojiao, who had just started junior high school, was taken home by Fu Ci Yan and taken care of carefully. In name, she was the adopted daughter of the Fu family, but in fact, she was the rose he raised with his own hands.
Three years ago, he publicly expressed his love for Ji Jiaojiao, but this relationship was not supported by the Fu family, and Ji Jiaojiao was forced to go abroad.
If it weren't for this, she wouldn't be able to become Fu Ci Yan's wife.
Now three years have passed and Ji Jiaojiao is back. What should she do?
"Brother Yan, Xiao Mi has feline infectious peritonitis. What should we do? Will Xiao Mi die? Wuuuuuu..."
A soft voice with a crying tone sounded, and Wen Nanxi felt her throat tighten for a moment.
The cold voice just now became gentle and said comfortingly:
"No, Xiao Mi will be fine, Jiao Jiao, be good."
"Damn it! Fu Ciyan is a dog! Why does he bully you like this?"
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Xia Tian almost dropped his phone.
Wen Nanxi lowered her head, clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, her nose was red, her shoulders were trembling slightly, and she was trying her best to suppress her emotions.
How can I not be sad?
"Bao, are you okay?"
Xia Tian hugged her carefully, feeling her suppressed emotions, and felt a pang of sourness in his heart.
"I'm fine...don't worry...Xia Xia, I want to divorce Fu Ci Yan."
The sound was so weak and tinny like a mosquito's buzz, how could it be that nothing was wrong?
How ridiculous! She was hospitalized for gastric bleeding, but Fu Ci Yan didn't even say a word of comfort.
Ji Jiaojiao's cat fell ill, but he stayed with her throughout the whole process.
It is true that humans are not as good as cats.
Xia Tian held her in his arms: "Have you really decided?"
Wen Nanxi nodded muffledly: "Well, I don't want to let myself be wronged anymore."
She had seen how a person looked when he was in love, so she could naturally tell at a glance that he was no longer in love.
Then there's no need to waste each other's time. She's not that tactless.
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Three days later, Wen Nanxi was discharged from the hospital.
She stood at the hospital entrance. It was late autumn and the leaves were yellow and withered. When the wind blew, they swirled down.
In these three days, Fu Ci Yan had not come to see her, not even a single phone call.
She tightened her coat and took a taxi back to Fenglinyuan.
Fenglinyuan is her and Fu Ci Yan’s wedding room. There is a large area of maple trees planted behind the villa. Every late autumn, it turns a sea of bright red, which is very beautiful.
Wen Nanxi glanced at the blazing maple leaves and felt a little nostalgic.
This maple forest witnessed the loving times she and Fu Ci Yan shared.
Maybe Fu Ci Yan loved her.
If Fu Ci Yan didn't like me, why would he buy Fenglinyuan as our wedding house?
But human hearts are unpredictable, and love is fleeting.
Since she was the one who was abandoned, there was no need for her to linger.
She opened the door as usual and unexpectedly found Fu Ci Yan there too.
He was sitting on the sofa reading a book. When he saw her come back, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
"You know you're back? You're not making trouble anymore?"
Fu Ci Yan's words hit Wen Nanxi like a heavy hammer.
He still thinks he is making trouble.
Wen Nanxi pursed her lips and didn't want to talk much, but the sourness in her heart lingered and she wanted an answer.
"Have you been with Ji Jiaojiao for the past three days?"
He said calmly, "Jiaojiao's cat is sick and can't leave me."
"I'm sick too. Have you ever thought that I need you too?"
She couldn't help but question, "We are husband and wife. In these three days, you haven't cared about me once."
The grievance and complaints in his words made Fu Ciyan frown:
"Wen Nanxi, have you forgotten your identity? Have you forgotten how you got to be Mrs. Fu?"
Wen Nanxi could hardly stand. The grievances in his chest instantly solidified into ice and shattered into ice chips.
Three years ago, after Ji Jiaojiao went abroad, she was plotted against by her stepmother and woke up in Fu Ci Yan's room. Coincidentally, she was photographed by reporters. The Fu family let Fu Ci Yan marry her for the sake of reputation.
But Wen Nanxi knew that Fu Ci Yan always thought she was deliberately climbing into bed.
There is no love between them, only the secret crush in Wen Nanxi's heart.
Her lips trembled slightly: "Are you still in love with Ji Jiaojiao?"
Fu Ciyan's brows flashed with annoyance:
"Wen Nanxi, don't go too far."
He was warning her.
A torrent of sadness poured into her heart, completely engulfing her.
During these three years, they had been inseparable.
Although the way to become Fu Ci Yan's wife was not bright, she believed that they should love each other.
"Weren't you the one who said you wanted to marry me? You could have rejected me. Since you married me, you must have at least liked me a little bit, right?"
Her voice was hoarse and her eyes were red, like a rabbit. In the past, Fu Ci Yan liked her like this the most. He would bully her until she was hoarse and begged for mercy, and then enjoy her pitifulness.
Fu Ci Yan is a lustful person. Even during the cold war in the past three years, he still indulges in partying every night.
She often went to work while rubbing her sore waist. Although she often complained that Fu Ci Yan had no sympathy, she still felt happy.
Only when he loves himself can he appreciate the taste of himself.
But today, she only heard a mocking chuckle.
Fu Ci Yan didn't say anything, but Wen Nanxi clearly understood what he wanted to express.
What he meant was, don't ask questions when you already know the answer.
Wen Nanxi closed her eyes, trying hard to calm the frustration in her heart, and tried her best to make her tone gentle.
"In that case, Fu Ciyan, let's get a divorce."
Hearing this, Fu Ciyan felt a little impatient and rubbed his eyebrows:
"What are you making a fuss about?"
"I'm serious."
Wen Nanxi bit her lower lip hard to wake herself up.
"Three years are almost up anyway, aren't they? We're going to get divorced sooner or later, so a few days won't make a difference."
She and Fu Ci Yan had a marriage agreement, and they signed the agreement on the wedding day.
During these three years, she was Mrs. Fu. Fu Ciyan invested in the Wen family. Three years later, they divorced peacefully and she got a share of the property. From then on, they had nothing to do with each other no matter how they got married.
She had never taken this agreement seriously before. After all, they were so loving in the first two years of their marriage, and there was no way they would end up getting divorced.
But it was not until today that she realized that this agreement was signed for Ji Jiaojiao.
Three years later, his beloved Bai Yueguang returned to China, and he, the ridiculous contract wife, was about to be kicked out of the house.
Since they have to separate in the end, she hopes that it will be herself who proposes it.
At least this way she can go with a little dignity.
"Oh……"
Fu Ciyan chuckled:
"Have you not yet recognized reality? After leaving the Fu family, where else can you go? Go back to the Wen family and be sold again?"
Wen Nanxi discovered that Fu Ci Yan could always accurately hit her pain points.
Her stepmother had framed her for the Fu family's investment.
It was also because of this that Fu Ci Yan's parents were always dissatisfied with her.
But she is also innocent, she is also a victim.
She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone:
"We agreed that after the divorce, we'd have nothing to do with each other, whether we got married or not. That's my future business, so don't worry about it."
"Wen Nanxi."
Fu Ciyan's voice became much deeper:
"Do you know what you're talking about? I give you a million yuan in pocket money every month, and you're still not satisfied? Can you support yourself without me? Just relying on your salary of just over ten thousand yuan? I even provided you with a job."
Wen Nanxi looked up suddenly, not missing the contempt in his eyes.
"Fu Ciyan, do you think I'm just a dodder that depends on you?"
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