Ruan Qiuqiu deeply felt that the plot in novels where people left as they pleased was simply a lie.
She dragged her suitcase and took a taxi, asking the driver to take her to a place dozens of kilometers away from her residence. There was a terrible traffic jam on the road, and Ruan Qiuqiu could only watch as the taxi's meter kept turning and the fare rose. Ruan Qiuqiu was so distressed that she wanted to get out of the car immediately and drag her suitcase to the end of the road.
Things were different now.
The treatment of having a driver to pick her up and down had completely become history. Don't even think about it.
Ruan Qiuqiu thought that fortunately, she still had the money she got from her plastic best friend so that she could have a place to stay. From now on, she was no longer the CEO's delicate little wife, but an ordinary person who was about to face the problem of renting a house.
The taxi was still moving slowly.
Perhaps the driver couldn't bear it, but he looked at Ruan Qiuqiu in the rearview mirror and said, "Madam, if you're in a hurry, you can take the subway. It's Friday rush hour and the traffic is very bad. It might take more than an hour."
Ruan Qiuqiu glanced at the meter.
"…" Big brother was right.
A few minutes later, the taxi stopped by the roadside. Ruan Qiuqiu took her suitcase to take the subway, but suddenly realized that she didn't have a bus card, so she hurried to get one. The problem was that she didn't have any change on her, so she had to go to the bank to get some change. After getting the change, she finally got on the subway.
At this time, Ruan Qiuqiu was so tired that she was sweating.
But she had to cover herself up tightly with a mask and a hat to prevent others from recognizing her. Even so, her beautiful figure and pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were still eye-catching. In addition, the clothes she was wearing were not cheap, so she was surrounded by people wherever she went. Some people even thought that she was a celebrity and approached her to ask for her autograph.
Ruan Qiuqiu had a headache. She suddenly regretted that she shouldn't have looked for trouble just to save money.
When they arrived at the hotel, Ruan Qiuqiu booked a single room. The receptionist looked at her name and said with a smile, "Ah, you have the same name as the Jiacheng boss."
Ruan Qiuqiu said modestly, "No, no, I'm not as beautiful as her."
If people who knew Ruan Qiuqiu heard this, they would definitely be shocked by her shamelessness.
The hotel was an ordinary chain hotel. Fortunately, the equipment was still new. Sitting on the bed, Ruan Qiuqiu rubbed her hungry stomach and decided to order takeout. It was a good deal with the spicy hotpot. Ruan Qiuqiu took a bite and frowned.
What about the tens of thousands of good reviews? She would rather cook a pot of it at home.
She sighed and suddenly lost her mood. She ate a few mouthfuls perfunctorily before lying on the bed in a daze. By this time, Cheng Jun, who had received the message, should have accepted the reality. She didn't dare to hear Cheng Jun's voice, so she changed her phone number and blocked Cheng Jun on WeChat. From now on, she would have nothing to do with Cheng Jun.
Ruan Qiuqiu had already thought it through.
Tomorrow, she would buy a ticket to another city where no one would associate her with the Jiacheng lady boss. If she changed her hairstyle, wore ordinary clothes, and didn't have a chance to take care of her face, it wouldn't be long before she became a woman who could only be considered good-looking and drowned in the vast sea of people.
Did he regret it? Perhaps, Ruan Qiuqiu regretted it for a moment.
Like normal people, she was greedy for a comfortable and decent life and hoped that she could work less. Such selfishness would occasionally emerge.
But Ruan Qiuqiu couldn't do it.
She couldn't reciprocate Cheng Jun's feelings. At this time, if she let him deepen his love and made an irresponsible promise, it would be no different from fraud. That night, Ruan Qiuqiu thought a lot. She was really slow when it came to relationships. When she thought of how Cheng Jun had hugged her so tightly and trembled, and how she could still say that she would divorce him if she had a new lover, she was drowned in shame and self-blame.
Ruan Qiuqiu couldn't say the words of divorce to Cheng Jun in front of him. If she did, Cheng Jun would be hurt several times more than now.
She could only be a cowardly deserter.
"Alas …"
There were frozen dumplings and cooked food in the fridge, enough for Cheng Jun to eat for a day or two. By then, Cheng Jun would have a new cook and a new life. He would gradually forget about her.
Even if he left her, his life would still be the same. Cheng Jun had lived for so many years and knew much more than she did. He would definitely take good care of himself.
… … However, it was not certain whether he would take care of himself with junk food or takeout.
