My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

She looked at him, indicating that she was willing to listen to him.

"Give each other a chance first. Fu Yan is going south now. I allow you to give up your status as the Duke's wife and order Fu Yan to not hold any official position or title in front of you. You can get along like an ordinary couple. You can get along seriously for three months, just three months. If you still insist, even if Fu Yan kneels down and begs me, I will agree to it."

Jiang Wan frowned. What does this mean?

Let yourself go south?

Does this mean to give myself and Fu Yan a cooling-off period?

Is His Majesty too bored sitting on the throne? He's even meddling in this matter.

However, Jiang Wan is now determined. She has no other thoughts about Fu Yan and is not afraid of any unexpected changes.

Looking at the person in front of her, she had only one choice at the beginning, which was to agree. After all, he was not an elder, but the emperor.

"I promise you, but I want to ask your Majesty something."

"You said."

"How did your Majesty learn about this?"

"Speaking of which, I must punish those who meddle in other people's business when I return. I'm afraid your mother-in-law asked her niece to say something to the queen, and then it reached my ears."

Jiang Wan understood in his heart that what this meant was that Fu Yan did not tell him about this.

Fu Yan didn't even talk to His Majesty about the divorce for several months until he went south!

What is he procrastinating for?

If the old lady wanted to, Li thought, they could just publicize the matter and ruin their reputation.

If I divorced Fu Yan.

These things are spread among the people, and they will surely only be disadvantageous to me.

Just now, His Majesty said that he only found out recently that it was Li who deliberately spread the news.

Then it was definitely not Your Majesty who suppressed the news.

Is it... Fu Yan?

Is Fu Yan helping himself?

She vaguely remembered what His Majesty had just said - how do you know that if you tell Fu Yan about this, he won't help you?

Yes, Jiang Wan didn’t say it, and she didn’t know what choice Fu Yan would make.

In the previous life, I was about to die.

I once asked Fu Yan about his feelings for me...

At that time, Jiang Wan was just a woman who had never left the inner house.

In her heart, her husband is her heaven.

It was raining heavily and the cave entrance was cold and damp.

Only the man holding her continued to provide warmth.

Jiang Wan was always in a state of half awake and half unconsciousness. Her nose could smell the pleasant scent that belonged to Fu Yan, mixed with a hint of rust. She slowly opened her closed eyes and looked up at him.

It was clearly he who was injured, but Fu Yan's lips were paler than his own and his face looked tired.

Jiang Wan tried to reach out to him.

I touched his chin, lips, and nose tip...

He was always so cold.

He is also cold to himself.

Jiang Wan looked at him and thought, it's a good thing he was so cold to everyone.

I don't seem so pitiful after all.

She stroked his face with her fingertips.

His appearance seemed to be engraved in my heart and I could never forget it.

Even if it brings bitterness every time.

But some people are willing to do it.

She stroked his eyelashes. They were not curled, but straight, long and black.

The man who was always alert now closed his eyes tightly, as if he was not disturbed by Jiang Wan.

"Fu Yan, if you want to remarry after you return..."

"Don't let her live in Wutong Courtyard... okay?"

It seemed as if he was begging the person in front of him, or as if he was talking to himself.

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly after hearing these words.

Fu Yan tightened his grip around her waist.

Jiang Wan heard him reply in a low voice, "...You won't die."

Jiang Wan pulled a bitter smile at the corner of his lips.

"Fu Yan...you're still unwilling to answer me even at this time."

“……” The person in front of him remained silent.

Jiang Wan's hand touched his ear, and his earlobe felt very cold.

Even cooler than him.

"Did you hear me? Fu Yan..."

The woman, with a weak breath, called his name over and over in his ear.

Before death, Jiang Wan asked Fu Yan more than once, "Do you love me?"

Can you lie to me?

Say you love me.

You lied to me.

I won't blame you.

Jiang Wan hugged him, with pain on his brow.

"Fu Yan, you lied to me. I just want to hear you say you love me. Can't you lie to me once?"

Not even once?

just one time……

My whole body was cold, except for a warm feeling in my chest.

"Fu Yan, can you please tell me once..."

"Say you love me...I want to hear..."

The woman continued to talk.

He didn't dare to relax, he held her tightly, not daring to let go, not daring to answer.

Jiang Wan said bitterly, "You're not willing to do it even once? Even if I ask you to lie to me... you still don't want to?"

"Fu Yan, you are so cruel."

It’s really cruel…

If she could go back to the beginning, Jiang Wan thought, she wouldn't even look at Fu Yan.

That way, you won't fall in love with him.

The person in his arms became angry, and his expression seemed to be much better than before.

"I've been married to you for eighteen years, did you know that?"

He finally replied to Jiang Wan, "I've always known, Jiang Wan."

The last name seemed to be whispered.

"Eighteen years, can't I get your fake love for me? What can I do to make you respond to me?"

She felt heartbroken.

That pain seemed to cover up the pain in my chest, which was the pain of waiting to be tortured day after day for eighteen years.

"Jiang Wan, let's go back together."

The corner of his lips pressed against Jiang Wan's forehead.

"Go back together?" Jiang Wan sneered.

"How about we go back? Will you and I continue living in that caged life?"

The person in front of him paused.

It seems that he never thought that home is a cage for his wife.

"Jiang Wan..."

"Fu Yan! I hate you!"

She grabbed his collar hard, even though his collar was no longer as neat as it used to be.

"Jiang Wan, you hate it."

Jiang Wan was so angry at him that he didn't even want to lie to himself.

He always looks like he doesn't care about anything.

His love was just an ordinary thing to him.

For Fu Yan, a woman's love seems to be the least valuable.

Because there are few women in the whole of Beijing who don't love him.

Jiang Wan's love also became one of many loves.

Excess of things often seem cheap.

So Jiang Wan often wondered if she no longer loved Fu Yan.

Would that make her look less cheap?

She began to pretend that she didn't love Fu Yan.

She held back the concern that she wanted to express to him again and again.

I resisted the urge to ask him to stay again and again.

But it didn't seem to work for him.

There are even some things that will be gone if you don't fight for them.

Even the former courtesies no longer exist.

Fu Yan began to ignore him.

He even broke the rule that he had to come to Wutongyuan twice a month.

Jiang Wan became more and more anxious and helpless.

Fu Yan doesn't like himself.

This is obvious.

Jiang Wan regretted it.

I regret why I fell in love with this man in the first place.