Chapter 22: Write the divorce papers now!
Jingxi stood at the door and gently knocked: "Young Madam, it's time for dinner. You haven't eaten lunch yet, how can your body withstand it if you don't eat something for dinner?"
There was silence behind the door for a long time before a slow sound came out.
"Come in."
Jingxi then pushed open the door and placed the stewed soup and rice on the table. Seeing the girl burying her head by the table, she couldn't help but chuckle, "I thought the young mistress would lock herself up all day."
"Wasn't the young mistress with Sword Lord in the Demon Realm? Why did she come back alone today? Did she have a fight with Sword Lord?"
Sang Ying was drinking her soup when she heard him. The heat that had finally subsided in her ears rose again. She was both embarrassed and annoyed. "Don't mention him!"
She was trying to help him because she saw he was about to go astray, and he actually bit her, and he even bit her there. When she came back in the morning, she could still see a tooth mark.
And it didn't just bite her...
Sang Ying leaned back onto the table, burying her flushed face in her arms, revealing only her wet, watery eyes.
She slowly reached out and covered her collar, where a dark hickey was visible.
He kissed her fiercely and painfully, as if he were biting her out of dissatisfaction. Now she doesn't feel anything anymore, but the thought of last night makes the sensation come flooding back, causing her ears to burn.
She now knew where the marks on her back and legs came from. Last night, even though he was fast asleep, he held her very tightly, and the dragon's tail wrapped around her, making it impossible for her to move.
At first she tried to struggle, but when she realized she couldn't break free, she let him be. When she woke up the next day, she was still being held in his arms, as if he were using her as a pillow.
Afraid that she would wake up and see him if she struggled, she finally used a transformation talisman to turn into a little fox before she could crawl out.
After getting up, she looked at the marks on her body and was at a loss. She didn't know how to face him, so she hurriedly put on her clothes and left the demon realm to run home.
Despite the invitation to eat, Sang Ying had no appetite at all; her mind was in a complete mess.
Yesterday's events are understandable; he didn't do it intentionally. His unconsciousness was simply an instinctive reaction during the dragon race's heat cycle. But he should have been conscious a few days ago, otherwise he wouldn't have left in the morning.
Or was he also unconscious a few days ago? Did he hug her while unconscious, and then leave after regaining his senses?
...So annoying.
His white moonlight, her relationship with her fellow students, the past three years of marriage... and what happened these past few days.
Sang Ying's mind, which only knew how to sleep in late every day, simply couldn't hold all these things, and she also had only a superficial understanding of matters of the heart.
All she knew was that Xie Lingyu didn't love her.
Sang Ying quickly ate a few bites, put down her chopsticks, and said, "Jingxi, go and get the household account books."
Jingxi didn't understand, but she did as she was told, and soon brought over a stack of account books.
Sang Ying felt that such hesitation was not her style. Since she had already decided to divorce, she might as well cut the Gordian knot.
She calculated the wages he had handed over over the past three years and neatly divided the family property and house in half, giving each of them half.
The house they were living in originally belonged to Xie Lingyu. Sang Ying sorted out the belongings, handed the account book to Jingxi, and called Lengmian to have people move out.
Both of them were stunned.
Jingxi: "Why did the young mistress suddenly separate from the family?"
Cold-faced: "Young Miss, why the sudden move?"
The two exchanged a glance after speaking, and instantly understood the reason: the problem lay with Xie Lingyu.
Sang Ying remained calm and said indifferently, "Just do as I say."
Lengmian was picked up by Sang Ying, so naturally he only cared about Sang Ying. Although he was full of doubts, he still did as she said and called a team of people to pack up his house and move.
Jingxi, however, was different. She had been brought in by Xie Lingyu after the marriage to take care of Sang Ying. She frowned slightly, "Young Madam..."
Sang Ying waved her hand: "You don't need to call me that anymore. Jingxi, thank you for taking care of me these past few years. These houses are left to you by me. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to Yunshui to find me."
