An Ran was silent for a while, then laughed angrily.
She pushed away his frivolous hand. "Why?"
"Oh," Nie Qingyu stared at her with his deep black eyes, his eyes full of aggression. "When will it be your turn to bargain with me!"
After saying that, he covered her again and held her chin. Cold words continued to escape from his thin, pale lips: "Even if we are divorced, you are mine too! I can touch you whenever I want, how I want to touch you, you
You are not qualified to refuse!”
An Ran was so angry that she was shaking all over, but she couldn't push away the man's heavy and muscular body. She could only express her anger and protest with her eyes.
Nie Qingyu patted her pale cheek as a warning, then released his grip on her, and stood up gracefully and slowly.
While arranging his clothes, he said calmly: "If you have any requests, you can ask me! You can also ask if you are short of money! As long as you are obedient, I will pay you one million pocket money every month."
An Ran's lips trembled slightly and asked him: "What do you mean?"
His answer was reasonable: "It means exactly what you think!"
An Ran laughed angrily. Before she could fight back against this arrogant man, he had already turned around and left without looking back.
She closed her eyes, and it took a long time to calm down. Well, she had reached this point, and any further entanglement would only increase her sadness. Now, she just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
An Ran got up and put on her clothes, then moved out the suitcase that she had packed long ago from the closet.
Nie Qingyu never stays overnight. If he opens the closet and takes a look tonight, he will understand that she has decided to go.
An Ran didn't have many clothes, and they were all packed in the suitcase. The closet was empty except for a few pieces of Nie Qingyu's replacement clothes.
Both signed divorce agreements were taken away by Nie Qingyu, and it is estimated that they will be replaced with divorce certificates in a few days.
The copy she printed herself was thrown directly into the trash can, and a cup of leftover tea was poured on it.
After doing all this, she dragged the trolley suitcase and left.
Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped under a residential building in Jiahe Community. My friend Bao Yuanqing came out and helped lift the suitcase from the trunk.
An Ran paid the fare, picked up the suitcase, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for bothering you in the middle of the night..."
"The two of us are still saying these polite words." Bao Yuanqing curled his lips, opened the door, and said: "I didn't hear what happened on the phone...are you and your husband really getting divorced?"
"Leave." An Ran's voice was very soft, and her eyes flickered for a moment.
It was as if she had had a ridiculous dream, but when she woke up, it was midnight and she was wandering around with her suitcase.
The elevator stopped at the tenth floor. Bao Yuanqing took out the key and opened the door, and the two of them walked in together.
This is a small two-bedroom house, which is quite warm and clean.
Bao Yuanqing threw away the key and asked impatiently: "How much property will be divided in the divorce?"
After about a few minutes, she shouted in disbelief:
"No way, you've been married to him for three years and you've left the house! Even if you get divorced, he won't let you go! Damn, you're such a scumbag!"
…
Bao Yuanqing has a bold personality and quite a chivalrous demeanor. When she heard what happened to An Ran, she almost fainted from anger.
Finally, she pointed at her and said, "You, you, you... you have been kicked out by him for three years, so you don't know how to take the opportunity to give him a hard blow! Hey, An Ran, how could I be so stupid as you?"
My friend, I can’t do it anymore, I’m so angry!”
An Ran lowered his head and calmed down: "Forget it...at least he was kind to me before...just...just take it as repayment."
Bao Yuanqing drank half a glass of water to avoid fainting from anger. "Bang" the glass fell back on the table. She suddenly remembered something: "Wait a minute, didn't you mean that he promised to give you the villa where you live?"
your!"
An Ran waved her hand quickly: "I don't want that house... He has conditions. I will continue to live there, and he will come over occasionally..."
Now that she had made up her mind to break up, she didn't want to break the relationship anymore. What's more, he divorced her to marry that woman, and that woman was pregnant... She would never agree to his conditions in any case.
Has his wife been demoted to a mistress? He can abuse her, but she cannot despise herself.
"Oh, what do you think this is?" Bao Yuanqing kept sighing, saying it was not worth it for his friend. "I have persisted for so long, and in the end I have nothing. In the past three years, even a stone should be warmed by you!
Man, you really have a heart of iron!"
"Forget it, I don't want to mention it again." An Ran was a little depressed, more tired than anything else.
Seeing her sad look, Bao Yuanqing swallowed back all his complaints, and finally said: "I don't know how you fell in love with such a heartless man!"
An Ran came to the second bedroom and lay down to rest. It was already past three in the morning, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.
The tears rolled down and flowed into the pillow before being swallowed up without a trace. It was like the emotion she had given unilaterally, without any response or any result.
——I don’t even know how you fell in love with such a heartless man!
Bao Yuanqing's angry doubts rang in his ears again, but An Ran smiled bitterly and remained silent.
After a long time, she heard her own voice murmuring like a dream: "Actually, he wasn't like this before. He used to be... very, very, very, very good to me..."
The next morning, An Ran got up as usual and went to the Oriental National Music Theater to rehearse with Bao Yuanqing.
Bao Wuqing advised her to rest for two days and adjust her mood and state before going back to work.
An Ran gave a pale smile and said softly: "I have to make money...I have to support myself in the future."
"Oh, you..." Bao Yuanqing opened his mouth but couldn't help but want to scold her, but seeing her haggard look, he had no choice but to shut up.
The two took a taxi to the Qingquan Band Club, and their colleagues also arrived in twos and threes. They greeted each other and started rehearsing.
For everyone, today is no different from usual, and no one will notice that An Ran returned from being married to being divorced.
In fact, An Ran has been married in secret for the past three years. No one except Bao Yuanqing knew that she was married, and they never expected that the person she married was Nie Qingyu, a leader in the business world.
She is low-key and silent, like a quiet shadow, not wanting to attract anyone's attention.
However, someone still noticed her.
"An Ran," a cheerful voice sounded, and then she heard rapid footsteps. Her colleague He Yifeng walked up to her and greeted her warmly: "You're so early!"
An Ran was not in the mood to chat with people now, but when people came to say hello, she couldn't help but ignore them.
"It's not too early." She reluctantly responded, then sat down in the rehearsal seat and opened the music score.
"An Ran, let me tell you good news..." He Yifeng came over again, with an eager smile on his face.
He has fairly fair facial features and is young and vigorous. He seems to be full of challenges to everything. Especially the luxury brands he wears and the valuable imported mechanical watch on his wrist reveal his wealthy family background.
He Yifeng is very popular with young female colleagues in the orchestra, but he seems to prefer to hang around An Ran.
An Ran reluctantly curved her lips, turned to look at He Yifeng, and said, "I'm sorry, I have to rehearse."
He Yifeng finally noticed that she seemed to be in a bad mood and wanted to say something, but he saw that she had turned her eyes back and concentrated on playing the pipa to the overall rhythm of the band.
When He Yifeng walked away without interest, Bao Yuanqing came over, touched An Ran who was concentrating on rehearsing, and whispered:
"Hey, Miss An, who is now single again, would you like to consider the young master He who is pursuing you? His father is Mr. He Wenli, a well-known local real estate builder."