The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 652 Fortunately I Did That

The house wasn't actually in the same city as where I lived, but it was only a few hours' drive away.I didn't want to take the driver, so I went home first, took a car key that no one was using, and went out, but the doorman refused to open the door, saying that sister Qi had explained that it was the access control time, and no one was allowed to go out.

I had no choice but to call her and say that I was going out, and she began to gossip: "The work is over, what are you going to do?"

"I am busy."

"It's bedtime now," she said. "You know I can't agree to that kind of reason."

"I want to meet Fanyin."

"Meet for what?"

I laughed, "What are you talking about?"

Sure enough, she immediately thought about it, and her tone was a little awkward: "Then where are you going?"

"You want to ask this too?" I said, "It's too much."

"Didn't you guys quarrel?" She said, "I'm worried that he will hit you."

"Is this what he told you?"

"Who?"

"..."

She smiled: "It's not what he confessed, it's my own worry."

"He won't hit me," I said. "I didn't fight with him."

"Oh," she finally stopped talking, "then you should go and come back early... Well, call me if you need anything, and if he bullies you, tell me right away."

I thought to myself, maybe she doesn't have much contact with Fanyin, if he wants to do something to me, it won't be my turn to call her.

The road was very quiet, and while I was driving, I remembered what old man Fan had said.Apparently Fanyin heard the clues from my words, but I didn't know how to face him?
Rationally speaking, based on what I know about him, it's not uncommon for his kind of character to drive a wedge between my father and my previous relationship, not to mention that I asked for it myself, being so active towards him.And the matter has come to this point, I have no way out, even if the relationship with my father can be repaired, I don't want to turn back, although there are many voices to instigate first, but even without him, there will be such a day between my father and me .I don't know if I will die suddenly one day. If it is not necessary, I don't plan to go back and be that suffering daughter.

But from an emotional point of view, I can’t be calm. Before, I was full of joy, thinking that he could finally love me seriously. This love not only means that he wants to live with me, but also means that he can finally care about my feelings and respect me. idea.

But now it's gone again.

I understand that no matter sooner or later, he and I will remarry after all, but this matter will definitely become another knot between me and him in the second half of my life.

When I got there, the night was at its thickest, and there were no stars or moon in the sky. Although I could already see the windows of the house, it was still difficult to tell if there was anyone inside because there were no lights.

When I drove to the gate of the garden, I realized that I couldn't find the remote control. I was about to park the car outside when the gate slowly opened.I drove in and saw figures in the gazebo in the garden, as well as flickering red cigarette butts.

I parked the car and walked over there and sat down on a chair. Although the temperature is not low this season, it may be because of the night, or because I don’t wear enough clothes. I always feel a little cold, so I can’t help wrapping Wrap clothes.

The cigarette butt was really heavy, and when I sat down, he extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, pointed to it and said, "Go in?"

"No need, just here." Although it's a little colder, I find it's a good place. First, it's colder and clearer, and second, it's dark. I can't see his face clearly, and I feel a little bit more psychologically. get comfortable.And it's better to talk about it outside in the car close to me, because there could be an argument, and I don't want him to push me to some convenient place to strip.

"Ah."

I think he probably already knew what I wanted to talk about, but fortunately he didn't pretend not to know, and this attitude invisibly eliminated part of my anger.

Of course I had to say, "Your father called me. Although you told me not to talk to him, I didn't expect him to bring this up suddenly."

He put his hands on the table, lowered his head slightly, and did not speak.

Even though I understood it, I asked, "Is he telling the truth?"

It took him a long time to say: "It's true."

I suddenly had a feeling of almost suffocation, obviously I was not particularly sad.

The discomfort made me fall silent and take a deep breath to adjust.

At the same time, he raised his head, I still couldn't see his expression clearly, but I could feel his eyes looking at me: "What do you want to do now?"

It took me a long time to feel that I had calmed down again: "Your father said that he hoped to wait for the remarriage. I think we should do as he said."

He said: "He just said that to you, but he has been looking for women for me non-stop."

I didn't speak.

There was silence between me and him again, until he suddenly moved, took off his coat, handed it over and said, "Put it on."

I said, "No, thank you."