If it weren't for Tu Nan's shrewdness, Ruan Qiuqiu would like to ask him to take care of the boss's food.
The next day, Ruan Qiuqiu went to a hairdresser downstairs to cut her hair short.
The hairdresser, Teacher Tony, had been sighing about how beautiful her hair was and how good its color was. There were not many customers in the shop, and the hairdressers were all watching from the side. They were all like shy girls, but they didn't dare to approach her.
Teacher Tony bought Ruan Qiuqiu's hair.
Ruan Qiuqiu felt a little heartache. For the sake of money, she finally accepted the reality of her short hair.
After the hair was cut short, it was very different from the previous image. If Ruan Qiuqiu's wavy hair was unconsciously charming, her short hair now was more lively and playful. She looked like a young and beautiful female high school student. No one would suspect her even if she mingled in a high school. Customers came in one after another, and they were all guessing which high school she was from. Ruan Qiuqiu was melancholic and happy at the same time. Her mood was very complicated.
After cutting her hair and buying a few cheap clothes, she looked more like a little girl who didn't have much money.
A few boys in high school uniforms passed by and whistled. They laughed and pushed each other to ask for Ruan Qiuqiu's contact information. Ruan Qiuqiu could only tell herself that she didn't want to lower herself to their level and coldly refused.
"You're still a little chili."
"Hey, which school are you from? I'll go and find you after class tomorrow."
"Are you a freshman or a sophomore? A junior? "
Junior my ass!
Ruan Qiuqiu really wanted to catch a few immature hooligans and teach them a lesson.
She glared at them and pretended not to hear them. She took out her phone to check the tickets. Then, Ruan Qiuqiu suddenly became confused. Wait, why are there no more tickets? When she saw the two words "Spring Festival", she suddenly realized that she had caught up with the Spring Festival rush.
"…"
The ticket price was not low. Ruan Qiuqiu carefully considered for a moment and decided to buy a ticket and leave.
She bought a plane ticket a few days later and prepared to plan her life in the hotel.
What should she do next?
Ruan Qiuqiu did not expect that Cheng Jun's reaction was bigger than she had imagined.
Ever since Ruan Qiuqiu left, Cheng Jun seemed to have disappeared from the world and disappeared without a trace.
At first, Tu Nan did not react. He found that his sister-in-law had blocked his messages and his phone number had become invalid. The others suffered the same treatment. They looked at each other and did not know what had happened.
When he could not contact Cheng Jun, he realized that the situation seemed to be more serious than he had imagined.
Usually, at this time, the house was noisy.
There was the sound of the hairdryer, the sound of shoes stepping on the floor, the smell of cooking, and the noise of soap operas. Even if they were doing their own things and closed the door, it was very peaceful.
When he came back, he could always see her.
The gastritis, which had not occurred for a long time, began to torment his nerves. There was a nauseating feeling, as if the gastric juice was constantly rolling and dancing to a disco.
He had not eaten for a long time. Only the illness would remind him in time to take care of his body.
Cheng Jun was wearing loose pajamas and his face was calm. Half of his eyelids drooped as usual. He opened the fridge, took out the dumplings that Ruan Qiuqiu had frozen, and boiled them in the boiling water.
The fire was too strong. In a moment of daze, half of the dumplings were boiled and the fillings rolled out, turning into a bowl of meat soup. He turned off the fire, scooped the soup into a bowl, and put the bowl and chopsticks on the table.
A pair of chopsticks and a bowl made the dining table much bigger than usual. Endless loneliness took hold of his heart and squeezed it.
Cheng Jun picked up the chopsticks, but his mind was wandering.
Soon, the steaming soup gradually cooled down and solidified. A thin layer of oil floated. He felt like he had eaten ten big bowls of pork dumplings. He was full and greasy.
"Knock, knock, knock!" Tu Nan knocked on the door. A big man shouted with a sobbing tone, "Boss, say something! Don't take things too hard! "
Cheng Jun walked slowly to the door and opened it.
Tu Nan was so anxious that his eyes almost turned red. "Where's Sister-in-law? Where did she go? You can't quarrel so fiercely. Why can't you talk things out? "
After being in a daze for a long time, Cheng Jun said to himself, "She's gone."
… She would never come back again.
This was the second time Tu Nan saw Cheng Jun with such an expression.
The last time was when Cheng Jun's mother passed away.
Tu Nan almost cried. His eyes were red, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Sister-in-law, she … has been buried?"
Cheng Jun: "…"
In response to Tu Nan, the door was slammed shut.
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