Chu Wuyang, who had just gotten up, had already strolled to the artificial hill and landscaping area, which was the tranquil lotus pond.
The maid walked over and handed over the anti-itch medicine. Chu Wuyang took it, paused, and turned to look at the third floor.
The sunlight reflected off the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it impossible to see anything.
But Jingmin immediately turned his head to avoid eye contact, only realizing afterward that he couldn't see anything at all.
He looked at her again, staring straight at her.
The maid downstairs handed over the medicine from the pharmacy and casually sprinkled some fish food from the side onto the pharmacy.
Upon seeing this, Chu Wuyang suddenly snatched the fish food from the maid's hand and scattered it all over the place. The maid panicked and shouted to stop her.
"Oh dear, Madam, you can't feed them like that, the fish will die from overfeeding!"
Chu Wuyang still wasn't satisfied, so she picked up all the fish food piled up to the side and dumped it all into the water, even throwing the food containers into the water.
With a "slap," Chu Wuyang forcefully shook off the maid's hand.
"Let me go." He strode away.
Suddenly, there was a "whoosh" sound.
The water churned and bubbled, and all the various precious koi carp that had been napping under the lotus leaves sprang to life.
They competed for food.
Because the two people downstairs were facing away from the upstairs window, Jingmin couldn't see their expressions clearly.
He turned his head and missed the argument, only to see Chu Wuyang throwing fish food at him. He frowned slightly.
Turning our gaze back to the study, the subordinate who was giving a report looked at his boss, nervously clearing his throat as if to ask a question, thinking he might have made a mistake in his report.
The study had quieted down, but then the boss spoke in a cold, serious tone.
Which type of ornamental fish won't die from overeating?
Subordinates: "..."
——
Chu Wuyang clutched her chest and ran back to her room, that familiar feeling of nausea, accompanied by fear, washing over her again.
She collapsed beside the toilet in the bathroom, feeling nauseous but unable to vomit. It felt as if a strong, large hand was tightly gripping her neck.
It made it hard for her to breathe, and she struggled to wave her hands, trying to find something to lean on.
He was trembling uncontrollably, his body covered in cold sweat.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew outside the window, causing the leaves to rustle and fall softly, like ghosts attacking from all directions.
Her bloodshot eyes widened, and she felt an immense darkness engulf her...
——
The meeting in the study continued, while Jingmin was distracted; the garden downstairs was deserted.
"Okay, we'll talk about the rest at the company tomorrow."
The boss's word was law, and the subordinates all shut down their computers, stood up, and left under the guidance of the servants.
The maid who delivered the medicine was tidying up the table. Jingmin took off his gold-rimmed glasses and asked...
"What is your wife doing in the room?"
The maid stopped what she was doing and told the truth.
"After pouring all the fish food into the sink, Madam stormed back to her room. The door was locked, and when I asked her what happened, she said not to disturb her."
"Angrily? Who upset her?"
The maid replied hesitantly in a low voice.
"I suddenly saw fish in the water...and got angry."
Jingmin picked up the computer from the table, walked to the guest room door, and knocked. There was no response, so he knocked again.
A loud "bang" came from inside; something was being thrown, and the sound was angry.
"Didn't I tell you not to bother me?"
"It's me," came the familiar, deep, and cool voice.
The door opened, and a pale face came into view. Her eyes were red and tear-streaked, and her sickly pallor made her lips appear even redder. She tilted her head back to look at him.
Like a swan trapped in a desperate situation, proud, beautiful, yet fragile.
He reached out to embrace his little swan, but was reflexively pushed away without hesitation.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
Not at all discouraged, but only more anxiously asking for the reason, seeing her crying and vulnerable,
His throat was also a little dry, and his heart ached.
The voice was weak, but the force in his hand was no less than that of a sharp longsword, piercing his heart deeply, and drops of blood splattered invisibly.
"W-what's wrong?"
He repeated, his voice gradually losing its strength.
She looked at him with that same indifferent, mocking gaze, and a deep sense of powerlessness washed over him.
Chu Wuyang's lips still held a mocking curve, his eyes filled with an icy chill.
The words spoken were even more ruthless.
"Divorce, divorce, right now. Immediately, right now..."
He could hear each word clearly, but when they were put together, Jingmin couldn't make out what they meant.
The window was open, and a strong wind rushed in, swirling in a few curved camphor leaves, creating a rustling sound in my ears.
It was better for only one day, and now it's like this again. Why is that?
Did things change after she met Yang Jinchu?
The moment he encountered that person, his expression changed instantly; a cold glint flashed in Jing Min's eyes.
"Hmph, I don't know what Yang Jinchu persuaded you to do last night, but let me tell you, divorce... divorce is fine, on the condition that you transfer all your KOALA shares to me,"
After speaking, he stared intently into Chu Wuyang's eyes.
He refused to believe she could compromise. She'd only been back two days and had already brought it up twice. She was really something else.
He never sits idly by and waits to be killed; he always strikes at the snake's vital point.
She wanted a divorce to exchange for shares, so he asked for the same.
Upon hearing this, Chu Wuyang's expression turned incredulous, and she became breathless, her delicate face clearly showing anger.
She had indeed underestimated the other party's shamelessness.
Her eyes, still tinged with blood, gleamed with anger, and tiny tears welled up in her clear almond-shaped pupils.
The wind blew in through the window, tossing her long hair, a few strands clinging to her face, damp with tears.
Seeing this, Jingmin gently raised his hand to help her brush it away, but she slapped it away hard and slammed the door shut with a "bang".
See? She wouldn't agree to the same conditions either. Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you.
——
Airport, at night.
"President Jing,"
"Mr. Jing, it's time to board," the announcement had already been made. Yan Zhou called Jing Min a few times before his thoughts came back to him.
After the argument in the afternoon, I happened to be on a business trip. Usually, business trips for this kind of project...
He doesn't go out personally, and besides, she intentionally turned down work this time to spend more time with him.
Who knew it would still turn out badly?
He clearly "won," and see, she won't mention it again for a long time.
Because she had to figure out how to get shares, but he was the one who "won".
He was the one who fled in panic, giving both him and her some breathing room.
It's just that while one person is desperately trying to get closer, the other is desperately trying to get away.
He could only speed up his approach and hold on tight, giving her no chance to escape.
My head really hurts.
Once on the plane, Yan Zhou asked the flight attendant for some cold medicine.
After Jingmin drank the medicine, he closed his eyes and calmed himself down.
The scene in the garden when I left that afternoon flashed through my mind: servants were scooping up dead carp.
Does a change in a person's mindset lead to a change in their preferences as well?
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