After Sister He returned home, she took off the expensive accessories she was wearing.
She smiled brightly,
Like a mouse that had stolen oil to eat,
She stared at He Songbai happily for a long time. He Songbai, who was working, could not help but stop working.
"What's going on?" He Songbai asked.
Sister He gestured and narrowed her eyes. "I've gone to take a look,
That girl is very gentle. "
"Very good."
"Hurry up and bring her home."
He Songbai could not deny it,
His partner had just gotten a divorce, and he had not finished the follow-up work. If he provoked her now, it would still bring her pressure from public opinion.
He had been careful and almost stalking her for three years,
He did not want to leave a topic for others to talk about. Society was always too tolerant of men and too harsh on women. He Songbai's woman could not be tainted with any dirty water. He was despicable and shameless, but she was bright and clean.
She had a clear conscience, a clear conscience, and did not tarnish her former military wife reputation.
Sister He looked at her brother's serious and upright look, but he did not mean what he said,
She could not help but laugh out loud.
"Others don't know,
Do you think I don't know? That shop, it's yours. "
After three years of learning, Sister He was already able to enter "Cedar" to handle the accounts. She had been personally taught by the old lady. When her brother was in prison for more than ten years, the old grandmother had taught her all her life's work in order to divert her attention. It lit up her hope, hoping that she would have a thought in her heart and something to rely on.
He Songye did not know how to speak,
Therefore, his personality was more stable and he handled things more securely. In the early days of "Cedar",
The accounts were left to her to handle,
It was very easy.
Now that the business was getting bigger and bigger, Sister He could no longer handle the accounts alone. She had become the supervisor who checked the accounts every day. "Cedar"'s accounts were left to the university students hired by Gao Gao. It was not surprising that she knew that the prosperous shop in the city was originally "Cedar"'s business.
He Songbai begged his sister, "Don't disturb her."
That won't do, Sister He said silently in her heart, but the teasing smile on her face deepened.
Such a weak and thin girl. Her brother did not feel sorry for her, but she felt sorry for him.
After receiving Eldest Sister's kind reminder, He Song Bai found the real estate certificate on the same day and locked it in the safe forever, never letting it see the light of day again.
It wasn't without reason that he rented the Xiang Bai property at the intersection to Zhao Lanxiang. No matter if it was windy or raining, no matter if it was cold or harsh, He Song Bai would be able to take a look at his partner after work.
The Fragrant Cypress HQ was only a ten-minute walk away from the store, and the restaurant opposite the Orchid Fragrance store was his private property.
He Songbai, Sister He Songbai, He Songbai...
He also saw the occasional muddle-headed person. She would be so tired that she would fall asleep and even forget to close the door of the shop.
Sometimes, she Songbai would receive rude and unreasonable customers. He Songbai would help her deal with them when he saw them. Most of the time, she Songbai resolved the customers' difficulties one by one with her patience and sense of responsibility.
When she Songbai was busy, she often forgot to eat. He Songbai had to ask the chef of the restaurant to make an extra dish. He Songbai asked his sister to buy clothes from the ready-made clothing store and treat her to a meal.
There were also countless small acts of kindness in life that Zhao Lanxiang thought were mostly from He Songbai.
How could there be so many lucky things in life for this woman who had just gotten a divorce?
It was not only unlucky, but it often made people feel bitter and made them cry.
…
Just as Jiang Jianjun was trying to win back his sad wife, he suddenly received his "divorce approval." There was also a divorce certificate and divorce agreement inside. When he opened the thick stack of documents, his heart dropped and sank all the way into an endless abyss. The chill spread from the soles of his feet to his heart.
He held the documents and asked his direct superior, "What's going on?"
The superior said, "Your father personally brought this over. Why? Didn't you know?"
The superior's surprised eyes revealed a trace of disapproval. He sighed regretfully. "You're such an outstanding talent, but you made a mistake in this matter. If you don't divorce now, are you going to wait for the scandal to come out before you're willing to divorce? "
The meaning behind his words made Jiang Jianjun suffocate and unable to breathe.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is it my father?"
"What scandal do I have?"
The superior who had always admired Jiang Jianjun took out a leather envelope from the drawer and threw it in front of him. "Take it back and destroy it. Don't treat Xiao Zhao too badly. She's a good military wife."
