Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Only at this moment did Han Moli realize that he was actually the stupidest one.

He didn't know how many tears like this Zhuge Qinuo had silently shed when he was alone on those nights when he and Yang Qian were enjoying each other's love.

Looking at her back as she walked out, he felt the blood in his body boiling and restless.

It was remorse, regret, or apology, he could no longer tell the difference.

His eyes turned red and tears began to fall.

Han Moli was not a decisive person. Zhuge Qinuo had guessed what he would do after hearing her words. She could have not said those words, but now she no longer had to endure the smugness of the mistress. She had always understood this trick of pretending to be weak in order to win over a man, but she used to just disdain it.

Isn't it just acting? What's so difficult about it?

Yang Qian saw through Han Moli's emotions. She was furious, but she didn't dare to vent. She could only chase after Zhuge Qinuo: "Stop!"

The voice was sharp, even broken.

Zhuge Qinuo turned around and saw Yang Qiang's bright but distorted face.

"Thank you! Goodbye!" She spoke with her lips. The corners of her mouth curved up a little, and she smiled, so disdainful, and then looked away. She now felt annoyed even to look at Yang Qiang for one more time.

It's time! She saw Han Moli running out from the corner of her eye.

Zhuge Qinuo took off her high heels, held them in her hands and hugged herself; she raised her other hand to wipe away the tears on her face.

"You just pretend. In the end, you are the one who has to flee in panic." Yang Qiang looked at her and smiled smugly, "You looked so arrogant just now, and you look so ridiculous now. Good high heels don't fit everyone."

But how could Yang Qian know that everything Zhuge Qinuo did was not for her to see.

The audience she really needed was Han Moli, and this audience took a deep breath as he watched Zhuge Qinuo's departing back.

Han Moli was confused. She was once so beautiful, but now she was no longer used to wearing high heels. Her tears and her current embarrassment and loneliness were all because of herself.

The makeup, the changed clothes, and the pair of shoes she put on in front of them were all her last false show of strength to show him.

She is such a stubborn person, so stubborn that it makes people feel distressed.

Self-blame. All Han Moli felt was self-blame.

"Why did you sign that agreement just now?" Yang Qiang's voice cut off his emotions.

As soon as she left, the new "her" beside him had already started to review things with him.

In Han Moli's mind, there was Zhuge Qinuo's resentful eyes, that tear, that back, that word, and all the subsequent memories about Zhuge Qinuo giving birth to children for him, taking care of the family alone for a long time, and silently supporting his career at all times.

It seemed as if the dusty memories were opened. He thought Zhuge Qinuo had never loved him, but in fact, he turned a blind eye. He realized that Zhuge Qinuo was just that kind of person. She didn't say she loved him, but her love was in bits and pieces.

Is love really only love when it is expressed? Her love is always there, melting into every day of their lives.

But he will never have it again.

"Mo Li, Mo Li?" Yang Qian knew that Han Mo Li was not without feelings for Zhuge Qinuo, so she was very scared, afraid that she would lose everything she had just gained.

She put away her previous radicalism and was sensible enough not to mention this matter again: "Mo Li, I will accompany you, and accompany you with all my heart. I love you, I love you so much."

"I understand. I will cherish it." Han Moli replied.

The two of them turned around and went back into the house, and Zhuge Qinuo also walked out of the villa's gate. This place had nothing to do with her from then on.

In the war about love and marriage, some people gain love, some people gain freedom. Who is the winner among them?

Is it important?

Zhuge Qinuo sat in the car, and after the moving company arrived, he gave some instructions and then went back to Zhuge Nan's house for dinner.

As a father, Zhuge Nan was naturally distressed. As a stepmother, Wu Yue, perhaps because of the united front in the afternoon, seemed to have broken some invisible barriers with Zhuge Qinuo.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't stay with Zhuge Nan for a long time. She just ate when she said she was going to eat. She was most afraid of comforting him at this time. Besides, some things from the moving company had to be moved to where they were living now.

No, not them. Now she had no more "them".

When Zhuge Qinuo returned home, the moving company had not arrived yet. She looked at Han Moli's things in the house and thought about moving them all out.

This summary reminded her that she had handled things too decisively in the afternoon, leaving many things unclear.

For example, how to explain to the children, when to get the divorce certificate, and how to implement the matters in the agreement.

Perhaps it was because of the 11th day that a couple would be grateful to each other, or perhaps it was because of her withdrawal that he was freed from the quagmire of choice, Han Moli was inexplicably reasonable. These things were quickly communicated to him on WeChat.

The divorce certificate will be issued the next day, and the matters in the agreement will be arranged by the lawyer, and he will do his best to cooperate.

Everything seems to be going well.

On the day of getting the divorce certificate, Yang Qiang did not come. This was the last decent thing for the three of them.

It wasn't the kind of reluctance or deep hatred shown on TV, but it wasn't a glorious or happy thing after all, and the two of them were more or less embarrassed. But the staff were used to these things, and Zhuge Qinuo and Han Moli were generally calm, and the staff were very efficient.

When they got the certificate, Han Moli suggested that they go to a nearby cafe to have a drink and talk about the child, and Zhuge Qinuo agreed.

"The children are still young, let them know later!" Han Moli said.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Why late? To play a father who has been missing for many years? They are not stupid."

Han Moli: "At least wait until Chengcheng is older! Let them accept it slowly."

"I can't do it!" Zhuge Qinuo didn't want to have anything to do with Han Moli anymore.

Han Moli: "This is also a kind of protection we provide to them. You must do it."

Zhuge Qinuo: "We are already divorced. Do we still have to act like a good couple in front of them? Han Moli, do you treat divorce as a joke?"

Han Moli: "If you don't agree, I will fight for the custody of the child."

"Fight? When you're fighting, don't you need to consider protection? I didn't realize that you're still a rogue." If this wasn't in a public place, Zhuge Qinuo might have gone berserk.

Han Moli: "So I don't want this either. I don't want to make things complicated."

Zhuge Qinuo: "You have made things complicated."

Han Moli: "Zhuge, for the sake of the child, let's try harder."

"What?" Zhuge Qinuo frowned.

"What are you working hard for?" She couldn't understand Han Moli's train of thought.

Han Moli: "I mean we shouldn't tell them about the divorce yet, slowly guide them and change them. It won't be too late to tell them when they are mentally prepared. Otherwise, everything will be too sudden for them. At least we need to let them understand and feel that even if their parents are divorced, they still love them."

"Will Yang Qiang agree?"

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Two years. No, half a year. In half a year, we stabilized the child's emotions."

"Half a year, at most a year. We will help them complete this transition."

Han Moli and Zhuge Qinuo reached a final agreement