In the stillness of the night, Jiang Shuya lay in bed, gently touching her moist red lips, her mind replaying the lingering, passionate kiss.
Her face began to burn involuntarily, the heat spreading to her ears. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep. This was the most profound kiss in her memory. Clearly, she was no longer a girl and no longer had that youthful shyness.
Looking back on her nearly two years of married life with Huang Minghao, has she ever kissed him like that? It seems like she really hasn't. Only on our wedding day, when a group of people were teasing her about making a ruckus in the wedding room, did she get a quick, light kiss on her red lips.
Huang Minghao's demands were always direct, brief, and devoid of any emotion, which annoyed her to no end.
However, what was bound to happen eventually did happen. On the evening of the next day, Huang Minghao really did return. When Jiang Shuya dragged her heavy steps back, he was found sitting on the sofa in the living room, quietly smoking. He remained silent and composed, with a stern face, showing no sign of joy at his return.
The mother-in-law busied herself in the kitchen, happily singing a little tune to welcome her son.
The old man, unusually at home, didn't go out gambling. Instead, he played hide-and-seek with Tangtang in the backyard. Jiang Shuya couldn't help but sigh; if everyone in this family upholds their responsibilities, restrains their nature, and works diligently and steadily, who can say that such a family is not good? Warm and harmonious, it's what my heart longs for.
Upon seeing Jiang Shuya's arrival, Huang Minghao's eyes widened. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, and the next second he exhaled the smoke, which swirled and drifted around the small living room.
Jiang Shuya frowned slightly and said calmly;
"I'm back."
"Why didn't you answer all those calls? Didn't I tell you to come pick me up at the pier?" Huang Minghao said, standing up and walking towards her, trying hard to suppress his anger.
In Huang Minghao's worldview, Jiang Shuya was a wife he obtained easily without putting in any effort. The fact that he sent her so many messages while she was adrift at sea was his greatest contribution, and it was also the only comfort he had ever given her.
The woman who now belonged to him looked at him with indifference, her eyes filled with coldness and disgust, devoid of any joy.
No longer would she snuggle into his arms as she used to, her face beaming with joy and delight. Although he had never given her a kind look before, he had long been used to her eager flattery. Huang Minghao liked the feeling of Jiang Shuya trying to please him; he neither rejected nor refused it.
Jiang Shuya glanced at the luggage he brought back—a suitcase and the black bag he brought back last time—pursed her lips, and said indifferently;
"I didn't want to pick you up, and I didn't want to hear your voice on the phone. That's all."
Perhaps she could no longer stand his orders and commands. A grown man with hands and feet, yet he made his wife act as his porter. Jiang Shuya no longer wanted to endure that arrogant and subservient life.
How could Huang Minghao not sense such blatant disgust? He suppressed his anger, a cold smile appearing on his lips, and nodded in acquiescence.
"Okay, very good, you'll regret it."
Jiang Shuya knew that this man's patience with her would only last a few seconds, so she no longer needed to try to win him any favors.
"I think I've made myself clear to you. When you come back, we'll go through the formalities. You agree, right?" Jiang Shuya said calmly, and without waiting for his reply, she went upstairs, with Huang Minghao following closely behind.
Once in the living room, Jiang Shuya began organizing the books on the shelf. Tomorrow was New Year's Eve, and she had a ten-day holiday ahead of her, so she was sorting out some books she wanted to read.
"Tomorrow is Lunar New Year's Eve, and the Civil Affairs Bureau will be closed for the holiday. Who will handle the paperwork?" Huang Minghao said casually, one hand in his pocket.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuya paused, stopped working on the bookshelf, and didn't look at him.
"Then let's go through with the paperwork after the New Year. I can use this time to draft the divorce agreement. If you have any other requests, feel free to tell me. As long as they're reasonable and acceptable, I'll consider adding them."
Seeing that she was speaking clearly and logically, and that she was serious, Huang Minghao's lips twitched slightly.
"I haven't thought about the divorce agreement yet, but I'll consider it. Right now, we should focus on having a good New Year. I heard there's a hot spring city not far from Nanjing, and it's a beautiful place."
There's a natural hot spring, like a paradise on earth. I'll take you there to soak in it; it'll be perfect for relaxing and rejuvenating. Not far away are many ancient towns and food streets; it'll be a good place to unwind and sample all sorts of delicious food. I'm rarely home; don't you miss me at all?
It turns out that Huang Minghao really never intended to divorce her, at least not now. He promised his grandfather that he would live a good life with Jiang Shuya, treat her well, and be tolerant of her, but did he really keep his word? So he decided to play hard to get and win back her heart.
Jiang Shuya knew what he was going to say next, so she turned around and said righteously, "I don't want to, I really don't want to."
Seeing how decisive she was, Huang Minghao stopped insisting. He didn't have much patience for her to begin with, and he certainly wouldn't try to please her. In his previous understanding, that was Jiang Shuya's prerogative, and he firmly believed that soon she would fawn over him again, just like before, and be relegated to his cold shoulder.
"Fine, whatever. I'll go with the others then, so don't keep calling me to come back." Huang Minghao said, then went into the bedroom, took off his clothes, and while changing, he suddenly noticed a beautifully packaged gift box on the TV cabinet.
The entire thing was written in English. He could only vaguely recognize a few words and still couldn't understand it. He held it in his hand and examined it from all angles.
Jiang Shuya, who was standing in front of the bookshelf in the second bedroom, suddenly thought of Lin Moxiao's 40,000 yuan. She turned around and went back to the bedroom, where she saw Huang Minghao examining the gift box with a bored expression.
Seeing Jiang Shuya enter, she asked in confusion, "What's this? Who gave it to you?"
Jiang Shuya's heart pounded with nervousness. To be honest, she didn't know what was inside. She had snatched it from Lin Moxiao last night and hurriedly stuffed it into her bag. She hadn't really looked at it carefully. In the morning, because she felt it was a bit too big and bulging in her bag, she casually put it on the TV cabinet.
She pursed her lips, glanced at it nervously, picked it up, and said casually, "I had dinner with my cousin and her friends at the mall yesterday. A friend gave it to me."
"Oh, really? Why don't we open it and see what's inside?" Huang Minghao said, somewhat curious.
With her hands nervously tearing open the outer plastic bag and untying the ribbon, Jiang Shuya's heart pounded wildly. She was filled with anxiety and felt like a sinner, fearing that Lin Moxiao might send her some contraband.
After all, it was only given to her; her cousins didn't receive any. She hesitantly opened the last layer of packaging and, through a thin layer of paper, discovered that it seemed to contain clothing or something similar.
Could it be underwear?
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