Jiang Jianjun took the leather envelope and the stack of divorce documents. His head was dizzy and his heart was very flustered. The weight in his arms was as heavy as a mountain to him, making him feel suffocated. The paper carried a trace of coldness. The coldness penetrated his thick clothes and drilled into his heart.
He took out the key and turned the key to open the door.
It was still the same as when Zhao Lanxiang left. It was spotless, and the sweet fragrance that she liked floated in the air. But it seemed that the mistress of the house would never come back. Jiang Jianjun's fingers weakly unraveled the thin white string of the leather envelope. Fang Jing's confession was in front of him.
It was accompanied by a photo of him hugging her to sleep in disheveled clothes.
Jiang Jianjun's eyes were almost bloodshot. He crushed the glass in his hand. Blood dripped onto the smooth mahogany table and gradually dyed the white and neat divorce documents red.
He muttered, "Lanxiang, it's not like this."
"I didn't do anything to let you down … No."
It was a night a few years ago when he and his friends got drunk and didn't go home. He booked a room in the guest house. When he woke up, he saw the woman in his arms.
Jiang Jianjun was an extremely self-disciplined man. He had never been close to women and had always been a drinker in the army. He knew very well whether or not that kind of thing had happened. But after all, it was the woman who was at a disadvantage that day. In the end, Jiang Jianjun didn't pursue Fang Jing's fault. He only scolded her harshly.
On one hand, he was wary of Fang Jing and secretly distanced himself from her. On the other hand, he was in pain because he recognized the completely broken relationship of the past.
Jiang Jianjun had never seen this photo before. After seeing it, he understood what his wife had seen before her miscarriage two years ago. It had caused her to slip and fall in the kitchen. A heart-wrenching pain spread from his chest.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't know …"
The next day, he asked for leave and went to Zhao Lanxiang's ready-made clothing store to look for her.
When Zhao Lanxiang saw Jiang Jianjun, she was almost shocked. He looked like he hadn't slept all night. His eyes were bloodshot, and the stubble on his cheeks had not been shaved. He hadn't changed his clothes, which were mixed with the smell of sweat. His whole body was filled with a decadent aura.
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why?"
Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang had the foresight to hire a shop assistant to take shifts with her. She knew that she couldn't work in the morning, so she let the shop assistant take over her work and kicked Jiang Jianjun out of the store.
"Let's go."
She expected that one day he would find out about the divorce. She had already prepared how to deal with that day.
Jiang Jianjun walked with her to a deserted street. He hugged her tightly and gritted his teeth. "Do you want to divorce me that much?"
"You threw away 17 years of marriage just like that. Zhao Lanxiang, I didn't know you were such a heartless woman."
He murmured, "You were the one who wanted to marry me back then …"
Zhao Lanxiang seemed to be lost in her memories. She looked up at the sky and said in a calm voice, "On the day of the miscarriage, I almost died on the operating table."
"My hands and feet were cold and stiff. Even my heart didn't have any warmth. I was in so much pain that I wanted to die. But I heard my parents crying outside the operating room. I implicated them, and they had to worry about me in their old age and bear the pain of dying before their own. "
"I was thinking that if I had a chance to live, I would definitely divorce. I wasn't born as a lowly species. Why could I tolerate being humiliated again and again, being let down, being mistreated … "
She looked at Jiang Jianjun and said word by word, "Because I used to love you very much. I only wanted to live with you for the rest of my life. I also wanted to give birth to two children for you."
At this point, a sarcastic look appeared in her eyes. "But what about you? What did you do? You didn't love me, and you weren't even willing to give me the dignity of a wife. You tolerated the woman in your heart insulting and trampling on me time and time again. I wish I could go back to the time when I was 17 years old and slap me a few times to wake myself up! Now, you're here to ask me … "
"Why did I divorce? Because I can't stand living without dignity. "
Zhao Lanxiang wiped the corners of her eyes and said casually, "Let's end it like this … Since we're divorced, I'll go to your place to pack my things when I'm free in a few days."
Jiang Jianjun felt terrible when he heard his wife's scolding.
He stubbornly took her hand and gripped it tightly, shaking his head repeatedly. "I'll treat you well. Don't divorce me."
"We've been together for 17 years. How can we break up so easily?"
