Chapter 14: Raging Again
Lin Huaiyan raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a gentle smile in his eyes: "You are still the same as before."
He paused, then asked the question: "Why... have you come to this point?"
"perhaps..."
Mingzhu held her chin with one hand and looked out the window, her long and thick eyelashes drooping, sunken in the shadows.
Lin Huaiyan couldn't see the expression inside.
When she raised her head again, the bright lights were reflected in her eyes, so beautiful that it was dazzling. "You must be tired of it."
Mingzhu did not say who was the first to get tired of the marriage.
Lin Huaiyan's impression of Sheng Yuan is still that of his reckless spirit.
Mingzhu seems to care about nothing, but she is the most serious.
As long as it is something that has been confirmed.
Unless she wants to give up.
Otherwise, no matter what others say, it will not change easily.
"Will you get divorced then?"
Lin Huaiyan asked softly, but he already had the answer in his heart.
Since it has come to this.
He said the word divorce.
I'm afraid there will be little room for maneuver.
But he felt inexplicably.
Sheng Yuan will eventually regret this decision one day.
"Of course."
Mingzhu answered concisely.
Those who lose me are lost forever.
She has always been like this and will not give anyone a chance to regret.
Lin Huaiyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He was so afraid that Mingzhu's character would change after all these years.
Sheng Yuan did not make any principled mistakes.
The Sheng family is now at its peak, almost comparable to the Ming family in the past in the country.
Although divorce can get you a lot of property, it is far less glorious than continuing to be Mrs. Sheng.
Moreover, they have been in love for twelve years. Anyone else might choose to endure it.
Even though they grew up together, the atmosphere inevitably fell into silence after not seeing each other for a long time.
"Miss Ming," Lin Huaiyan suddenly stood up and extended his hand. "I heard that Yunque has invited national-level dancers to perform tonight. I wonder if I would be honored to invite you to watch it?"
Mingzhu curled her lips and slowly placed her hand gently on his palm: "It's an honor, Mr. Lin."
Lin Huaiyan smiled and held her hand, but his eyes froze when he touched the gauze under her sleeve.
He stared at the bandage intently, his voice trembling, and even the smile that was always on his face disappeared: "Your hand...what's wrong?"
The bandage on my wrist is too sensitive.
He asked almost in fear: "You...could it be..."
Suicide, cutting wrists, these words kept appearing in his mind.
Mingzhu was amused by his fearful look and said lightly, "It's just some bruises."
Bruise?
"Is this how Sheng Yuan takes care of you?"
Lin Huaiyan's face darkened.
The gentleness on his face disappeared, and his eyes were filled with terrifying anger.
Mingzhu looked away slowly, not knowing how to answer.
Lin Huaiyan understood when he saw Mingzhu's reaction.
"He did it?" Lin Huaiyan's voice was icy. "Does he think the Sheng family can do whatever they want now? He's just an upstart who got rich thanks to Grandpa Ming, and he dares to do this to you!!!"
Mingzhu patted Lin Huaiyan's arm gently and said soothingly, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury. It will be healed in a few days."
Lin Huaiyan stared at her. Mingzhu was actually comforting him now.
What has Mingzhu experienced over the years?
"Let's go," Lin Huaiyan suppressed his anger and said in a gentle voice, "Let's go watch the show first."
As night falls and the lights come on, the performance is coming to an end.
"Mingzhu, it's time to go back." Lin Huaiyan paid attention to the time and whispered in Mingzhu's ear, his tone full of concern, "Don't you go to bed early every day?"
Mingzhu smiled when she heard this. It was comfortable to get along with friends whom she had known for many years.
Lin Huaiyan still remembers her life habits that have remained unchanged for many years.
Sheng Yuan is twelve years younger than her and was still a college student when they got married.
He always likes to stay up late, and he always has to pester her, and won't stop until late at night.
Mingzhu can totally understand.
She herself only started to pay attention to a regular work and rest schedule when she was approaching 30.
Before this, she always loved staying up late.
Young people have plenty of capital to squander.
What we pursue is the unrestrained happiness, so why would we care about anything else?
Later, the two of them finally worked out a routine.
Although Sheng Yuan always goes along with her in everything, he always has to act like a spoiled brat and ask for some sweet treats before he will obey her.
Beijing City
"Mr. Sheng." Special Assistant Wang knocked on the door gently and placed a document on the desk.
Sheng Yuan rubbed his temples irritably, completely unable to concentrate on his work.
He was clearly determined to get a divorce.
However, he still couldn't help but send people to investigate Mingzhu's every move in Shanghai.
I am particularly concerned about whether she will come back tonight.
"Is Madam back?" Sheng Yuan's voice was low.
Special Assistant Wang lowered his head even more and hesitated to answer.
Sheng Yuan paused as he picked up the document and looked straight at Special Assistant Wang: "She didn't come back?"
If Mingzhu hasn't come back by this time, it means she won't be back tonight at all.
"How dare she!!!" Sheng Yuan roared.
Special Assistant Wang glanced at Sheng Yuan nervously.
He secretly guessed that Sheng Yuan would only get angrier when he saw what was in the document.
Sheng Yuan opened the document and scanned it line by line.
It is not difficult to find out what Mingzhu did throughout the day.
But when the three words "Lin Huaiyan" appeared in the document.
The dark color in Sheng Yuan's eyes made his special assistant shudder.
Yunque’s confidentiality work is top-notch and extremely secretive.
They could only find out after Mingzhu's car entered.
Not long after, Lin Huaiyan's car also drove into Yunque quickly.
The paper was twisted and deformed by Sheng Yuan, and his face looked extremely ugly.
"Bang!"
Sheng Yuan kicked over the solid wooden office chair.
Loosened his tie.
The veins on the back of Sheng Yuan's hand popped out, and his suit jacket was thrown hard against the wall.
He picked up the golf club that was lying in the corner.
Sheng Yuan's solar plexus was still throbbing.
The club smashed against the desk.
Expensive ornaments and computer screens on the desktop exploded.
Fragments flew all over his head.
Special Assistant Wang instinctively raised his hands to protect his head.
I caught a glimpse of Sheng Yuan wiping his face casually through his fingers.
He started smashing again regardless of anything.
The club was smashed into the wall.
The drywall collapsed, revealing a large, dark hole.
Sheng Yuan was breathing heavily, his bloody knuckles tightly gripping the deformed golf club.
The only sound in the office was his heavy breathing.
Amidst the mess on the ground, Assistant Wang's back was already soaked in cold sweat.
He stared at the protruding blue veins on Sheng Yuan's neck, lowered his breath, and dared not move.
I don’t know how long it took, but after venting his anger, Sheng Yuan leaned back on the sofa.
He lit a cigarette with trembling fingers, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
It was not until this time that Sheng Yuan noticed Special Assistant Wang who was still standing beside him.
"Get out." The hoarse voice was full of fatigue.
Special Assistant Wang felt as if he had been pardoned and hurried away.
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