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The sky was dim.
My head is splitting with pain.
Xie Lingyu stood up, rubbing her forehead, her brows furrowed, and saw that she was holding a small fox doll in her arms.
Looking around, I saw Sang Ying's room, but it was empty.
...Did he sleep in her room last night?
But she's not here. Where did she go?
The glass mirror suddenly made a sound.
【Sword Master, I don't know what happened between you and the young mistress. After she returned, she divided the family property and is planning to move out today.】
The young mistress has treated me well, and after careful consideration, I have decided to leave with her.
【Sword Master, take care.】
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Sang Ying hadn't been to Yunhuai Mountain for a long time.
The Core Formation Ceremony for cultivators should more accurately be called the Graduation Ceremony. Once a cultivator has formed their Core, they will have the ability to stand on their own and will no longer stay in the sect, but will venture out into the cultivation world.
After the eldest brother achieved the Golden Core stage, he left Minghua Mountain. Sang Ying rarely went out and only visited Yunhuai Mountain once.
There was a restrictive formation at the foot of the mountain. Sang Ying and her senior brother communicated via spirit butterfly, and the senior brother said to have Xiaomi come down to pick her up.
In my memory, Xiaomi was a beautiful and petite cat. She often took Xiaomi out to play, dragged Xie Lingyu to the back mountain to catch fish, and grilled fish for Xiaomi.
A white shadow flashed before her eyes, and Sang Ying spoke: "Little..."
A cat as tall as a person jumped over, sat gracefully in front of her, licked its paws, flicked its tail, and gave an affectionate meow.
Sang Ying: "..."
Sang Ying sat on Xiaomi's back and patted its sturdy body. "Xiaomi... has been eating well these past few years."
She took out the oil paper packet from her bosom, looked at the small dried fish that could only be used to fill the gaps between its teeth, and remained silent for a while. "Little Mi, how about I help you pick your teeth?"
Little Mimi nuzzled her tail, opened her mouth wide, and gulped down a bag of dried fish.
Xiao Mi chewed on dried fish and took Sang Ying to the senior brother's residence on the mountain. The quiet and elegant courtyard was filled with the aroma of food and the strong smell of cooking.
The young man came out of the kitchen carrying a plate. When he saw her, his gentle eyes curved into a smile, and he called out to her, "Xiao Ying."
Sang Ying looked at him, and for a moment her nose felt a little sore.
Sang Ying never met her mother, who passed away early. Her eldest brother was like a mother to her, always gentle and kind, cooking delicious food for her, combing her hair, and telling her stories to lull her to sleep.
When we were little, my eldest brother would always do this: he would cook something delicious and then come over to call her.
She jumped off Xiaomi and ran into his arms, hugging him tightly, burying her head in his chest, her voice muffled.
"...Senior Brother."
The young man paused for a moment, then his expression softened. He held the plate up in one hand and gently patted her back with the other.
Hearing her sob, his voice softened, "Our Xiaoying has been wronged."
Xiaomi sat crouching to one side, its tail rubbing against her back.
"Are you hungry after the journey? Xiao Ying, sit down and have something to eat. Your senior brother still has two dishes to serve."
Sang Ying sniffed and let go of him. "Senior Brother, do you have any fried sugar cake? I want to eat some."
"We have everything. What else would you like to eat?"
"I want to drink more."
The eldest brother frowned slightly, and considering her health, was about to say that there was no wine here when Xiao Mi had already run to the peach tree and patted the ground with her paws.
Sang Ying understood immediately, rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a flower shovel, and started digging. Soon she unearthed a jar of long-sealed peach wine.
She picked up the jar and looked at her senior brother with starry eyes.
The young man sighed softly, took out a handkerchief to wipe her dirty little face and hands, "You're only allowed to drink a little."
Sang Ying, with a serious expression, readily agreed.
And then... unsurprisingly, I drank too much.
