No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

Cheng Yian walked through the entrance hall and into the hall.

Lu Yan was not downstairs. He took off his coat and asked the servant at home: "Where is the wife?"

The maid knew that they were not on good terms, and that the husband and wife were obviously in a bad mood tonight, so she was even more careful: "The wife came back and had a simple meal and went upstairs. She should be in the bedroom."

Cheng Yian nodded and went up the stairs.

"Mr. Cheng."

The servant called him in the lobby on the first floor, but Cheng Yian wanted to go upstairs to interrogate Lu Yan, so he asked impatiently: "If you have anything to say, wait until I go downstairs to eat."

The maid swallowed her words. In fact, she wanted to tell Mr. Cheng that there was lipstick on his shirt.

But he was arrogant and probably didn't need her reminder.

Cheng Yian continued to walk up to the second floor.

……

In the living room, Lu Yan leaned back in an English rocking chair, tilted his head back and closed his eyes to rest.

The vinyl record player next to her was playing her favorite music.

But Lu Yan's mind was filled with images of Cheng Yian and Yu Bai kissing and caressing in the car. In fact, she had expected something like this to happen, but no woman wanted to see such a scene, even if it was very beneficial to her divorce.

Seven years of marriage ended in such a miserable way.

Tears flowed down Lu Yan's fair face, but they could not be seen in the dark space.

With a slight sound, the bedroom door opened.

She knew that Cheng Yian had returned.

It's really rare that he didn't stay in the hospital to accompany Yu Bai overnight. He was able to control himself after such a mad anger. Should we say that he has good self-control, or that Yu Bai didn't bet enough?

The living room was dark and the singer's voice was hoarse and sad.

Cheng Yian did not turn on the lights, but just turned off the record player. He came to Lu Yan, squatted down and looked up at her. From this angle, her facial features were really flawless and so beautiful that people dared not easily have any improper thoughts. If it were more than ten years ago, Cheng Yian would never have dared to think that a poor boy like himself could marry a rich and beautiful woman like Lu Yan and sleep in the same bed with her.

Cheng Yian gently held Lu Yan's hand and whispered softly: "Yanyan, I'm back."

Lu Yan's body trembled.

Yanyan, what a distant name, so distant that she almost forgot her husband had ever called her that. Since when did he stop calling her that? He always called her Lu Yan coldly with all her given name, or called her Doctor Lu sarcastically.

It's so funny that she suddenly became Yanyan again.

Lu Yan knew that this had nothing to do with love, but that Cheng Yian had done something wrong. She still stayed quietly in the dark, quietly looking at her husband, and her voice was hoarse when she spoke: "Cheng Yian, before you came back, I had been admiring the passionate scenes between you and Yu Bai over and over again. I didn't know that you were such a good kisser, and I didn't know that you liked to touch a woman's slender waist... It's a pity that there was no comfortable big bed arranged for you in the parking lot in time."

Cheng Yian's expression changed drastically: "Lu Yan."

Lu Yan took the phone and played the wonderful video for Cheng Yian to watch. She even said without any emotion: "Actually, you two are quite a good match. Cheng Yian, let's get a divorce!"

Cheng Yian only looked at it for one second before smashing the phone.

The latest model of mobile phone from a certain fruit brand was smashed into pieces by the opposite wall.

Cheng Yian leaned forward and held his wife's face firmly: "Lu Yan, are you following me?"

But the next second, his fingers felt like they were burned.

He felt Lu Yan's tears.

At that moment, Cheng Yian's heart felt like it was electrocuted. He was in love and married with Lu Yan, and he had never seen her so sad. He wanted to ask her about Jiang Yuanying, but she just leaned back in the chair and cried silently. Was she crying because of him, Cheng Yian?

Cheng Yian's mood was extremely complicated.

At this moment, he vaguely felt that the thing he should regret most in his life was the passionate kiss in the car just now. If it weren't for that kiss... perhaps, everything would still be in time!