On the way to the hotel, the driver drove.
We sat in the back row, and Fu Qichuan was a little silent.
Occasionally he tilted his head to look at me, but didn't say anything.
He didn't say anything, and I didn't have anything to say to him, so I just kept quiet.
The hotel is not far away.
Silence, silence, and it will arrive.
"The little boy who just kissed your aunt, is he Zhou Fang's nephew?"
After a long time, his low and hoarse voice finally rang out in the quiet car.
I looked up at the sound and met his dark eyes filled with mixed emotions. "Yes, his cousin's child."
Fu Qichuan seemed a little anxious. He subconsciously took out his cigarette box, took out a cigarette, lowered his head to bite it, glanced at me, and stopped lowering his head to light it.
He took the cigarette away irritably, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the ashtray in the car. He looked at me intently, hesitated again and again, but finally asked.
There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice.
"You and Zhou Fang, are you together?"
I looked at him and didn't feel guilty at all.
It's like things and people have changed after the passage of time.
It seemed as if he had expected that this day would come between us.
He's with someone else, or I'm with someone else.
These are all perfectly normal emotions.
There's nothing to lie about, and nothing to hide. I smiled faintly, "Not yet."
"not yet?"
His eyes narrowed, catching the key in my tone.
I nodded and said frankly, "Yes, there are still some unresolved misunderstandings between him and me."
Fu Qichuan's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was dry and hoarse. "What happened after the misunderstanding?"
"We should be together."
I looked at Fu Qichuan and said seriously, "Then get married? Have children? I don't know. There are too many unknown variables. But in my current plan, this is it."
As the words fell, the atmosphere became very tense.
Fu Qichuan seemed to have had his acupuncture points pressed, and for a long time, he couldn't even breathe.
The whole person was shrouded in the shadow of the setting sun, looking extremely depressed.
After a long time, he took a long breath, not knowing what emotion he was suppressing.
Suddenly, his Adam's apple slid slightly, and he said softly, "What about me? Nanzhi, you've moved on so far, but I feel like I'm still standing there."
"Fu Qichuan, be more fair."
I licked my lips and exhaled, "It's been over ten years. You have no right to ask me to stand still. Back then, it was me who couldn't even get a glance from my husband; it was you who was entangled with Fu Jinan; and it was Zhou Fang who never gave up on me."
I looked at him and asked with a smile, "If it were you, who would you choose?"
“…”
Fu Qichuan was silent for a moment, his hands hanging by the edge of his trousers clenched into fists, veins bulging. When he spoke again, it was with a hint of self-mockery: "You're right."
"But you also said you wanted a fair competition, and I don't even have a chance to compete for a fair competition?" he asked.
"Fu Qichuan,"
I took off the jade bracelet from my wrist and held it out to him. "I know you're a wealthy family now. You have the final say over the entire Fu family, RF, and even Jiangcheng. So, consider this as a plea from me. Please spare my life."
There was a shocking scar on Jing's wrist.
Without proper care, hypertrophic scars can become quite serious.
You can also tell how deep the wound must be to leave such a scar.
Fu Qichuan reached out and pinched my wrist, rubbing it gently with his fingertips, gritting his teeth, "Uncle Cheng told me that if you cut your wrist for Zhou Fang, he would let you go..."
"No."
I interrupted him, "That's the cut I made that time."
After I finished speaking, I stretched out my finger and placed it above the scar. There was a very faint mark.
If you don't look closely, you can hardly see it.
After all, when they attacked, they were not aiming for death.
Just bluffing.
Fu Qichuan's pupils shrank slightly, and his voice trembled, "You...you have suicidal tendencies?"
"depression."
I smiled to myself, then withdrew my hand and slowly rewound the jade bracelet around my wrist, covering the wound. My voice was clear and shallow: "Fu Qichuan, we've been married for three months. You've given me a lot of assets: houses, cars, shares, jewelry. You've never lacked anything. But, I paid for all of this with my life."
When I talk about these things again, I have no complaints.
It was so calm and peaceful, as if he was talking about someone else's feelings.
Fu Qichuan looked at me and asked, "When did it happen?"
I glanced at the busy traffic outside the car and said, "The diagnosis was confirmed the month you brought me from Jingcheng."
“It’s me…”
His voice was trembling. He looked at me in disbelief. He reached out to touch me, but then he didn't dare. "Is it me... who pushed you into depression?"
“I chose it myself.”
I don't want to put all the blame on him.
After all, it's not his fault that he doesn't love me. "When the diagnosis was made, the doctor said he must have been depressed for a long time. Fu Qichuan, I'm not telling you this to make you blame yourself. I've gotten over it now, and I just want to live a normal life."
"What is a life like?"
"A life without you."
I took a deep breath and said with relief, "My life was all my own choice. As for the future, we'll go our separate ways and live our own lives."
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