Chapter 57 Zhan Xingzhuo, sign the document.
Early in the morning, Yao Qingling was greeted with such a question, which made her already icy expression even more frosty.
"Dr. Zhan, your 'sworn sister' has been divorced. Instead of seeking justice from her husband, you've come to cause trouble for me. Are you a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong, or are you simply clueless?"
Since you're already getting a divorce, don't treat her like your wife anymore and put up with his bad temper.
Please, treat her like a stranger.
Zhan Xingzhuo was speechless, his pent-up anger finding no outlet, his chest heaving violently: "You—"
When exactly did Yao Qingling become so sharp-tongued and unyielding?
He calmed Zhou Zhining down and came to see her without even taking a break. What more could she want?
The man took a deep breath, flicked his sleeve, pushed Qingling aside, and went into the house.
He was extremely agitated.
In the past, when Xiao'er was sick, Yao Qingling would take care of him and not require him to worry about anything; he didn't have to work so hard.
Since she's still alive, she should be more perceptive and help take care of the child.
Qingling frowned and turned to look at him.
The man took off his clothes as he walked, and when he got to the bed, he took off his shoes and actually lay down on the bed to sleep.
Yao Qingling had just gotten out of bed; the blankets were still warm. The man closed his eyes and slept soundly.
Yao Qingling was stunned.
Tao Ye was also stunned, and leaned slightly closer to Qing Ling: "Miss, he..."
Then a man's voice came from inside the tent: "Yao Qingling, I'm going to rest for a while."
After saying that, she turned over and fell silent.
He could be heard breathing heavily, as if he hadn't rested for days.
Yao Qingling and Tao Ye looked at each other, both completely bewildered.
Feelings... Was Zhan Xingzhuo's angry question just a way of throwing a tantrum in front of her? Or venting his frustration?
Does she still consider herself her husband?
Tao Ye frowned, glancing at Qing Ling. What to do now that she'd run into such a rogue son-in-law?
Yao Qingling was only wearing her undergarments and had not yet washed or dressed.
But she didn't go back to the inner room. She said at the door, "Serve me in the side room while I wash up."
Tao Ye said "Yes"; Qing Ling turned and walked towards the side room with a cold face.
The cramped side room was different from the master's bedroom. Yao Qingling sat in front of the maid's dressing table, waiting for Taoye to bring over the things.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
Her black hair shone with a bluish-black hue in the morning light, her skin was fair and delicate, and her eyes and brows appeared serene.
The fear in his eyes had faded, and he looked healthy and no longer looked haggard.
—After returning from Yongning Temple, she did not truly feel safe. She had nightmares almost every night, waking up in fright and then hugging her blankets until dawn.
With no one to comfort her, she healed herself.
She stayed indoors in Causeway Lane and walked out of the darkness on her own.
The years she has been married to Zhan Xingzhuo seem to have honed her ability to remain calm and composed even in anger.
Once, Tao Ye didn't notice and said that she looked weathered, but later corrected herself and said that she had matured.
Yao Qingling touched her hair, her eyes and brows.
Fortunately, it only lasted two years, and I didn't reach the point of premature aging.
Qing Ling let out a long sigh of relief.
She is not yet twenty years old and still has the appearance of a young girl.
Taoye brought in several pieces of clothing, followed by several maids carrying her dressing case.
"Miss, which one should you wear today?" Taoye asked.
Qingling snapped out of her daze, glanced at the clothes, didn't like them, and told Taoye to get them again.
Taoye then brought out several other clothes in different colors and styles.
Qingling chose a crimson jacket embroidered with orioles, paired with a green horse-face skirt with intertwined branches.
Tao Ye exclaimed in surprise, "Miss, you haven't worn such a pretty color in a long time."
Yao Qingling married Zhan Xingzhuo shortly after her coming-of-age ceremony. The Grand Princess asked her to manage her household, and Qingling, despite her young age, wore dark-colored clothing to show her composure.
