It was the blooming month of March, but the temperature around them suddenly dropped below zero.

The stinging pain in the palm of his hand and the clear fingerprints on Sheng Huai's face shattered the romantic and affectionate atmosphere just now, as if it was just a dream.

Sheng Huai stroked his hot face with his two rows of black eyelashes drooping. This was the first time he was beaten by someone, and it was by his delicate and gentle wife.

He exerted force on his palms, his eyes were covered with a layer of cold mist, his big hands tightly wrapped around Su Yun's waist, and his voice was dripping with icy water.

"After being away from me for a few days, you've learned how to hit people?!"

"It seems like I have to keep an eye on you every step of the way!"

Su Yun's heart tightened and her fingertips trembled. She thought that the slap just now would make him let go. The dignified and cold President Sheng would never allow himself to be offended.

However, it seems that the result is not the case...

"Sheng Huai, why bother? You don't love me. You will never fall in love with me now, in the past, or in the future."

He spoke almost every word with an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"That's right, I don't love you, now, in the past, and in the future!"

"Back then you used all means to marry me, and now you want to leave me casually. Su Yun, who do you think you are?"

Looking at the woman he was holding, Sheng Huai felt a tightness in his chest. If he had not married her under various pressures, he would not be trapped in the cold cage of the Sheng family.

lifetime……

He hated her, hated the Su family, and hated the Sheng family.

After marriage, he always didn't want to communicate with her, didn't want to understand her preferences and her thoughts. Except in bed, facing her jade-like body, he was always unable to control himself.

So every time he had an impulse without any preparation, watching her beg for mercy softly until she could no longer suppress her pain and struggle.

So when she was most isolated and helpless, he chose to be indifferent. He watched her embarrassed look when she was surrounded by a large number of reporters and questioned harshly, watched her begging for medical expenses in front of him, watched her desperately wanting to leave...

Oh!

Leaving, she dreamed.

He, Sheng Huai, will never allow it!

The sunset glow has completely faded, leaving only a last ray of light on the horizon. The waves are rolling on the sea, sweeping away the white sand and then letting it go.

Su Yun was silent, and she straightened her wrinkled cotton skirt bit by bit under his hoop. Her hair was already loose, so she simply pulled out the hairpin. A gust of sea breeze lifted the ends of her hair and brushed it against his brows.

Sheng Huai was the same as always, wearing a neat suit and expressionless. Apart from the redness on his angular face, there was almost no difference.

He watched Su Yun adjusting her skirt and letting her long hair down in front of him.

This scene seemed very familiar. Not long after they got married, she liked to get up early, tiptoe to put on a plain skirt, sit at the dressing table and comb her hair bit by bit, then go downstairs to make breakfast for him personally.

He would squint his eyes and watch the sunlight shining on her porcelain-white body, his gaze moving inch by inch, and finally he could not control himself.

Su Yun raised her head and looked at his unpredictable gaze. She wanted to find a clue that could allow her to escape from the confinement, but she lowered her head after a moment, her voice full of fatigue.

"Sheng Huai, please let me go."

He didn't say anything, but just pressed his palm harder on her waist.

Let her go?

Unless he's dead.

Sheng Huai will only have one wife in his life, and he never wants to be like his father!

What's more, he never thought of letting go from the bottom of his heart.

…

The two walked back to the city center in silence. Su Yun refused his request to take her downstairs and took the bus to the suburbs alone.

The night scene of the city flashed by outside the car window like a silent film. Her waist, which had been restrained by Sheng Huai, still felt painful. Her eyes were misty and she stood in the car for a long time without moving.

[Su Yun, if you want to leave me, you have to die. ]

[Do you think I, Sheng Huai, can get rid of you just by wanting to? ]

[Divorce? What qualifications do you have?]

Su Yun closed her eyes tightly, trying to forget the words scrolling in her mind.

After getting off the car, it was already pitch black all around. There were no street lights in the old houses on the outskirts of the city. She stood under the seven-story old residential building and looked at it for a long time.

There are few lights in the whole building now. Most people have moved out of this old and backward area, but even this place was kindly vacated for her family by others.

Seeing his daughter come back, Su Mingan handed her a bowl of soup.

"Xiao Yun, why do you look so bad? Are those creditors looking for you again?"

Su Yun took a sip of the soup, used the bowl to hold back the tears in her eyes, and her voice became cheerful again: "No, you think too much. I plan to find a lawyer for the company's matters."

Su Mingan turned around and said in a low voice: "The lawyer had looked for it before, but the key evidence was destroyed and other shareholders were unwilling to testify."

Su Yun's heart sank, but she still tried to smile and change the subject: "Dad, your cooking skills are pretty good now. The soup you make is as good as those in restaurants."

"Okay, stop lying to your dad!"

Su Mingan smiled and glared at his daughter, then opened the drawer and took out an exquisitely packaged box and handed it to her.

"Here, Xiaoyu sent it to you."

"She still misses me. It's been a long time since she returned home!"

Xiaoyu is Su Yun’s best friend. The two of them went to France together from kindergarten to high school, and finally went to France to study fashion design.

After graduation, Xiaoyu stayed in France to work and became a well-known fashion designer.

And Su Yun, not long after returning to China... married Sheng Huai.

Seeing his daughter's expression, Su Mingan poured her another bowl of soup: "Eat more, you've become so skinny!"

"With your body, can you survive being a piano teacher in a kindergarten? There are so many children around you."

Su Yun paused with the spoon in her hand, lowered her eyelashes, and smiled bitterly: "No, I'll find another job."

Su Mingan took off the apron around her waist and hung it aside, then sat next to her daughter: "Xiaoyun, why is this? Although the salary in the kindergarten is not high, it is stable. You will feel better when there are children chattering around you."

Su Yun didn't want to make her father worry, so she smiled and said cheerfully, "It's not that I don't want to go, it's Sheng Huai..."

"But don't worry. I, Su Yun, graduated from a prestigious university and have good professional skills. I won't be unable to find a job."

There was silence at the table for a moment. Su Ming'an stood up and stood at the kitchen window with his back to his daughter. The cold wind blew in and ruffled his already gray hair.

After a long time, his voice became a little hoarse.

"Xiao Yun, I told your mother that you wanted to divorce Sheng Huai."

"Your decision...we all support it."

"But if the company doesn't get better, our Su family will be burdened with a huge debt. You, you are a girl..."

"How will I live my life from now on..."

Finally, this middle-aged man who had experienced the ups and downs of the business world and shed blood but no tears could speak incoherently and could not even say a complete sentence.

Su Yun is his precious daughter whom he loves and cherishes at the top of his heart.

Now I have to watch her being wronged, but I have no ability to protect her.

On the contrary, the daughter has to bear the heavy burden of the family.

For a father, this is undoubtedly like using a blunt knife to scrape bones and remove meat.

Heart-wrenching pain...