Sang Ying was frail from childhood and had never drunk alcohol before. She had only heard from Xiao Lingzhou that alcohol was a very good thing, and that getting drunk could relieve all her worries.
But Xiao Lingzhou was an unreliable liar who always liked to deceive her.
She first took a small, tentative sip and was surprised to find it sweet with a rich peach aroma. Xiao Lingzhou really hadn't lied to her.
Then she took a big gulp, a whole cup... and her eyes lit up as she clamored for Xiaomi to pour her another cup.
After pondering for a long time, Xiao Mi picked up the jar and struggled to pour the wine into the small cup.
Senior Brother: "..."
Helpless, he snatched the jar from Xiao Mi's mouth. The eldest brother waved his hand in front of the girl who was sitting obediently waiting for Xiao Mi to pour the wine, "Xiao Ying?"
The girl's unfocused gaze fell on his face, slowly fixing on him. After recognizing him, her lips trembled and tears welled in her eyes, as she made a wronged accusation.
"Senior brother... Waaah... Someone is bullying me."
The eldest brother asked gently, "Who bullied Xiaoying?"
The girl started sobbing, tears streaming down her face. "Xie Lingyu... you bastard! He kissed me and I still like someone else... you jerk! I hate him the most!"
She was truly drunk.
They can't distinguish between things in the illusion and things in reality, and they confuse these things.
When the eldest brother heard her mention Xie Lingyu, he sighed softly.
Sang Ying was someone he had watched grow up. From a young age, she had never been frank; the more she liked something, the less likely she was to admit it. Xie Lingyu was his junior brother, also a reserved person who didn't reveal his true emotions.
It's unlikely that two people like this will have a successful relationship, or rather, if it weren't for the circumstances three years ago, they wouldn't have had any opportunity to be together at all.
He had long realized that the two liked each other and thought they would be more honest after marriage, but judging from what she just said, that was clearly not the case.
The girl's tears fell in a steady stream, and the senior brother took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.
Sang Ying took the handkerchief, clutched it in her hand, pulled on Xiaomi's tail, and wiped all her tears on the tail.
Xiaomi looked at her, then at its own tail, feeling wronged but unable to speak.
"..."
Sang Ying sobbed and cursed Xie Lingyu.
"You bastard Xie Lingyu!"
"Isn't it said that Long likes that kind of thing? In the three years since we got married, he's only slept with me a handful of times. One, two, including yesterday, only three times in total!"
"I thought it was because he was impotent, but it turns out he has another girl he likes and hates being close to me!"
The eldest brother calmly wiped the cat with a handkerchief and said succinctly, "Divide."
The girl was stunned, her momentum weakening. "You...you just broke up like that?"
"What else?"
The eldest brother raised his eyes and said, "He already has a girl he likes, and you're still not breaking up with him? Are you planning to watch them be all lovey-dovey?"
The girl slammed her hand on the table and stood up: "Divorce! Write a divorce agreement right now!"
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At the age of fifteen, Lin Mo, from the countryside, was adopted by the wealthy and powerful Bo family in City A.
At seventeen, Bo Mo, who was living under someone else's roof, died on a rainy night.
When she woke up again, she was penniless and walking on unfamiliar streets, not recognizing a single person. In this moment of confusion and helplessness, Bo Mo could only think of her two nominal brothers.
They are truly the chosen ones, the center of attention. The eldest brother, Bo Sichen, took over the conglomerate at a young age and is known for his aloof and arrogant nature.
The second brother, Bo Jinfeng, is arrogant, roguish, and unrestrained.
Bo Mo had long understood that she was not one of them.
She only thought about studying hard to get into a good university, and kept her distance from the two men, having no contact with them until her death.
A torrential downpour, a desolate rain curtain.
Bo Mo borrowed a phone from a kind passerby, and after thinking it over, she carefully dialed Bo Sichen's number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered just before the second ring ended.
