After he finished speaking, the master bedroom fell into a deathly silence.
After a moment, Zhan Jingting finally couldn't help but speak first, "Qiao Wanwan, speak up! Don't think that I'll agree to divorce you just because you're using emotional abuse. Unless I die, you'll never be able to shake off the identity of Mrs. Zhan for the rest of your life!"
Qiao Wanwan slowly opened her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She bit her fingers tightly to keep herself from making a sound.
She didn't want to get into a verbal sparring match with Zhan Jingting, nor could she soften her stance, otherwise her entanglement with him would only deepen and become harder to sever...
Late at night, Zhan Jingting threw off the covers, got out of bed, walked to the sofa, carefully picked up the sleeping girl, and carried her back to bed.
With a "click," the light was switched off.
In the darkness, a man's deep, husky voice slowly rang out, "Wanwan, you are mine... mine alone."
He gazed intently at her face, as if he could never get enough of looking at her.
The girl was sleeping restlessly, as if trapped in a nightmare she couldn't escape. She shook her head anxiously, "Go away...don't come any closer...go away!"
"Wanwan?" Zhan Jingting grasped her hand. "What's wrong?"
"Don't touch me!" Qiao Wanwan pushed her away forcefully as if by reflex. "Don't come any closer! Don't touch me!"
"Wanwan, it's me!" Zhan Jingting hugged her tightly, not letting her move. "You had a nightmare. Don't be afraid, I'm here."
She trembled in his arms, and it took her a long time to gradually calm down.
......
Qiao Wanwan had a dream.
In her dream, that blurry figure still held her captive, and boundless fear swept over her, completely engulfing her.
The figure was like a giant python, tightly coiling around her, making it hard for her to breathe.
Qiao Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes, feeling as if she had been resurrected from a dream.
She could hear Zhan Jingting's steady breathing; he was indeed holding her tightly with both hands and feet, as if afraid she would run away.
Qiao Wanwan was a little confused.
Wasn't she sleeping on the sofa last night? How did she end up back in bed?
She probably got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and when she came back, she subconsciously lay back down on the bed.
It couldn't possibly be Zhan Jingting who carried her to bed.
Qiao Wanwan carefully moved Zhan Jingting's hand away. Just as she was about to get up, the man in his sleep suddenly opened his eyes.
Their eyes met, and both of them were stunned for a moment.
Zhan Jingting quickly smiled, but the smile froze at the corner of his eyes. "Weren't you going to sleep in a separate bed? Why are you up here again?"
Qiao Wanwan: "......"
"I don't know why I'm in bed."
"You think I'd still believe your nonsense?"
"......"
Qiao Wanwan was speechless. She pushed his hand away and was about to get up when the man grabbed her wrist.
"Qiao Wanwan, help me get dressed."
Qiao Wanwan: "......"
"Zhan Jingting, you can't stand up, you're not crippled, so why do you need me to help you get dressed?"
"You're my wife, what's wrong with taking care of me?"
"Don't be unreasonable, I still have to go to school."
"I'm not feeling well. You stay home and take care of me. You're not allowed to go to school."
Qiao Wanwan closed her eyes briefly. "I'll give you two choices: first, divorce; second, I'll move out."
"Why should I choose?" Zhan Jingting sneered. "Qiao Wanwan, do you think I'll still indulge you like before? Don't even think about anything related to divorce or separation!"
"You want to go to school, right? Do you believe I can make Imperial University close down?"
"Zhan Jingting!" Qiao Wanwan was both upset and angry. "Do you have to make such a scene?"
"Yes, I'm going to make a scene, what can you do about it?"
Qiao Wanwan pushed his hand away, got up, and went to the bathroom.
It wasn't that she insisted on going to school, but this week's classes were very important because they were related to Zhan Jingting's illness.
Qiao Wanwan thought for a moment, then contacted the male classmate she had treated to dinner last time, and listened to the class via video call, taking notes as she listened.
"Wanwan, why didn't you come today?" the male student asked in a low voice. "The school beauty, Qiao Yuqi, even came to see you just now."
Qiao Wanwan sneered inwardly. Qiao Yuqi had naturally come to see her in despair; the more pain she was in, the happier Qiao Yuqi was.
"I understand, thank you."
"Then you should listen carefully in class. My phone has plenty of battery, enough for you to listen all day."
"Thanks."
......
Qiao Wanwan soon received a call from Qiao Yuqi.
"Wanwan, why haven't I received any good news from you yet?"
Qiao Wanwan smiled and said, "Divorce in a wealthy family isn't as simple as you think. We didn't sign a prenuptial agreement, so I naturally have to get my share of the money, which means it won't be quick."
"You still want money?" Qiao Yuqi laughed. "I didn't realize, Qiao Wanwan, that you've got a pretty good plan. You want to get a share of the money from the Zhan family to deal with me, right? Dream on. The day after tomorrow is the deadline, don't test my patience."
"Okay." Qiao Wanwan hung up the phone and continued working on her computer.
The next day was Saturday. Qiao Wanwan didn't want to face Zhan Jingting at home, so she went to the hospital to accompany Cheng Zaozao.
Qiao Wanwan didn't return to Wutong Bay until dark, but she found something was wrong.
There were many luxury cars outside, and music could be heard coming from inside.
Qiao Wanwan pushed open the door and went in, instantly attracting the attention of many people.
"Wanyi, who is this? Why are you dressed like this?" a woman dressed in noblewoman's clothes asked.
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