Failed Boss

Chapter 133 The Memories of Baili Hanchu (1)
Murong Chong was furious, and cursed: "I just want to scold A Qiusha's shameless mother, who was pregnant with you, a bastard of a bad old man before she got married. She is no different from those whores!"

Murong Jing couldn't stand his beloved woman being insulted like this, so he said angrily, "Murong Chong, let me tell you clearly! The only person I, Murong Jing loved from the beginning to the end was Sasha's. Mother! I was forced to marry your mother!"

Murong Chong was stunned, his father's words were like a basin of cold water being poured on his head, extinguishing all the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart, his heart was gradually freezing...

How could he believe that his father had never loved his mother, but only loved that bastard's mother?

Aqiusha lowered her eyes, tears filled her eyes, she didn't know if she was moved or...

"Hehe..." Jiang Yunhua gave a sad and desolate smile, and just watched her boasting, exaggerating how much he loves another woman, and at the same time how unwilling he is to marry her, tears flowed from her laughter.

Murong Wan hurried over to support her mother, with endless heartache and sadness in her eyes.

Her great mother, the mother who selflessly gave everything for this family, and her father never loved her mother.

Jiang Yunhua raised her hand and gently pushed her daughter away. The eyes that used to be full of aura are now like two dry wells, lifeless, and she staggered towards her husband, the man she loved deeply but never loved herself.

Happy family, happy marriage, filial sons and daughters...

Everything that the world envied turned out to be nothing more than a cloud of mist!
It turned out that she was so sad that she never had the sincerity of her husband...

Jiang Yunhua's laughter also extinguished the flames in Murong Jing's heart. He just looked at her approaching him indifferently, and suddenly felt that this wife who had shared the bed with him for more than [-] years was so strange.

I still remember when Jiang Yunhua was married for an unknown number of years, one day Jiang Yunhua was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair, and Murong Jing inadvertently saw a white hair between her waterfall-like black hair, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

Jiang Yunhua just turned her head, looked at him with a slight smile, and said in a calm tone: "I never thought that I would grow white hair just after I turned 30. She is really a beauty."

Murong Jing looked at her quietly, but he was actually missing another woman through her, wondering how A-Jiao was doing now?Did she also grow white hair like the woman in front of her?

Jiang Yunhua put down the comb, and Ana came over gracefully, leaning against his arms like a docile cat, and smiled crisply: "Hehe, as long as I'm with the mirror, no matter how much white hair I have, Sweet as sweet as sugar! Because the mirror will grow old with me slowly!"

Suddenly remembered Gillian's favorite song, one of the lyrics is "The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you", unconsciously, he raised his hand and hugged her gently , asked lightly: "I remember your birthday is August 21st, and there are more than ten days left. You haven't turned 30 yet."

Jiang Yunhua was neither angry nor annoyed, just like an obedient cat in his arms, she smiled and said: "Jing, you remember wrongly, my birthday is August 31st."

It was only then that Murong Jing remembered that August 21st was Gillian's birthday, and the woman in front of him was not Gillian, but Jiang Yunhua, the wife he had to marry...

Murong Jing let her go so quickly, then left without saying a word, no longer caring how lonely the woman behind him was.

But no matter how indifferent Murong Jing is to Jiang Yunhua, over the years, Jiang Yunhua has always faced everything about him with her sweet smile, sweetly waiting for him to come home, taking care of his father and children, so that he has no worries, Work hard in career, and look for Gillian.

It was as if Jiang Yunhua's smiling words were still in my ears, but the woman in front of me looked sad and haggard, and the eyes that were bright in the past were so dim now.

Jiang Yunhua stopped ten centimeters away from her husband. They seemed to be close, but there was always an insurmountable gap between them.

Enough of self-deception for so many years.

When she heard her husband say that he only loved the one she had never seen before, the dream she had woven for herself woke up...

After 20 years of traveling together through wind and rain, nearly ten thousand days and nights together, it turned out that it was not worth the woman in his heart!
His handsome face is still so handsome, and he is more calm than when he was young. He is an excellent man, but he is not a considerate husband. To Wanwan and Chonger, he is not a loving father. His love was all given to the woman named Gillian whom he would call out in his dreams at midnight, and the girl named Aqiusha in front of him.

Aqiusha only felt that Jiang Yunhua in front of her was gloomy, which was quite different from the image of a high-ranking lady in ordinary times. She looked haggard, which made her shudder.

Jiang Yunhua looked at him blankly with empty eyes, and she didn't shed any tears. The tears had already been quietly shed every time he called Gillian's name in his dreams.

All the desperation and self-deception turned into a firm and resolute sentence slowly spit out from Jiang Yunhua's pale lips, "Let's get a divorce."

Murong Jing was stunned, apparently not expecting her to be so direct.

Yes, whenever Jiang Yunhua wanted to celebrate their wedding anniversary with great joy, he wanted to say to her countless times those words that he never loved her.

But Murong Jing didn't say it out, today he blurted it out in a moment of impatience under Murong Chong's anger, but he didn't expect that what he got in return was a thought that he had thought about countless times at this moment but didn't dare to think about it again.

divorce.

Very light two words.

Murong Wan had already burst into tears, her beautiful face was full of pear blossoms, like a young bird that was about to lose the protection of an old bird, she grabbed her mother's arm at once: "Mom, what are you talking about? Love dad, so how can you say such terrible things when you love this family?"

Jiang Yunhua looked at her beautiful and noble daughter who was crying into tears at this time, and then looked at her perverse and unruly son with red eyes at this time, her heart felt sore, her chest was swollen and painful, she took a deep breath, and said lightly Said to her daughter: "Wan Wan, mother's good child, from now on you must take good care of grandpa, listen to grandpa's words, and help mother look after your younger brother, don't let him get into trouble..."

As delicate as Murong Chong was, how could he fail to hear what his mother meant, so he came over and stretched out his hand to hold his mother's arm, "Mom, what are you talking about? Are you really going to leave this house and just watch me and my mother's death?" Did the old lady become a child without a mother?"

(End of this chapter)