Chen Jing didn’t know if all men had two different faces before and after marriage. She only knew that the man she once loved deeply had changed.
At this moment, Chen Jing was standing blankly outside the coffee shop opposite her home. With red eyes, she looked at a man and a woman kissing in the shop. She didn't know the girl, but the man who was immersed in the girl's tenderness was Lu Ziyang, who had been married to Chen Jing for three years.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and Chen Jing's mind went blank. Her hands hung limply at her sides, trembling slightly. Chen Jing had imagined what would happen today.
A month ago, when washing clothes, a purple hairpin accidentally fell out of Lu Ziyang's suit pocket. At a glance, Chen Jing knew that it was not hers, because she had disliked the color purple since she was a child, which Lu Ziyang knew. Afterwards, Chen Jing casually asked, "Ziyang, the purple hairpin in your pocket accidentally fell out, I..." "Don't touch my things casually, you don't have to wash my clothes yourself in the future." Lu Ziyang replied coldly before Chen Jing finished speaking. This reaction really scared Chen Jing, and it indeed confirmed her inner guess.
It wasn't until she saw it with her own eyes today that she finally put aside the anxiety she had been feeling for the past month. Chen Jing forced a smile and turned back home.
After midnight, there was a slight sound of a door closing in the living room. It sounded so harsh to Chen Jing's ears at this moment. The scenes outside the cafe in the evening kept appearing in Chen Jing's mind again and again. She had obviously tried her best to forget it, but at this moment, she understood that the cracks that had already been opened could not be filled in any way. Even if it was pretended to be sealed, it would be blown away by a gust of wind.
Soon, the sound of running water could be heard in the bathroom. It was Lu Ziyang taking a shower. Thinking that he would be lying in the same bed with her after the shower, Chen Jing couldn't help but feel physically nauseous. She felt dirty! She hoped that Lu Ziyang could have a little conscience and take the initiative to sleep in the guest room. Just as she was thinking this, the door rang. Lu Ziyang walked in quietly and glanced at Chen Jing lying on the edge of the bed. He reached out and turned off the night light next to her, then lay down on the side that Chen Jing had left for him. To be more precise, the side, because Chen Jing was huddled at the edge of the bed at the moment, and if she turned over, she would roll to the ground.
Lu Ziyang silently cast his gaze towards the woman beside the bed. Her slender figure and tight, smooth skin, illuminated by the moonlight, looked like silk, faintly shimmering. Her alluring profile was slightly flushed, revealing a hint of coquettishness amidst her sensuality. Chen Jing was very beautiful, not a beauty that would strike a stern eye, but rather a beauty of a noble and cool character. As the old saying goes, true beauty lies in the bones, not the skin, and Chen Jing exemplified this beauty. Lu Ziyang couldn't help but stare blankly. He admitted that Chen Jing was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but after a moment, he regained consciousness.
Chen Jing felt the burning gaze behind her for a moment and couldn't help but frown. She clenched her hands, careful not to make any sound. At this moment, a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist, and she subconsciously let out a cry. Lu Ziyang didn't expect Chen Jing to wake up. He whispered, "Sorry, I woke you up." Chen Jing looked up at him, just one glance, and the sore feeling in her heart came back again. She opened her mouth indifferently, "Go to sleep, don't touch me again."
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