"Who?"
Yun Xiaoxiao was only pretending to be asleep; she wasn’t really asleep and she couldn’t let Zhao Tianlei take her to the hospital.
Seeing that his wife was awake, Zhao Tianlei quickly asked, "Wife, are you feeling unwell somewhere? If you’re unfortable, you can’t keep it to yourself,"
Where am I unfortable?
My heart feels unfortable.
It feels unfortable seeing you.
Yun Xiaoxiao looked coldly at Zhao Tianlei, "How many years have we been married?"
Why would my wife suddenly ask this question?
How many years has it been?
"Da Bao is already seven this year, we’ve been married for eight years."
He was just eighteen back then.
His wife was a year younger than him.
Eight years.
She knew some of the plot.
But experiencing it in reality was different.
"We’ve passed the seven-year itch."
Zhao Tianlei felt a panic for some reason, what exactly had happened?
Why would his wife ask this question?
Could someone be trying to steal her away from him?
That couldn’t be possible, right?
He admitted he had been very busy after moving to the Capital City.
He was hardly at home during the day and only returned in the evening.
It was only during the few days of the New Year when he returned to his hometown that he spent a whole day together with his wife.
"Let’s get a divorce!"
At these words, Zhao Tianlei’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Yun Xiaoxiao; he was unable to e back to his senses for a long time, his eyes suddenly filled with bloodshot as he didn’t understand why, when they were living well, his wife would suggest a divorce.
He must have heard it wrong, he must have heard it wrong.
"Impossible," Zhao Tianlei didn’t know how much time had passed before he found his voice again.
Divorce?
No, he wouldn’t get a divorce.
Zhao Tianlei bit his lower lip hard, wanting to question Yun Xiaoxiao, why she would suggest a divorce.
Yun Xiaoxiao, in turn, felt a bit of heart palpitations and even a bit of fear from Zhao Tianlei’s fierce yet aggrieved eyes.
"You have someone else, don’t you?"
Someone else?
Where did he have someone else?
"I don’t," said Zhao Tianlei, his voice choked with emotion.
When did he have someone else?
Where did he have someone else?
During the day, aside from teaching, he dealt with the clothing factory and some inventory matters at the electronics store; he didn’t have time to find someone else.
"I don’t."
Zhao Tianlei kept repeating it.
Not someone?
Seeing him grabbing his hair, his eyes filling with redness, keeping his distance from her, just continuously denying it.
"Wife, believe me, I don’t have anyone else. You are the only woman for me, I. . . . . ."
"Third Brother, time to eat," suddenly came Zhao Tianhe’s voice from outside.
He went in to see his sister-in-law; why hadn’t he e out yet?
Are they still eating dinner?
But the two people inside the room paid no attention.
Yun Xiaoxiao sighed deeply and handed him an envelope, "Take a look for yourself. Your woman outside has even mailed me your photos. Let’s get a divorce; Da Bao and Xiao Bao will stay with you, I just want my jewelry store. As for this house, you can keep it along with the children."
Hearing his wife’s incessant chatter, Zhao Tianlei instantly pulled out a letter from the envelope, but it contained only one photo.
It was a photo of him supporting a female rade?
"I don’t know her, wife, I really don’t know her."
Zhao Tianlei just wanted to let his wife know he had no one else, really no one else.
But this photo was the evidence.
It made his explanations seem like a cover-up, making him feel that his explanations were somewhat feeble.
Who was scheming against him?
Who had mailed the photo to his wife?
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