Chapter 110 Chapter 110 Divorce, Centrifugal
The light word "again" seems to explain many things.
Duan Wenpei had no time to delve into it.
His entire mind was focused on that thin piece of divorce paper, and his eyes were almost bleeding.
He regrets.
He had known that the divorce papers were on Nan Xu, so why didn't he find them earlier and tear them to pieces with his own hands!
Zhao Mingcheng's words had reached a breaking point, each one piercing like a knife. He dared not move, and could only stare intently at Nan Xu. A sob choked his throat as he shook his head. "Ah Xu, don't sign."
Nan Xu drooped her eyelashes and did not respond to him.
Having made up her mind, she would not allow herself to turn back.
Avoiding his burning gaze, she raised her trembling fingertips and gently brushed the corner of his bloodstained lips.
The bright red bloodstains made the skin on her fingertips almost transparent, as if ice and snow were tempered with cinnabar, becoming the most glaring ink in the world.
She turned around and was about to put her signature on the paper and the divorce agreement, but Duan Wenpei suddenly broke free from the grip of the man in black and grabbed her wrist.
"A Xu—"
He called her in a hoarse voice, and all the blood and energy in his heart rushed to the top of his head, causing him to twitch painfully between his brows.
"I don't want A Niang's tablet anymore, and I won't ask where A Niang is buried. Ah Xu! I only want you, I only have you. This time, please listen to me, okay?"
The more he acted like this, the more uncomfortable Nan Xu felt.
The more this happened, the more Nan Xu understood.
After more than ten years of leaving home and bowing in humbleness, no matter what the cost, what we want is all that we are asking today.
She had experienced Aunt Huan's death for her in her childhood, and knew how painful it was to carry regrets and sorrow.
She liked him and didn't want him to be like her.
Nan Xu became furious and broke free from his hand. She firmly wrote her name and pressed her fingerprint.
The moment her fingers left the book, Nan Xu's mind went blank.
She stared blankly at the nothingness ahead and said, "As for the rest, please ask Patriarch Zhao to take Huaizhou to his mother's grave. I think... my uncle will give Patriarch Zhao a satisfactory answer."
*
At noon on New Year's Eve, the sound of firecrackers could be heard in Shuzhou City, sometimes near and sometimes far away.
Nan Xu walked dejectedly on the cold street, listening to the laughter on the other side of the wall, feeling empty in her heart.
Nan Xu couldn't remember how she had made it through the Zhao family's compound, which stretched one layer upon another, to this point. She only knew she had to keep walking, and she had no idea where she was going. She stared at the gray sky, feeling lost.
It felt like there was a big hole in her heart, and the cold wind was howling into the hole. She covered her heart with her hands to fill it, but she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
Liu Hui, who was following behind her, hurried forward to help her, "Madam, it's cold outside, let's go back."
Nan Xu looked at his outstretched arm, exhausted both physically and mentally. She said weakly, "Go away. I want to be alone for a while. And... don't call me Madam anymore."
Liu Hui looked at her with a complicated expression, withdrew his hand, and stood quietly aside.
He muttered to himself.
Madam is Madam, and this is a fact that will never change.
*
This New Year's Eve, the villa became lively early in the morning.
Putting aside their respective positions and prejudices, everyone was celebrating the New Year in a foreign land for the first time, and the reunion dinner was for a happy reunion, so they decided to hold the New Year's Eve dinner in the flower hall.
After tidying up the pharmacy, Yin Ruizhu happily went to Nanxu's house to look for someone, but was told that Nanxu and Duan Wenpei had gone to Zhao's house early in the morning.
Although he felt a little strange, he changed his mind and thought that no matter how much Duan Wenpei hated the Zhao family, they were blood relatives after all, and it was normal for them to visit each other during the holidays. So he went back to the front yard to see how the servants were dealing with the local products sent by Sima Xun.
When the servants cleaned up the local products, Xie Jin and Nan Yicheng walked in with a few bottles of wine, smiling.
After exchanging a few warm greetings with Yin Ruizhu, he couldn't help asking about Nan Xu and Duan Wenpei. Upon hearing this, Nan Yicheng and Yin Ruizhu had the same idea, but Xie Jin's eyes darkened slightly. He asked someone to guard the gate of the villa, and he would report to them if Duan Wenpei and Nan Xu came back.
Nan Yicheng asked him why, and Xie Jin waved his hands and just said that he and the other two were waiting for the New Year's Eve dinner.
Yin Ruizhu wondered if the Zhao family had no food to eat, but before she could think about it, Xiao Jing waved her over.
Xie Jin has been sticking close to Xiao Jing recently, so he followed her happily.
Xiao Jing was cracking melon seeds and watching the two maids left by Qin cutting paper-cuts.
Although these two people had bad intentions, their skills were indeed good. They cut out a rough shape in just a few strokes. Xiao Jing had been in the secret guard camp for a long time, but she was still a girl at heart. She couldn't help but pull Yin Ruizhu forward to have her cut as well.
Yin Ruizhu thought it was interesting and agreed to sit down. Xie Jin stretched his head to take a look and then moved the paper-cutting basket to Xiao Jing's side in a servile manner.
A few people were talking and laughing, playing, when Ruyi suddenly ran in with an anxious look on her face.
She pointed breathlessly in the direction of Nanxu's room and told Yin Ruizhu to go and take a look. "Madam has been shutting herself in her room since she came back, and won't see anyone. I saw that Madam was covered in blood and it was horrifying. Madam won't let me get close, so Miss Yin, go and take a look."
Hearing this, Yin Ruizhu no longer had the leisure to fiddle with these things. She got up and went to Nanxu's room.
