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

The car was in a mess.

Song Yinshuang's face was covered with sweat, and her black hair stuck to her forehead with the sweat. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to look at him.

How could she be willing?

She finally started to move towards a new life, but was pulled back by him.

If she were a young girl, she could sue him, she could forget about this and start a new life with Zhao Ziqi. But she is not like that. She was married to Mr. Chu before, and others would think that they were still connected. Besides, Mr. Chu's identity involved too many things, and Mr. Qiao would be the first one who would not agree.

The trade-offs for adults are sacrifices.

She understood it all too well.

She sat up slowly, hugging her clothes and crying silently... no hysteria, only silent tears.

Mr. Chu sat aside.

He had zipped up his pants, but his shirt was open. The fierce look on his face had long since disappeared. He looked at her with eyes full of pity. He raised his hand and touched her cheek, his voice very gentle: "Does it hurt?"

Song Yinshuang waved his hand away.

"Do not touch me!"

"Don't touch me, Chu Zhixia, don't touch me..."

She was trembling all over, and she hugged herself with her arms as if to feel a sense of security...

She has never been afraid of sex.

But it hurt a lot today. She resisted desperately but couldn't push the man away. The man split her in half as forcefully as an axe, and she dried up like a well that had been dry for years.

Her delicate body was covered with fingerprints left by men, which was ambiguous and shocking.

She shrank back and wouldn't let him touch her.

Mr. Chu called her several times, but she didn't move. Finally, he wrapped her body with his coat, buttoned it up carefully, and then carried her out of the car.

There was only a ray of light left in the sky.

The entire sky was shrouded in light purple, hazy and beautiful. The tall and handsome man carried the woman up the stairs, passed through the luxurious hall, and walked to the master bedroom on the second floor.

The bedroom is decorated in British style, which is Mrs. Chu's favorite style.

Very extravagant.

Beside the huge French window, the white curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, which was very beautiful. Coupled with the gentle man...all this was once what Mrs. Chu longed for, but now it makes her heartbroken.

She was placed on a large soft bed.

Mr. Chu put his hands on both sides of her, looking down at her with his black eyes fixed on her.

Mrs. Chu's face was turned away. Normally, she was so full of vitality, but at this moment she was like a puppet, lying there quietly. She didn't even struggle, her two long and thin legs hanging on the edge of the bed... motionless.

"I'll get some medicine to rub on you."

Mr. Chu looked at her delicate body and his Adam's apple rolled twice. He remembered how rough he was and how fiercely he possessed her.

She wanted nothing to do with him.

Mr. Chu leaned down, his face close to hers, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Yinshuang, I can't give you to him! You are mine now, and Zhao Ziqi will not accept you no matter what."

He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket.

Open the photo album.

Just now in the car, he took an ambiguous photo. In the photo, her body was tightly wrapped around him, her shoulders were covered with sweat, and her beautiful face was full of love and desire...

Mrs. Chu watched quietly.

Suddenly, she used all her strength to slap him hard. She spoke to him at the top of her lungs:

"You want to show the photo to Zhao Ziqi?"

"We've been married for many years, and all I've gotten from you is disappointment and despair. You've ruined me to this point... Do you still want to label me as someone you can fuck with, or do you want me to never be able to hold my head up high in my life?"

"You said you liked me and wanted to be with me. But you didn't like me. You just couldn't stand the fact that something you once owned belonged to someone else. Otherwise, why would you marry Jing Jia so easily... When you found out that you were not suitable for her, you forcefully took possession of me!"

"Chu Zhixia, I am a human being, not a cat or a dog."

"I have feelings, and I like others."

……

She was really sad.

Her face was full of despair: "But you killed my love with your own hands, and killed my happiness with your own hands. Chu Zhixia, you ruined my relationship after relationship, you must be very proud in your heart!"

"Even if Zhao Ziqi and I break up, I will never choose you."

She pushed herself up.

She told herself that even if she died, she did not want to die beside him and did not want to be named Chu.

Mr. Chu held her down, and the two of them sank deeply into the soft bed. He held her face with one hand and whispered, "If you don't like it, I'll delete the photo! Yinshuang, I never thought of showing it to Zhao Ziqi. How could I bear to let others see your aroused look?"

Speaking of this, he remembered that she had belonged to someone else.

Mindful in the heart.

But he couldn't care less, because during the time they were apart, he also had other women.

She wanted to leave, but he wouldn't let her.

He held her down, took a tie from the pillow beside the bed, and tied her wrists.

She was stunned, and when she came to her senses, she kicked her legs and screamed, "What are you doing? Chu Zhixia, let me go...let me go!"

"I'll help you apply medicine."

His voice was deep, and the look he gave her was even more painful. The joy of regaining what he had just lost had completely disappeared.

She doesn't want him.

She would rather have the young boy than him.

When he applied the medicine to her, perhaps because he hadn't touched a woman for too long, he couldn't help but have a physiological reaction... When they looked at each other, the atmosphere was very subtle.

She looked at him coldly, her eyes full of disdain and contempt.

After a moment, she let go of her strength, lay on the bed and spoke calmly: "You have already done your best. It is impossible for me and Zhao Ziqi to go as you wish! When will you let me go?"

Mr. Chu squeezed on the ointment.

He helped her pull up her thin pants.

After a while, he said calmly: "I will stay in City B for half a month. Yinshuang, we have a foundation of feelings for each other. I think you will accept my feelings and me as a person in the future."

"Not anymore."

She looked up at the ceiling and whispered, "Never again!"

Just at this moment, her cell phone rang.

It was Zhao Ziqi who called.

Without waiting for Mr. Chu to speak, she spoke first, as expressionless as a zombie: "Let me go! I will break up with him on the phone."

Mr. Chu thought about it for a moment, then let her go and returned the phone to her.

Mrs. Chu got the phone.

She kept her promise. She never mentioned where she was or what she had done. She calmly told Zhao Ziqi that they were not suitable for each other because their family backgrounds were too different and he was too young.

Finally, she said softly, "Let's break up!"

When Zhao Ziqi asked her further, she just hung up the phone and turned off the phone. Mr. Chu was very satisfied and wanted to express his affection to her, but after Mrs. Chu hung up the phone, she stared at the phone in a daze.

After a while, teardrops as big as beans fell on the phone screen.

One, two...

She was like a little girl who had lost her love, curled up at the head of the bed, hugging her pillow and crying sadly...

Mr. Chu's heart was broken.

She was his beloved.

But she really fell in love with someone else.

Mr. Chu raised his head slightly.

He tried hard to control his emotions so as not to lose his composure. He asked her, "Is he that good? Is he that unforgettable to you? Song Yinshuang, we have been together for ten years. Isn't he as good as the young boy you have known for half a year?"

"What do you like about him?"

"How am I inferior to him?"

……

Finally, his voice became hoarse.

It was no longer easy to say "I love you". He finally understood that some people would disappear once they were missed...