Afraid of disturbing him late at night, she spoke timidly, her voice unconsciously low: "Hey, brother."
The other end of the phone was eerily quiet; there wasn't a sound.
Bo Mo nervously plucked the water droplets from her hair, feeling awkward and restrained. She stammered, "I can't find my way home, and I have no money. Brother, could you... lend me some money?"
The sound of shattering glass came from the other end of the phone, sharp and piercing. In the dim rainy night, it was like the breaking of a long-silent dream.
...
A rumor is circulating widely among the elite circles of City A: the older brother of the Bo family is still unmarried, and the younger brother is celibate, all because he is keeping his chastity for his beloved.
A discerning individual pieced together a portrait based on subtle clues.
Long hair in a ponytail, wearing the uniform of No. 1 Middle School in City A, gentle personality, and likes jasmine.
Hey.
Doesn't that sound a lot like the Bo family's younger sister who died young?
...
Perhaps due to their experiences, the two older brothers had undergone significant personality changes seven years later. The eldest brother was no longer aloof and unapproachable; he was gentle and polite, always ready to help her solve any difficulties, and exceptionally reliable.
Even her second brother had shed his roguish ways, patiently tutoring her in soft voices every night.
But Bo Mo knew that they were still not on the same path.
So after saving enough money to rent a place outside, she planned to sincerely thank her two older brothers and leave the old house.
Pushing open her brothers' door, she was suddenly surprised to find the room covered with her photos and filled with her belongings, like a nest full of treasures.
She stepped back in surprise, only to bump into the arms of the person behind her.
...
The cold chain fastened to her ankle. Bo Mo couldn't tell whose fingertips were gently caressing her; it was unusually hot. Tears welled in her eyes, and she could only tremble uncontrollably.
The cold voice that came from behind was incredibly gentle.
"Is it possible that my little sister, who rarely comes home, wants to leave her brother now that she's grown up?"
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timid, dull, and honest younger sister vs. her brother, a mad dog who became a gloomy male ghost after his sister's death *2
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In an unexpected turn of events, Yu Li discovers within the Tower of Prophecy that she is actually the empire's F-rank guide, a fake princess.
Everyone around her thought she was stupid and wicked, and deeply disliked her, only showing her respect and obedience because of her status.
After the S-rank guide, Princess Zhen, returns, her gentle fiancé, loyal chief guard, prince brother... and everyone else will become infatuated with her, creating a restricted-level love triangle.
Her fate was to fall into the mud and be thrown to the front lines where she died tragically.
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……boring.
She was already tired of playing princess games.
Yu Li prematurely ended the game, announced her false princess identity to the Empire, and went to the perilous Black Tower front, gloriously becoming a low-level guide with a salary of three thousand.
...
Yu Li was quite satisfied with her job at the Black Tower. She met many silly young sentinels she could tease and even made a guide friend.
But the S-class sentinels who should be circling around the real princess are always haunting her.
The tall head guard knelt on one knee before her as usual, his seemingly loyal eyes churning with an inscrutable, dark desire, his palm resting on her slender white ankle and pressing against her heart.
"Your Highness, do you no longer want me?"
The gentle fiancé clutched the invalid marriage certificate tightly. His usual refined demeanor behind his gold-rimmed glasses vanished without a trace. As she sobbed, a cold, thick snake tail coiled around her tightly.
"Lili, our marriage is engraved in our mental link."
Her childhood sweetheart, the prince, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, tied a strand of red thread around her wrist, and his cold, bony fingers dug into hers, his gaze obsessively and sickly.
"Little sister, we were meant to be a couple."
Faced with a group of S-class crazy sentinels, Yu Li had no choice but to stay at her guide friend's house to avoid them, eating and sleeping together. However, she accidentally discovered in the mirror that her friend's gaze was thick and melancholy as he looked at her...
"Didn't Lili say she wanted to be my 'best friend' for life and stay with me forever?"
So why are you looking at me with such fear in your eyes?
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