Xie Jin glanced at Xiao Jing, who was staring at the window paper-cut in her hand, wondering what she was thinking. He wanted to change the subject, but Xiao Jing suddenly stood up and chased after Yin Ruizhu. Xie Jin hurriedly followed.
Outside the house, Li Zhan and Nan Yicheng, who had received the news first, were knocking on the door, but there was no sound from inside. They knocked too fast, and the people inside threw something towards the door. There was a crisp sound in their ears, which made everyone's heart beat wildly.
Several people were so anxious that their faces turned blue. They ordered their servants to use sticks and other things to pry the door open. They had never seen Nan Xu lose his composure like this before, and they felt increasingly uneasy.
The door was finally pried open. Li Zhan and Nan Yicheng wanted to go in, but were persuaded by Yin Ruizhu in a few words.
"I heard from Ruyi that Ah Xu came back alone. Something must have happened. It would be bad if there were too many people at this time. Why don't I go in and take a look first?"
The light in the room was dim. Yin Ruizhu looked past the broken pieces of the vase scattered on the floor and saw a faint figure emerging from the bed curtain at the innermost part.
She quietly lifted the bed curtain and leaned over to hug Nan Xu who wrapped herself tightly.
"What's going on? If you have anything to say, just say it. Don't keep it in your heart and make yourself depressed."
She thought Nan Xu would come out from under the quilt when she heard her voice, but she never expected that the "human cocoon" under her hand would wrap around her tighter and tighter.
"Nothing Ruizhu, I'm just tired and want to sleep."
Yin Ruizhu didn't believe her and reached out to move the quilt.
The two of them grew up knowing each other very well and were familiar with each other's personalities and habits.
She pushed hard, and the person inside struggled hard. After a long struggle, Yin Ruizhu finally gave in. She pressed herself down on the 'human pupa' with all her might, sighing deeply, "If you have the guts to stay in bed like this for the rest of your life, then I'll admire you."
After a long moment, the Human Pupa muttered, "Get up, you're so heavy."
Yin Ruizhu didn't move, but instead crossed her legs and reached for the bed curtain at hand.
The Human Pupa couldn't help but peek at her with his red eyes. "If you don't get up now, I'll be the first person in history to be crushed to death under the quilt on New Year's Eve."
Yin Ruizhu remained motionless, waving the pendant beside her and saying nonchalantly, "Isn't this even better? It will leave a name for eternity, which is better than competing alone."
The "human pupa" finally couldn't sit still anymore, and with its back straightened, it pushed Yin Ruizhu down.
Nan Xu, with red eyes and messy hair, sat up and looked straight at Yin Ruizhu, "Are you done?"
Yin Ruizhu shook her head, "No."
Nan Xu curled her lips and said, "If you have something to say, just say it quickly."
Yin Ruizhu took the opportunity to lift the blanket from her chest, pointed at the bloodstains on her clothes and asked her, "What happened? Did you kill Wei Yangbo in a rage?"
As she said this, her expression became particularly exaggerated, as if she had really seen what happened. Nan Xu rolled her eyes at her dejectedly, closed her eyes, and lay back on the bed.
"Yes and no."
It was just a joke. Yin Ruizhu didn't expect Nan Xu to answer so seriously. She quickly lay down and asked in confusion, "What do you mean? I don't quite understand."
Nan Xu slowly covered her heart button and said in a faint voice, "Does killing his heart count as killing him?"
Yin Ruizhu nodded, "Of course, it's worse than death."
It was like when she knew that Zhao Huaijue was using her to hurt her, it would be more satisfying to kill her with a knife.
She then asked, "How did you kill his heart?"
Nan Xu pursed her lips for a long moment before she covered her eyes with her hands and said softly, "I forced him to divorce me."
Yin Ruizhu was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze. Before she could get up and ask for clarification, the half-closed door was knocked open from the outside, and a crescent-shaped figure rushed over.
He pushed Yin Ruizhu away and half sat on the edge of the bed, his face full of disbelief and joy. "Are you serious, Ah Xu?"
Nan Xu didn't expect that someone would eavesdrop. She frowned in disgust, turned her back to the inside, and used her hands to pull the quilt again.
Li Zhan was so overjoyed at what he heard that he didn't care about anything else. He swept aside the quilt, put his hands on her shoulders, looked at her with a sharp gaze, and said affectionately, "Can we start over? Ah Xu, can you give me another chance?"
Nan Xu pulled his hand with an ugly look on his face. Yin Ruizhu and Nan Yicheng came to their senses and hurried forward to pull him.
"My Lord, please be mindful of your identity and words!"
"Prince Consort, please don't tarnish my second sister's reputation."
As they were arguing, two short screams suddenly came from the door. Everyone in the room looked up and felt a strong wind rushing towards them, sweeping several people by the window to the ground.
A thick, bloody odor instantly enveloped the area, and a gloomy, cold voice squeaked out from between teeth, "Is this why you want a divorce?"
"Rekindling your relationship with your childhood sweetheart?"
"Even though I begged like that, you remained indifferent! Nan Xu, I'm begging you, even if we put aside our original intention of finding my mother's grave, you still insisted on getting a divorce. Are you just so... eager to leave me?!"
"Um?"
He suddenly grabbed her chin and used his fingertips to roughly wipe away the dried blood that had splashed on the corners of her eyes.
The face that always showed her a gentle smile was now filled with despair and cruelty that had never been revealed before.
Nan Xu stared at him blankly, wanting to reach out and touch him, but was too timid to move.
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "What...are you talking about?"
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