I was taken aback; I was quite surprised that Chen Muxi would think of this.
Before I could answer, she immediately said urgently, "A good horse doesn't turn back to eat the grass it already grazed. You absolutely can't be soft-hearted and agree! This kind of scumbag is morally corrupt; he can't change!"
I smiled faintly. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
But Chen Muxi still didn't believe it. When she left, she told me again, "You can't get back together with him, or you'll definitely regret it. There are plenty of good men in this world. Don't hang yourself on one tree."
I'm speechless.
Do I really look that love-struck? That soft-hearted and foolish?
That evening, while I was working overtime in my private office upstairs at the company, Gu Yanqing called me again.
I glanced at my phone and hung up without hesitation; I didn't want to answer.
Just a few seconds later, there was a knock on the door of the workroom. I turned my head from among a bunch of mannequins and saw that it was Gu Yanqing who had come looking for me!
My face darkened, and I felt extremely repulsed: "What are you doing here?"
Gu Yanqing walked in, and I could vaguely smell alcohol. I frowned and asked, "Have you been drinking?"
Although he has recovered, his body is not as healthy as that of an average person.
These days, I don't know how many times he's donated blood to Jiang Yi, and now he's drinking again—it seems he's going further and further down the path of courting death.
"A little," he replied in a low, hoarse voice, his face looking tired and dejected.
I frowned even more deeply and didn't respond.
"Why didn't you answer my calls?" he asked dejectedly as he walked up to me.
"There's nothing to say between us, except discussing divorce," I replied curtly, then turned back to continue cutting the fabric.
"I'm here to tell you that Jiang Yi's memorial service will be held on Saturday at the city funeral home."
I looked at him, puzzled: "Are you sure you want me to go?"
"Suit yourself, I'm just letting you know."
"Okay, I understand."
I thought that since death is a serious matter, I should buy more wreaths and funeral couplets and send them off in a grand manner to show my magnanimity as an older sister.
But if Tang Xiu'e sees me, she'll definitely be furious.
Seeing that he was still standing there without moving, I glanced at him and said calmly, "You've finished speaking, you can leave now, I'm busy."
Gu Yanqing didn't move, his eyes fixed on the work in my hands, and suddenly asked, "Men's clothing? Who are you making it for?"
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