Chapter 62 I feel very upset
Chang Jia's outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air.
There was still a slight cool touch in the air on my fingertips.
Lin Jianqiu's words were like a basin of cold water, which immediately soaked Chang Jiagang's fiery heart.
There were indeed no people around, only a few vague shadows moving in the distance.
He looked at her, and the warmth he had brought back from Lu Xiao and Su Tang was instantly chilled.
All that was left was irritability, mixed with an indescribable feeling of suffocation, which suddenly exploded in my chest.
"Oh."
A short, cold laugh escaped Chang Jia's throat.
He withdrew his hand, without even looking at her, turned around and strode into the house.
The moment the door was pushed open, Lin Jianqiu was startled by the sound and looked up subconsciously.
Her husband's figure was full of dissatisfaction. Although he didn't say anything, Lin Jianqiu felt panicked.
She twisted the corner of her clothes with her fingers helplessly and hurriedly followed in with small steps.
The room was dimly lit.
Chang Jia stood beside the simple wooden table with his back to the door.
There were two freshly washed coarse porcelain bowls on the stove, still covered with water droplets that dripped onto the ground.
The nameless fire in Chang Jia's heart grew stronger and stronger, causing his temples to throb.
All that filled his mind were the images of Lu Xiao and Su Tang walking away side by side, Lu Xiao's hand resting so naturally on Su Tang's waist, and Su Tang leaning her head slightly to his shoulder as she spoke.
Why? Why did Chang Jia feel like he was doing something shameful just by touching his legally married wife?
"Husband is heaven? What a husband is heaven!"
Chang Jia turned around abruptly, his eyes fixed on Lin Jianqiu, who had just stepped over the threshold and looked even more uneasy.
"So, before I even touch you, do I have to check the almanac and pick an auspicious day when no one is around?!"
His voice was not loud, but it seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Lin Jianqiu was shocked by the storm in his eyes. His face turned even paler and his lips trembled: "I... I'm not... Jia Ge, listen to me..."
She was eager to defend herself, to bring out the rules ingrained in her bones, "Women should be polite, in front of outsiders..."
"Outsider? Which eye saw an outsider?"
Chang Jia's patience was completely exhausted. The dissatisfaction and grievances that had been accumulated for too long were like a flood that broke through the dam of reason.
He felt a surge of evil fire rushing to his head, burning his vision so that he just wanted to smash something.
Until his eyes swept across the stove, the coarse porcelain bowl closest to him became the only target.
"Observe etiquette? I told you to observe it!"
Chang Jia almost roared and swung his arms violently.
With a clang, a sharp cracking sound exploded in the small space.
The innocent coarse porcelain bowl hit the hard ground hard and shattered into pieces in an instant.
Broken porcelain pieces scattered like hail, and some pieces even bounced to Lin Jianqiu's feet.
Lin Jianqiu was so frightened that he let out a short scream and his body swayed, but he held on to the door frame tightly and did not fall.
She looked at the glaring pile of debris on the ground, then suddenly looked up at Chang Jia.
The man's chest heaved violently, and the veins on his neck bulged.
The eyes that usually held a gentle smile now only contained wounded anger and fatigue.
The way he looked at her was as if he was looking at a stranger, a stranger that he could never get close to.
This look made Lin Jianqiu even more frightened than the roar and the smashing of bowls just now. She felt cold all over and froze in place, unable to move.
Chang Jia no longer looked at her, as if looking at her any longer would be torture.
He took a breath and rushed into the gradually deepening dusk outside without looking back.
The footsteps grew farther and farther away, until finally they were swallowed up by the endless darkness.
Lin Jianqiu looked at the mess on the ground in front of him, and his tears finally rolled down like beads that had broken off the string, hitting the cold broken porcelain pieces.
She didn't know what she had done wrong, she was just... just following the rules she had been taught since she was a child.
Why was Jia Ge so angry? Why did he throw things? Why did he look at her with such pain?
Chang Jia went directly to Lu Xiao's house.
Not long after, Lu Xiao came out and was a little surprised to see Chang Jia.
How come he came back so soon?
"Chang Jia? What are you doing..."
"I feel suffocated and want to drink."
After saying that, Chang Jia walked in.
Su Tang went next door to accompany Lu's father and mother.
The old couple planned to go back tomorrow, so Su Tang went to accompany them.
Lu Xiao was planning to take a shower, but unexpectedly ran into Chang Jia.
Chang Jia saw the white wine in the cabinet, took it out and poured it into the glass.
The smell of white wine spread instantly.
"Drink with me!"
Chang Jia slammed the bottle on the table and poured the wine into his mouth.
The pungent liquid cut his throat like a knife, choking him and causing him to cough violently, tears coming out of his eyes, but he ignored it and took another big gulp.
Lu Xiao frowned, looking at his friend's distraught and almost self-destructive look, and he understood about 70% of the situation.
He closed the door, walked to the table, and without touching the wine, asked in a deep voice: "Is it because of my sister-in-law again?"
"sister in law?"
Chang Jia suddenly put down the enamel pot, and the wine splashed onto the table.
He smiled a smile that was uglier than crying, his voice hoarse and nasal: "What kind of husband am I? Ah? Lu Xiao, tell me!"
"Look at you! Look at you and Su Tang! You can hold hands if you want, and hug each other if you want! What about me?"
He slapped his chest hard, making a dull sound.
The red bloodshot in his eyes became more pronounced, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with uncontrollable sobs and grievances.
"I can't even fucking touch her! Not outside! At home... Oh, at home she avoids me like the plague! I'm her husband! I'm not some dirty thing! I'm not a monster!"
Chang Jia grabbed the jar again and took a big gulp. His voice was a little choked, making him look miserable.
He put the jar down heavily, his body slumped down, his forehead resting on the cold edge of the table, his shoulders twitching uncontrollably.
His voice became lower, as if all his strength had been exhausted, leaving only endless fatigue and despair.
"In her heart... in her heart, there are only her damn rules... Husband is God? I am the 'God'... Even touching my own wife is a sin... Lu Xiao, I am also a living person... I feel pain too..."
The last sentence, with a broken cry, fell lightly to the ground, but it was so heavy that it made the whole room quiet.
Lu Xiao looked at his friend huddled at the table, his back trembling slightly due to suppressed emotions. His brows were twisted into a knot, and he didn't know how to start talking for a moment.
Lin Jianqiu is also a victim. If it weren't for those deadly systems, she wouldn't be in this situation.
But what's the point of saying so much now?
This is the rule she has learned since she was a child. How can she change it in a short time?
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