"Don't call me." Zheng Xinyi was already in tears at this moment, her brows tightly furrowed, and she yelled hysterically at Cheng Haoyu. She turned her back to him, swallowed her saliva, and continued, "When you decided to divorce me, your attitude was so firm. No matter what I said or did, it was useless. You even pushed me to Huang Lei, hoping that after our divorce, I could be with him. Cheng Haoyu, are you really willing to let me go?"
"Xinyi, I..." Cheng Haoyu's lips trembled slightly. Faced with Zheng Xinyi's questioning, he became incoherent for a while.
In fact, what Zheng Xinyi said was right. From the beginning to the end, Cheng Haoyu was the only one making the decisions and did not give Zheng Xinyi any chance to breathe. But under the circumstances at the time, he really had no choice. He could not let Zheng Xinyi lose her job just because Wang Yun broke a leg for him. He could not let her take care of Wang Yun like a slave and be ordered around by her all day long. He could not do that.
Zheng Xinyi had nowhere to express her grievances and nowhere to vent her longings. Ever since she and Cheng Haoyu separated, every night was so tormenting for her. She understood Cheng Haoyu's heart and his helplessness, but she felt aggrieved and sad. Even if Wang Yun chose to let go now, the grievance in her heart still existed.
Cheng Haoyu's eyes were red. He swallowed hard, took a step forward, and asked softly, "Xinyi, since things have come to this point, no matter what choice you make, I have no complaints. As long as you feel comfortable in your heart, that's all."
Cheng Haoyu is really distressed by Zheng Xinyi now. No, it should be said that his heart aches every day since he separated from Xinyi. He feels like a walking corpse every day, and that home is cold. There is no feeling of home at all. It is like an ice cellar without a trace of warmth.
But if time could go back, Cheng Haoyu would still make the same choice, because facing the crazy Wang Yun at that time and facing the scene at that time, Cheng Haoyu believed that no man would have the heart to let his beloved woman suffer such a great insult.
Time stood still, and Cheng Haoyu nervously waited for Zheng Xinyi's response. In fact, he was still very afraid that Xinyi would say those two words.
After a long moment, Zheng Xinyi wiped the tears from her face with her hand and let out a soft breath. After letting out her anger for so long, she felt much better. She glanced at Cheng Haoyu, who was standing there motionless like a statue, and raised the corner of her mouth slightly. "What are you still standing there for? It's going to be dark soon, why don't you hurry back to the Cheng family?"
As soon as the words fell, Zheng Xinyi turned and left. Cheng Haoyu was stunned. Looking at Zheng Xinyi's back as she left the Cheng family, the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He suddenly chased after her and asked cautiously: "Xinyi, are you not angry anymore? Have you forgiven me?"
Zheng Xinyi paused and said in a heartfelt tone, "I can't help it. My heart is out of control and it prevents me from saying those two words. So I have no choice but to follow the voice in my heart and punish you by making you spend the rest of your life making up for the injustice I've suffered these past few days."
"Xinyi." Cheng Haoyu's facial features were all beaming with joy. He reached out and held her arm, feeling a little excited.
Zheng Xinyi had vented all the anger and grievances in her body, and the look she cast towards Cheng Haoyu was filled with indescribable ambiguity.
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