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

Chen Anan didn't look up: "I don't have much appetite."

"You have to eat something, too."

He walked up to her, reached out and took the book from her hand, and said in a gentler voice than before: "I'll ask the servant to bring it over here. Eat at least a little."

Chen Anan asked him if he had eaten.

Qiao Jinfan took off his coat and sat down on the sofa opposite her. He did not say that he had eaten out nor did he say that he had met with a lawyer. At this moment, he wanted to spend more time with his wife. Perhaps his marriage had finally come to an end and he still wanted to struggle.

But he knew in his heart that such compensation had nothing to do with love, and he just felt guilty towards his wife.

Neither of them had any objections.

Qiao Jinfan went downstairs.

When he returned to the master bedroom on the second floor, Chen Anan was reading again. This time he did not take the book from her hand. Instead, he whispered, "If you want to see your mother, I can arrange to meet you twice a week."

Chen Anan did not refuse. She said thank you to him in a soft voice.

Qiao Jinfan was stunned.

Her voice was soft, but there was an indescribable politeness in her tone, as if she had received a great favor from her, but they were husband and wife, weren't they? He was her mother's son-in-law, and it was his duty to contribute to her family, but his wife was distant and polite.

He was stunned for a while, and finally just smiled bitterly.

In fact, it has come to the end, but neither of us has said it out loud.

Qiao Jinfan didn't know why he didn't make a prompt decision. He knew the outcome but kept putting it off. Perhaps he wanted to wait until one night his wife would suddenly soften her heart and hug his neck and lean against him when they fell asleep. If that happened, their relationship would be clear and he would have more confidence in this relationship.

But no, Chen Anan remained indifferent.

One night a month later, Qiao Jinfan could not resist asking his wife for sex. When he put his arms around her slender waist, her body stiffened obviously but she did not refuse. She lay flat on the big bed in the dark and let her husband take advantage of her. Although she did not resist, she did not cooperate either. After the love affair, Qiao Jinfan felt even more empty.

After finishing, he calmed down for a while and went into the bathroom.

Chen Anan knew that her husband was not satisfied, but she no longer had the energy to please him, nor did she have the energy to work on this dead marriage. She still lay calmly on the big bed, reaching out and slowly pulling her pajamas together.

In the bathroom, there was the sound of running water.

About ten minutes later, Qiao Jinfan came out, all wet. His sharp features and wet black hair cast a shadow over his wife in the dark. He stood by the bed for a long time before lifting the quilt and lying back down. He half leaned against the headboard and consciously let his wife lie in his arms, but after a while he keenly felt Chen Anan move.

His wife didn't want to be close to him.

Qiao Jinfan did not force it. He sat up slightly and took the cigarette box on the bedside table, shook out a cigarette but did not light it. He was absent-minded for a long time in the darkness. During this time, his wife had been pretending to be asleep. She did not communicate with him and did not want to get close to him.

They finally reached the end.

"Let's get a divorce."

Qiao Jinfan heard his own calm and hoarse voice. He didn't know why he suddenly made up his mind to let her go and let himself go, and decided to have nothing to do with her from now on.

Yes, how can a divorced couple still have a relationship?

There will be no more for the rest of my life.

Qiao Jinfan regretted it the moment he said it. At this moment, he was afraid that Chen Anan would agree readily. He actually hoped that she would keep pestering him so that they wouldn't have to get divorced.

But the damage is done.

Love is, and so is marriage.

Beside him, his wife, who was sleeping with him but not dreaming of him, said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Qiao Jinfan's body stiffened.

At that moment, he felt his scalp tingling and his blood flowing backwards, as if something important had slipped away from his life...

Chen Anan lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed.

Qiao Jinfan blocked him instinctively, and then he tightly grasped her thin wrist, her voice extremely hoarse: "Where are you going?"

Chen Anan said in a low voice: "I'll go to the guest room to sleep."

"Just sleep here."

Qiao Jinfan did not let go. His pair of dark eyes looked unfathomable in the darkness, making it impossible to tell his true emotions.

Chen Anan felt it was both sad and ridiculous.

He was the one who proposed the divorce, so why is he still acting so reluctant...