A foreign city, dear you

The balcony is also a sad place.

Ye Lian returned to the living room again.

It's past ten forty.

No matter what, he will never love you back.

What am I waiting for him to do?

Waiting for the smell of woman's perfume on him?

Waiting for the woman’s lipstick marks on his face?

The lipstick mark that Cheng Dianfei left on Cao Xueqian's face appeared in front of Ye Lian again. So bright red and unbridled, it made her jealous and angry!

The imaginary scene of Cao Xueqian and Cheng Dianfei lingering together became more and more enlarged and distorted in Ye Lian's mind!

enough! I'm done!

They fool around as much as they like, I just want to divorce him!

Ye Lian sadly and angrily turned off the lights in the living room, walked into the study, and locked the door.

*

"Bang-"

Cao Xueqian opened the door.

The living room was dark, and there was no smiling face of Ye Lian in the darkness.

Cao Xueqian entered the house and turned on the light in the living room.

Under the light, the clock on the wall pointed to ten forty-five.

Under the light, there was no smiling face of Ye Lian.

Is she asleep? Is it in the bedroom?

Cao Xueqian came to the bedroom and turned on the bedroom light.

Bright lights, flickering, empty bedroom, empty bed;

The air, which was still warm in September, seemed a bit cool.

Cao Xueqian put down the things in his hands and sat on the edge of the bed a little dejectedly.

Then, he stood up and walked to the study.

"Da da da".

Cao Xueqian knocked on the door.

There is no sound in the study

"Da da da".

Knock again.

There was still no sound in the study.

"lotus-"

"lotus-"

Cao Xueqian called Ye Lian's name while knocking on the door.

It was quiet in the study.

"Lian, I'm back." Cao Xueqian continued.

The study room was still quiet.

Da-da-da, da-da-da...

It sounded like a chicken pecking at rice on the ground.

Cao Xueqian's knuckles hurt from knocking.

He knew that Ye Lian could not fall asleep,

She still didn't want to pay attention to him.

Cao Xueqian returned to the bedroom frustrated.

"Ding——" the voice of mobile phone text message.

Ye Lian's.

My aunt, you finally have some echo, even if it’s a text on your phone.

Cao Xueqian opened the text message expectantly.

"Mr. Cao, in order not to delay your romantic life, let's get divorced as soon as possible. When do you think you have time?"

Cold, sarcastic, unfeeling.

Cao Xueqian felt cold.

Cao Xueqian quickly sent a text message back to Ye Lian: "Honey, please open the door. I have something to tell you."

Cao Xueqian stared at the phone.

For a long time, there was no reply.

Cao Xueqian tried to call Ye Lian, but the call failed. The answer he received was, "The phone you dialed has been turned off."

Why isn't she paying attention to me? Why is she still torturing herself? Why are you still talking about divorce?

Cao Xueqian felt very sad.

He had something on his mind that he couldn't say.

How he wished Ye Lian could come back to him.

He doesn't want this separation.

This is already their second night apart.

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The following Saturday, Sunday and Monday,

For the first time, Cao Xueqian did not go home.

Fingers crossed, he didn't go home for three days.

This day is already Tuesday.

At this time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Cao Xueqian was driving on his way home.

The lights flashing backwards on the roadside and the lights of thousands of houses in front of him touched Cao Xueqian's heart of homesickness.

I feel homesick, but I also feel close to home.

Dear Lian, I have been away from home for three or four days, will you miss me? Have you calmed down yet?

I miss you already, I miss you every day, I want to see you right away and hug you. Don't keep me cold anymore, don't be separated from me again at night, okay?

Last Saturday, Lijin Company had a cooperation project with a company in Fencheng, and the key personnel of the two companies needed to meet for a meeting to discuss and study it.

Time was so tight that Cao Xueqian didn't even have time to go home to get a change of clothes, so he set off directly from the company to Fencheng.

When setting off, he sent Ye Lian a text message: "Honey, I'm going on a business trip for three days and I will miss you."

Similarly, the information sent out is like sand entering the sea, like bubbles meeting water, and there is no response.

Expected.

But regardless of whether Ye Lian replies or not, Cao Xueqian will still send her a message.

Whether or not she replies is her business.

Whether to send messages or not is his business.

Every message he gave her not only told her where he was, but also told her that he was always thinking about her.

Fencheng is relatively cold.

Cao Xueqian bought two changes of clothes and one thick coat for himself, and also bought a dress for Ye Lian, thinking of giving it to Ye Lian as a gift when he returned home.

Ye Lian always finds long sleeves too obstructive when wearing clothes, so she often rolls up her sleeves.

Cao Xueqian bought a short jacket with three-quarter sleeves. It is nice and convenient to wear when it is neither cold nor hot.

Ye Lian likes simple style in clothes.

The clothes Cao Xueqian picked were pea green, relatively simple, yet exquisite.

Ye Lian must like it, right?

Cao Xueqian is quite confident in his aesthetics.

Sometimes, Ye Lian wants to buy clothes, but she can't find anything she's satisfied with by herself. Instead, she will like one or two clothes that Cao Xueqian helps her pick.

Cao Xueqian imagined Ye Lian's surprised expression when she saw this coat, and imagined her happy and shy look like a little girl when she put on this coat.

The way home is relatively smooth.

Cao Xueqian returned home like an arrow.

It was already too late to take the flight back to Yancheng from Fencheng. I went back to the company to drive, so it’s already past eight o’clock now.

When driving home from the company, Cao Xueqian also sent a message to Ye Lian, telling her that he was back from a business trip and ready to go home.

Ye Lian also did not reply to the message.

But Cao Xueqian will comfort himself.

He felt that Ye Lian must have resisted not sending him a message, and she must have missed him in her heart.

It is said that time is the medicine that heals all pain. Those three or four days have passed. It stands to reason that Ye Lian should have moved on from that "lipstick incident".

Cao Xueqian hoped that during this business trip, the few days he was away from Lijin Company and away from home would allow both Cheng Dianfei and Ye Lian to calm down, let things be in the past, and let everything start again.

Last Friday, September 10th, Cao Xueqian made an appointment with Cheng Dianfei for dinner and clearly rejected her feelings for him. Cheng Dianfei was very shocked.

When she went to work on Saturday, she was very haggard, her eyes were a little red and swollen, and she didn't know how many tears she shed.

Cao Xueqian could only turn a blind eye with a hard heart.

At this time, he must carry out his ruthlessness to the end.

Otherwise, any slightest greeting or concern outside of work would ruin the boundary he had finally established with her.

Fortunately, I have been away on business these days.

I hope Cheng Dianfei can adjust as soon as possible during the few days he is away from the company.

Of course, what Cao Xueqian hopes most is that Ye Lian can adjust.

It was so excruciating.

This business trip was the longest time that Cao Xueqian had left home and Ye Lian for so many years in Yancheng.

At night when he was not busy with work, he would miss Ye Lian.

But she didn't answer the phone calls, and she didn't reply to the text messages.

I really have nowhere to use my energy, and I can't express my love. It's very helpless.

However, now that I'm finally back, I can see her soon.

They say couples don't hate each other overnight. After these few days, she shouldn't be angry anymore, right? You should forgive me, right? Shouldn't the divorce be mentioned again?

She doesn’t know how sad I feel every time she mentions divorce.