He stood up and walked around the table and came to me, and put his coat on my shoulders. I stretched out my hand to pull it off, but he suddenly bent over and made a gesture to hug me.I wanted to hide, but it didn't help at all. He wrapped my entire upper body with that coat, put his chin on my head, and hugged me like this for a few seconds, probably hoping to calm me down, and then whispered: "Lingling, I thought you had already guessed it."

I said, "I thought you had changed."

"Of course I have changed, but the premise is that you are with me, otherwise, who will I show?" He has reasons and reasons: "I know you feel uncomfortable, but don't worry, I will never let you lose these things in vain. What's more, you worked hard in that seat, and taking a rest would be good for your body?"

I said, "At least you were more honest before."

"I'm also very honest now." He said: "I didn't take the initiative to tell you, because your personality will definitely not understand, anger will affect your body."

I still didn't speak.

His clothes are very warm, and it is naturally warmer to be wrapped in this way, but I don't think so in my heart.

After a while, he spoke again: "Why don't you go in first? You're freezing."

"No." I took the ring off my hand and put it on again just because I was afraid of losing it.I put it on the table and asked, "How much did you pay for this?"

His body is close to mine, so I can feel that he froze immediately after seeing the ring clearly, and his tone is not as gentle as before: "What do you mean?"

"How much? 500 million? 1000 million? Could it be [-] million?" I said, "Do you know how much those shares are worth?"

He let go of his hand, leaned against the edge of the table, and said, "You obediently handed it over. If you don't want to, no one can force you, right?"

"I knew you would say that." I looked at him, much closer now, so I could see his face, tired and slightly unhappy, like I shouldn't have done this. Like angry.

"Okay." He leaned over, put his hand on my shoulder, and said, "Don't be angry, and take care of your body. The marriage must be restored. I think you mean the same, otherwise there is no need to come."

"You just grasp this." My originally stable mood was disturbed by his words: "Always be so selfish and don't consider my feelings."

"I don't think about you?" He became dissatisfied: "I didn't give you time?"

"Give me time? How long is that?"

"How long do you think it should be?" He asked back: "One year? Two years? Ten years or eight years? The whole second half of your life? If you want to decide, you can decide at that time. What do you think of me as you hesitate all day long?"

I really wanted to fight back, but I swallowed the words again, because I didn't want to bring up the old score again.

So I stopped arguing and brought the topic back to today's main purpose: "Let's wait for the remarriage."

"How long?"

"I don't know either." I said, "You take the ring back first."

"The old man promised you to protect you, right?" His reaction was really fast: "Let's not care if he can do it or not, you can't tell that it's a lie to you? Once I marry someone else, who cares who you are .”

"Then you can marry." I said, "Remember not to look like your stepmother."

He frowned immediately, and squeezed my shoulder tightly with his palm, but it was obvious that he was getting better with age, he calmed down quickly, let go of the hand that was clamping my shoulder, bent down and took my hand again, He smiled and said: "Okay, Lingling, don't be angry, hit me if you're really unhappy." As he said, he made a gesture to put the ring back on my ring finger.

I clenched my fists and said, "Don't do this."

"Lingling," he said, "I have to go back early tomorrow morning, don't waste time arguing."

"I don't want to remarry for now."

"Then there's no need to take off the ring."

"I don't want to wear it." I said, "When I see it, I think of you and Shanshan slapping me, and you tell her about me, and let her talk about it in my father's ear all day long. I feel disgusting." I was still unavoidably excited after all: "No wonder my father blamed me instead of Shanshan, did she say that she was forced by you? That's why my father felt that I was with you to design Shanshan together. Shan, designed the Su family's money, and then I actually got together with you and messed up the wedding, so it seems that he really gave me too many chances, no wonder he was so angry in the end."

He showed irritability: "It can only be blamed that your father trusts Shanshan more than you."

I said, "Since we have such a good relationship with Shanshan, you must know what happened when I went to see my father that day?"

After waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't say anything, I became more and more disappointed: "Don't you think this is a kind of harm to me?"

"To be honest, I was a little guilty at first, but knowing your performance that day gave up." He said: "At that time, you still want to ask him so much. Obviously you love the money more than me. Fortunately, I did so. Otherwise, waiting is a waste of time."

(End of this chapter)