Chapter 93 Where to go? I’ll take you there.
The door of this apartment uses a fingerprint lock.
Chen Fu Ji had entered his own fingerprints after purchasing the apartment; when the apartment was transferred to Xie Ling's name, he also instructed his assistant to enter Xie Ling's fingerprints as well.
Xie Ling never paid attention to such things.
She had been taken care of for herself since she was born, and after the house was transferred to her, she got married soon after and never lived here. Therefore, she never thought that someone else would come into this house.
Chen Fu Ji opened the door.
The atmosphere in the room today was unusually different from usual ones. The lights were half on, and a pair of women's shoes were thrown casually on the floor at the entrance. They were blingbling styles and looked very girlish.
He paused slightly.
When he looked up, it was too late to look away. Xie Ling's figure came into view. She was half-slouched on the leather sofa in the living room, wearing a nude dress and a thin blanket covering her lower body. On the floor in front of the sofa lay an empty wine bottle, and behind her, the door to the wine cabinet was half open.
It's obvious where that bottle of wine came from.
Sometimes, when people are asleep, they are not completely cut off from the outside world.
Xie Ling must have heard some sound. He was half asleep and half awake, and felt someone stopping beside him.
She wanted to open her eyelids and look at the man, but her eyelids were heavy and she couldn't open them. After a moment, she felt the sofa beside her sink and someone patted her.
"You'll catch a cold if you sleep here."
Xie Ling hummed in confusion.
The man's hands were warm and felt very comfortable when they touched her cheek. She subconsciously moved closer and her body tilted, about to fall off the sofa. Chen Fu Ji quickly caught her and pulled the man into his arms.
Xie Ling seemed to be very relaxed with this posture.
Soon, her cheek rested on his chest and she snuggled up to him, "Chen...Brother..."
He was in a daze and didn't know who he was calling.
Chen Fu Ji looked at her deeply.
The hand that was about to touch her cheek again paused and finally dropped down.
Xie Ling didn't care, "Don't go... okay..." She raised her hand and put it around his neck, which was a gesture of dependence.
She was talking in her sleep.
Chen Fu Ji's arms just hung by his side without any movement. After a long while, he tried to wake her up again.
"Let me make you some hangover soup."
After the hangover soup was cooked, the person didn't wake up as expected.
Chen Fu Ji came over and fed her the drink, then stood there, looking at her for a while with deep eyes, and finally turned and left.
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Wake up the next day.
Xie Ling stared at the empty bowl on the coffee table. She had a dream last night. In the dream, it was not Cheng Yu'an, but someone else.
The first half of the dream is warm, but the second half is off track.
She rubbed her legs in her dream, and when she woke up, the sofa under her needed to be cleaned. She frowned and thought about what happened last night.
"Ms. Xie, are you saying that you and your husband are separated, but you dreamed of another man?"
Private counseling room.
After listening to her statement, the psychologist gently summarized it.
"Yes."
Xie Ling nodded.
"So, when you mentioned earlier that you didn't want a divorce, was that also your true intention when you were sober?"
"yes."
The female doctor smiled and said, "So, there are two forces pulling at your heart right now."
"While awake, you don't want to give up your current stable marriage, but in your dreams, you still hold onto hope for an unknown alternative...?"
Xie Ling frowned slightly at her statement.
"No, I didn't..."
Does she have any expectations for Chen Fu Ji?
In her impression, he had always been the nanny's son. Although he was now very successful, he was still far from the power of the Xie family. Moreover, she had never liked him...
Sometimes, people cannot tell everything to a psychologist.
Xie Ling doubted his dream simply because the two of them had been together for so many years and had been intimate countless times.
But these...she couldn't tell the counselor.
She frowned, her face full of hesitation and reluctance. The counselor had seen many such cases before and smiled gently, "May I ask, after marriage, how is your relationship with your husband?"
…
Xie Ling rushed out of the consultation room.
Xie Ling suddenly pushed open the door of the psychological counseling room and almost ran away.
She was wandering aimlessly on the street when she suddenly bumped into two people. One of them was wearing overalls stained with paint. The dark-skinned man suddenly stared at her for a long time. "Mrs. Cheng?"
Xie Ling looked over hesitantly and stepped back subconsciously.
Most of the people in the family who knew her called her Miss Xie and Madam Cheng...
The man suddenly took a step closer, carrying a pungent smell of tobacco. He lowered his voice, each word coming out through gritted teeth.
"Tell Cheng Yu'an that I won't let him go."
The man whispered something and left quickly before Xie Ling could fully react.
Xie Ling looked at the empty streets. The shops were open for business as usual. Everything around him was as calm as usual, as if the brief incident just now was an illusion.
She returned to the apartment and called the housekeeper anyway.
"Have you been home recently, sir?"
"Ma'am, the gentleman never came back except for once to get something."
Xie Ling tried to call Cheng Yuan again.
The phone rang a few times, and the line was always busy. She wondered blankly if he had blocked her.
…
Summer is here in the blink of an eye.
Cheng Yu'an's divorce agreement was mailed to Xie Ling's newly opened dance studio.
Xie Ling sat on the wooden floor, still in her white training clothes, and opened the letter with her bare hands. She had been doing psychological work for the better part of a month. As she opened the letter, the words of the psychiatrist involuntarily popped up in her mind:
“You’re in that sensitive period where a relationship is spiraling out of control, and the fear isn’t about losing the person, but about your life spiraling out of control.
In the past, you projected yourself onto others, expecting to gain a sense of security from them, a sense of security that you cannot give yourself.
Now, you have to take back this projection, which means that you will be independent and rely on yourself in the future.
What you are uneasy about is relying on yourself."
Xie Ling took a quick look at the agreement and found no problems. Cheng Yu'an was very prudent and gave her a lot of leeway in the division of property, showing great care for her.
She put the agreement in her bag.
Then he went to the bar, had two drinks, and signed the contract while drunk.
Saturday was a sunny day.
After visiting Chen's mother in the nursing home, she unexpectedly ran into Chen Fu Ji when she went downstairs.
"Where are you going? I'll take you there."
He was driving a black car, which was not quite like his style. He had a distinguished watch on his wrist and looked a bit noble when he stuck his head out of the lowered car window.
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