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After Xia Zhi heard this, her heart was filled with sorrow. She softly said, "Still, it's like I said, no one will be able to complete the path you have chosen."

"Yes." So the path that I have chosen, even if I have to cry, I have to continue! "

"So …"

She reached out her hand to interrupt Xia Zhi, "Maybe I do, but I'm already tired. I really don't want to spend my time and effort on managing another relationship. Xia Zhi, I am not as strong as you are … "

At the end of her sentence, she could not finish her sentence. With a bitter smile, she hurriedly dragged her luggage and left.

Xia Zhi chased her to the door, looked at her sad and skinny back, and extended her hand out to ask her to stay. But after being in the air for a long time, she still powerlessly drooped down.

The other party didn't want to get out of the maze, so no matter how much strength the onlooker used, it was useless. If they forced it, their relationship might get further and further apart.

To Yang Yazhu, this was an even greater loss.

At least for now, she could still quietly wait. If one day Yang Yazhu really needed help, she could reach out her hand in time …

What is love? Why so cruelly, so many times, push men and women who admire it to despair?

She didn't know.

Until now, she hadn't been able to see its true face.

Perhaps she would be like her predecessors, unable to see through it for the rest of her life, but she could still try her best to distance herself from it and not let it hurt her or anyone else around her.

Of course, the person beside him was Yi Zihan, the kind and warm man …

When Yang Yazhu pushed open the door and entered the room, she saw Han Jing sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.

When he heard the door open, he changed the page and said without looking back, "You're back. Xia Zhi didn't accompany you, which means that you once again used a perfect excuse to deceive her. After being with me for so many years, the art of lying has become more and more pure. That's good. Come down to make dinner after a short rest. I'll stay home for dinner today. "

Yang Yazhu said coldly: "Then you will never be able to!"

Han Jing turned his head and smiled meaningfully, "It doesn't matter if I'm hungry for a meal. Are you sure you want to do this? "

Yang Yazhu's face turned white, gnashing her teeth in anger, "Demon!"

"You've used that word so often lately that it's not new at all. Why don't you use a new word next time? Okay. "Don't bicker with me here. With this bickering skill, you can already make a bowl of fragrant noodles!" Han Jing laughed shamelessly.

Yang Yazhu turned around and stomped up the stairs with a pale face.

As she slammed the door, she slumped against it, tears streaming down her face.

She was so useless. Not only was she unable to protect herself, but she was also unable to protect her parents.

She was like a trapped bird that could only weep in a golden silk cage.

No, no, no! She was not even comparable to a bird, but an ant that had no ability to resist.

Not only was she unable to inflict even a little bit of damage on him, she was unable to even bicker with him. Every time they clashed, she would suffer a crushing defeat!

The most hateful thing was that even if he lost miserably, he wouldn't be able to run away. He could only allow himself to be tortured!

Just as Yang Yazhu was lamenting, there was a knock on the door. Han Jing's voice came from outside, "Are you alright? I'm hungry. Are you sure you don't want to come out and cook? "

"NO!" I'll be there soon! Give me twenty more minutes! " Yang Yazhu hurriedly wiped her tears, using both hands to support her ice cold body as she stood up.

However, because he had been sitting for too long, his feet were numb and in pain. He simply could not move his feet.

Han Jing was obviously satisfied with her reply, "Then I'll wait for you downstairs. But this time, I hope you can come down in the time you say. You know, I'm getting less and less patient than I used to be. "

Yang Yazhu did not make a sound, she only punched herself again, and then punched herself again. Only when her leg started to feel better did she try to move towards the bathroom.

With every step she took, she felt a stab of pain, but she ignored it and continued forward.

Soon, she knocked herself off her feet and went downstairs.

Han Jing looked down at his watch and smiled in satisfaction, "Very good. "Very punctual."

Yang Yazhu ignored him and quickly walked into the kitchen.

After a while, he brought out a bowl of noodles and put it on the table. Come over and eat! "

Han Jing stood up and sat down at the dining table, and asked: "Why is there only one bowl?"

"I'm not hungry. Eat it yourself! " Yang Yazhu turned to leave.

Han Jing reached out to stop her, "No. Even if you're not hungry, you still have to eat. "

Yang Yazhu raised her eyebrows, "Are you saying that you want to give me your only bowl of noodles?"

Han Jing laughed, "No. We'll share. This is the path of a husband and wife. "

"Not interested. You know very well that we are only husband and wife now, not husband and wife. Therefore, there's no need to follow the path of a husband and wife anymore. " Yang Yazhu said coldly.

"No. As long as we are legally husband and wife, some care is still necessary. Go on. Go and get two bowls. "

Yang Yazhu clenched her teeth and struggled, but the grip on her arm became tighter and tighter.

With such strength, it was as if he wanted to break her hand into two.

After a long silent battle, Yang Yazhu conceded in the end.

She whispered, "As you wish!"

"That's more like it!" Han Jing let go of her hand proudly.

Yang Yazhu turned around expressionlessly like a puppet, but after a while she took out a pair of chopsticks and placed it in front of him.

Han Jing personally split the face in two, then said with a gentle smile: "Alright. Sit down and eat. It's good of you to be back. At least the family had gained some popularity. Don't ever run away from home again. Why? Not only were they heartbroken, they were even made a joke of by outsiders. Take Xia Zhi for example. Initially, she thought that you were living a blissful life, or at least, that you could proudly raise your head in front of her and make her jealous of you. But now, she will always look at you with pity and sympathy. "

Yang Yazhu slammed her chopsticks on the table in anger.

Han Jing sighed, and then personally placed the chopsticks back into her hands, "Sigh! Why are you so angry now? Fine! You don't want to hear it, so I won't. Eat the noodles! "

Yang Yazhu randomly picked two bites before putting down her chopsticks. She stood up and said, "I'm full, you take your time to eat!"

"Even if you're full, you have to sit with me. I haven't finished reading the financial section of my newspaper. You can go read it to me. I eat and listen, and since you have things to do, I'm not so lonely. "Hurry up and go!" Han Jing said with a faint smile.

Yang Yazhu was so angry that she wanted to kill someone.

She knew that Han Jing was purposely tormenting her.

He must hate her for not acting in front of Xia Zhi, so he thought of ways to humiliate her.

But she couldn't refuse. She couldn't give him the chance to harm her parents!

Yang Yazhu stood up, took the newspaper and sat down, secretly taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. Only then did she open the newspaper to the financial page and slowly read.

Han Jing ate very slowly, almost as if he was eating them one by one with relish, as if he was using Yang Yazhu's voice as a special seasoning.

No matter how impatient Yang Yazhu was, she had to endure it.

When she finally finished reading the last piece of financial news, Han Jing put down his chopsticks, pulled a wet towel and wiped his mouth gracefully. That's it for today. Go upstairs and have a good rest. I'll go to the hospital. I may not be coming back tonight. "

Yang Yazhu heaved a sigh of relief and stood up to leave.

After walking a few steps, Han Jing's voice was like a poisonous snake that suddenly came from behind, "Don't you feel relaxed knowing that I'm not here? Is there a sense of relief? "

Yang Yazhu did not care about him, and quickly went upstairs.

But after rushing into the room, he could still hear Han Jing's complacent laughter.

Unable to bear it any longer, she raised her hands to cover her ears.

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly moved her hand down and walked to the window. Looking out, she saw that his car was no longer in the courtyard. It was obvious that he had finally left.

Tonight, her ears would finally clear.

However, could one's mind and heart be at peace when one's ears were at peace?

Just as he was thinking about it in a daze, his phone suddenly rang from behind him.