He hugged her tightly and said, "Lan Xiang, don't leave me."
With that said, his vision suddenly blurred. The man's hot tears suddenly fell. "I know I was wrong."
Jiang Jianjun never thought that he would fall in love with this woman who was so soft and had no principles or temper. When they first met, she was bold, passionate, and clingy. At one point, he became a joke in the army. She was such an annoying woman! She would look at him with eyes so hot that they were about to burn, and pester him shamelessly.
She learned to cook for him, learned to draw for him, studied at night under the light because of him, and racked her brains to get into university. Her love was pure and straightforward. If it were another man, they might be immersed in sweetness every day. But it was him. He was so cold and emotionless. He only had ambition and aspirations. He had just experienced a relationship that ended without a result, and he hated the feelings between men and women.
She was like a burning meteor that streaked across his world. With a bang, she crudely smashed a deep hole in his world. She stubbornly and stubbornly stayed in his world.
He liked quietness and did not like liveliness, but her endless chatter made him gradually like liveliness. He was very picky about food. In the dining hall, he only ate meat and potatoes all year round. Her nimble hands let him taste all the delicacies in the world. She let him know that in addition to pork and potatoes, there was also mutton, beef, chicken, duck, fish, crab, shrimp, radish lettuce, bamboo shoots, spinach, and oily lettuce. She liked to buy gifts for him. Since they met, every gift she gave him could fill up his cupboard. He never knew that there were so many memorable days other than the Spring Festival. The lively Lantern Festival, the Dragon Boat Festival, the Qixi Festival for lovers, the Mid-Autumn Festival for family reunions … Gradually, the shadows of these festivals appeared in his mind. Her voice and appearance, every poem she had recited, every lullaby she had sung to the children, all these appeared in his mind when he closed his eyes.
She once told him that her biggest wish was to be with him until they grew old.
His life was already full of the traces she left behind. He was already used to her every day. How could she disappear just like that? How could she throw away her feelings just like that? The promise was abandoned in the past, and the love was buried in the memories. From then on, he would grow old and stupid alone until he died.
"Are you that heartless?"
Jiang Jianjun was caught off guard. Hot tears flowed down Zhao Lanxiang's neck. Zhao Lanxiang's body stiffened for a moment, and then anger quickly appeared on his face.
"Please let go of me, Jiang Jianjun. Don't make me hate you more."
Jiang Jianjun's face instantly turned pale, and the suffocating pain in his chest spread. "But I love you."
"Lanxiang, I love you."
His voice was very low, hoarse and decadent, like a trapped beast that was struggling and whining when its neck was choked. The corners of his eyes began to turn red, and a stubborn expression gradually appeared on his handsome face.
"That kind of divorce doesn't count as a divorce. I didn't sign it from beginning to end. Come home with me."
"I indulged you and gave you too much freedom. It made your heart wild."
He hugged her by the waist, ignoring her struggles, and carried her to the car at a steady and fast pace.
The sound of emergency brakes suddenly came from the quiet street. A delicate and pretty woman stepped out of the car and gestured in shock.
"Oh my god, it's broad daylight. How could this happen?"
"Go, help Lanxiang."
Several bodyguards in her car rushed up and snatched the woman from Jiang Jianjun's arms, and sent her to a safe area.
The thin and tall figure on the avenue gradually walked over. Facing the falling petals on the trees in spring, he walked in front of Jiang Jianjun and said with a slight smile, "Ms. Qiang."
"That's not a gentleman's way of doing things."
"Take him to the police station. Um … the reason is that he molested a woman in public."
Zhao Lanxiang heard this and laughed out loud. She saw that Jiang Jianjun was pressed to the ground by three big men and couldn't move. She felt relieved. She gratefully said to Sister He,
"It's all thanks to you guys today. Thank you so much."
She bowed deeply and glanced at Jiang Jianjun from the corner of her eyes. His eyes were cold like a trapped beast. She faintly said, "Let him go. Don't waste your time on him."
He Songbai saw the vivid expression on her face. She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. She was so cute that it made his heart soften.
All the blood in his body clamored to go up and get to know her and talk to her, but he restrained himself. He asked someone to send her and Sister He back to the shop, but he squatted down beside Jiang Jianjun.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. To end up like this, how tragic."
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