Qingling touched the embroidery on the clothes: "Wear this from now on."
"Miss should dress like this; it makes your skin look fair and makes you look as beautiful as when you were unmarried... no, even more beautiful." Tao Ye tried her best to make Qing Ling happy by saying nice things.
That son-in-law is a nuisance; he took over the young lady's bed and bedroom first thing in the morning, acting as if nothing had happened.
Where's your face?
Tao Ye grumbled and complained, then took a white jade hairpin and stuck it into Qing Ling's hair bun.
—The jade hairpin exudes a simple and elegant charm.
Qingling pulled out the hairpin, looked at the several dressing cases, and said, "Use this set of headdress."
She picked up a gold hairpin inlaid with red coral.
—Red coral headdress, exuding nobility and elegance.
She is not Zhou Zhining, who would wear white flowers in her hair to elicit pity and sympathy; even if Yao Qingling divorces, she will not fall into poverty and disgrace the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion.
But as she held the jade hairpin, she fell into a daze once again.
This jade hairpin was a gift Zhan Xingzhuo gave her on their wedding night.
He said he carved it himself, and the end is a blooming trumpet vine flower.
The jade color is not precious, but the flower stamen has a subtle touch of red.
She was delighted at the time and wore it almost every day for the next few years; eventually, she got so used to it that she forgot it was a gift from him.
Looking back now, it seems that from the very beginning, he intended to mold her into a trumpet creeper that depended on him.
Perhaps it was because he saw that she was still wearing that hairpin that he didn't take the divorce seriously.
"...That's how men are. When they can't handle women, they like to play dumb and try to get away with it. They care about their pride and won't really bow down to women. They say women throw tantrums, but when men throw tantrums, it's just being coquettish."
Yao Qingling suddenly remembered that one day when she was eating at a street stall, she overheard two women chatting and saying something like that.
She thought to herself that it was quite amusing when a man threw a tantrum in this coquettish way.
Thinking about it now, isn't Zhan Xingzhuo exactly like that right now?
That's not cute, that's disgusting! It's outrageous!
She would no longer feel sorry for him working so hard for days and nights without sleep.
The "Ling" in Yao Qingling is not the "Ling" in the name of the trumpet creeper!
A snap.
Qingling snapped out of her daze; the hairpin had broken.
...
Zhan Xingzhuo was half asleep, drifting in and out of sleep, when he vaguely felt that there seemed to be someone beside his bed.
He glanced at it vaguely.
Somewhat beautiful, like a fairy... She looks a bit like Yao Qingling.
Close your eyes.
In his muddled mind, an image of a ghostly woman, dressed in red, appeared, sitting on the edge of the bed, silently gazing at him.
It's as if he's about to say, "Give me back my life!" any second now.
After a few breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes again.
A beautiful face, but just like in my dream, it looked eerie.
It was Yao Qingling!
Zhan Xingzhuo was so frightened that he was completely sober and even took a step back.
"Yao Qingling, why are you sitting here scaring people?"
The man calmed down, rubbed his face, frowned, and was a bit grumpy when he woke up, but he still sat up.
Yao Qingling spread her hands expressionlessly: "Here's your stuff back."
Zhan Xingzhuo looked down and saw a hairpin broken in two lying in her pink palm.
“Mine?” He himself didn’t remember ever giving Yao Qingling anything.
Upon hearing this, Qing Ling merely gave a faint, mocking smile.
Zhan Xingzhuo gave her very few gifts, and perhaps because they were so few, she forgot that the hairpin was actually a gift from him.
That's great, nobody remembers where this hairpin came from.
Yao Qingling then casually tossed the jade hairpin to the ground.
Anyway, it's not anything expensive.
Yao Qingling stood up, looking down at him, and pulled out a divorce agreement she had already signed from her sleeve.
And the dowry list and betrothal gift list of both parties.
"Zhan Xingzhuo, sign the document."
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