In this way, Sang Tianen returned to his house with a young man whom he had just known for less than three hours.
She originally thought that Yan Zheng was asleep or had simply left, but she didn't expect that when she opened the door, she would see a neatly dressed man sitting on the sofa smoking alone.
"I'll come back to pack my things and leave." Sang Tianen put his bag on the entrance and turned to the boy behind him and said, "Do you remember what I said to you downstairs just now?"
"I remember." The boy's eyes sparkled like a puppy.
Sang Tianen took out shoe covers and handed them to him, then changed into slippers himself.
The boy bent over and put it on with strange movements, probably because he had never worn it before and he was in a hurry to succeed, so he tried several times but failed.
Sang Tianen looked at the dirty soles of his canvas shoes that were occasionally shaking off some dirt, and directly took the shoe covers and put them on him.
The boy pressed one hand against the wall and lifted his foot obediently: "Do you dislike me? Why did you put two bags on my foot?"
Sang Tianen rolled his eyes at him and said bluntly, "Why are your shoes so dirty? Even beggars have cleaner shoes than you."
The boy pouted and said, "I need a place to wash and dry my clothes. I can't even eat enough, so why should I care if my shoes are clean?"
Sang Tianen was too lazy to argue with him, so she put on her shoe covers and walked into the house. Yan Zheng was still sitting on the sofa, but his face was not very good, as if he was dissatisfied with her sudden return.
"Don't worry, I'll be done with it soon. It won't take too long." Sang Tianen went to the bathroom. She had just drunk too much beer and she couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Who is he?" Yan Zheng asked calmly, his eyes fixed on the yellow-haired boy. "Have you been with him all this time?"
Sang Tianen had no time to deal with him, now she just wanted to let it all out.
"Uncle, my name is..."
Sang Tianen didn't hear the rest of the words. When she came out of the bathroom, she found that Yan Zheng and Huang Mao were not in the living room.
"Yellow-haired?" Sang Tianen called out, and the boy's unhappy response came from upstairs.
Sang Tianen climbed up the stairs. Yan Zheng was leaning against the door frame at this time. Hearing her footsteps, he turned his head and said coldly, "You only knew him for three hours and you brought him home?"
"What does this have to do with you?" Sang Tianen rushed past Yan Zheng and shouted into the house, "Yellow Hair, if you dare to touch my things, I will beat you to death."
"No, no, Auntie, your house is beautifully decorated, a bit like the house of the heroine in a TV drama." The boy's voice was full of envy, "If I could live in a house like this, I can't imagine how happy I would be."
"There are so many things you envy." Sang Tianen walked to his cloakroom, took out his suitcase and started packing.
"Wow! You actually have so many clothes!" Huangmao followed her into the house, "I'm so envious that I'm drooling."
"Then wipe it quickly to prevent it from dripping on the floor. I have to mop the floor."
"Auntie, you are so sharp-tongued!" The boy pouted.
"If you're not happy, get out." Sang Tianen said bluntly.
The boy's eyes turned, and he came up to her with a smile and said, "Auntie, do you want me to help you pack your things?"
"You'd better put away your dog paw." Sang Tianen chased him away like a fly, "Go where it's cooler."
The boy's expression suddenly changed, and he covered his stomach and said, "Oh, my stomach hurts."
"You deserve it. You ate all the snacks in that bag. If you don't have a stomachache, who will?"
The boy didn't talk to Sang Tianen anymore, and ran straight to the bathroom and closed the door.
As soon as the boy left, the whole house became quiet, with only the sound of Sang Tianen packing up his things.
Yan Zheng looked at her busy figure and said softly, "No need to pack, I will move out tonight."
Sang Tianen paused, threw a base shirt on the suitcase, turned around and looked at him: "Very good."
"I've put everything you gave me in a safe, and I've transferred all your money to your bank account. As for the child, I'll talk to you about it with a lawyer..."
"Don't tell me that. I told you that spending money on a relationship is normal and you don't have to pay me back. As for the children, what makes you think I would give them to you?"
Yan Zheng's face turned pale and his hands clenched tightly: "But... I remember you don't like children."
"Yes, I don't like it, but since I have given birth to them, I will be responsible for them." Sang Tianen raised his chin and looked down at him condescendingly, "If you insist on taking the children away from me, then we will have to see you in court."
"Child, you can still have children with other men in the future."
"You can also have children with other women?" Sang Tianen blinked, "Don't worry, the child is with me, and you as a father can still come and see it."
"No, I want the child." Yan Zheng pleaded in a soft voice, "Xiao En, please give me the child. I will take good care of it."
"This is not up to you and me. Let's see what the judge decides." Sang Tianen raised his foot and kicked the suitcase in. Without even looking at Yan Zheng, he walked out of the room.
Yan Zheng followed her helplessly. Sang Tianen felt annoyed and turned around and asked, "Are you done yet? Why are you acting like a follower?"
Yan Zheng just looked at her, his eyes red. If it were in the past, Sang Tianen would have softened her heart and agreed to everything he said. But now they were nothing. The thought of her child having to recognize another strange woman as his mother was hard for her to accept.
"Yan Zheng," she said, taking a deep breath. "The child is my own. Although I don't have the same sensitivity to children as you men do, he or she is, after all, my blood and my genes. Even if I don't like children, I won't treat them harshly. You don't have to worry so much and act like I'm their stepmother."
Yan Zheng swallowed and said, "That's not what I meant."
"So what do you mean?"
Yan Zheng lowered his eyes and asked softly, "Can't you give me the child?"
"If you never get married, I'll agree. Don't accuse me of being selfish. Which woman can stand her child calling a stranger her mother?"
"Okay, I agree!" Yan Zheng raised his head and said decisively, "As long as you give me the child, I will never fall in love or get married."
"Are you sick?" Sang Tianen showed an incredible deep affection. "Tell me the truth, are you with me just to borrow my seed?"
"No..." Yan Zheng turned his face away slightly, avoiding Sang Tianen's burning gaze, "I really liked you."
Sang Tianen walked back and forth for a few steps, and finally stopped in front of Yan Zheng. He asked in a low voice: "Yan Zheng, I'm going to ask you one last time, do you really want to divorce me?"
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