Zhuo Jian had seen in a novel the longing a man harbored for a woman's body.
Zhuo Jian bowed her head and said nothing for a long while.
Fu Yanye picked up the bowl she had used and served himself some soup, then began to elegantly eat his dinner, casually telling her, "Your suitcase has been moved upstairs. However, the clothes are a bit old. I'll have someone bring you some new styles tomorrow. Which brand do you like?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him incredulously once again.
A brand?
Of course, the bigger the better!
But what was she, a bankrupt woman with nothing left but her pride, supposed to do with a brand?
Lately, she had been wearing some very delicate niche brands.
"You better not do that!"
She warned him with her head lowered.
He stopped eating and turned to ask her, "Why not?"
"Just take good care of your own woman!"
Zhuo Jian's fingers clutched the underside of the table.
"Indeed!"
Fu Yanye suddenly agreed.
The motion of Zhuo Jian clutching the table ceased, and her breathing trembled lightly!
He truly treated Ruxiang with the utmost care, from clothes and food to housing and having a doctor in attendance.
What's more, in a sea of millions, Ruxiang was the only one who could touch him!
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but turn to look at him; he was seriously eating again.
He was the kind of man who even looked good eating!
Zhuo Jian had long known she was deeply poisoned by him, and now she wanted to know more than ever, how was she supposed to give up such an honorable and elegant man as Fu Yanye and fall for someone else?
Fu Yanye had no idea what she was thinking, just suddenly looked at her and said, "I suddenly feel a bit shortchanged."
Zhuo Jian felt a strange breath near her ear, and instinctively dodged away, turning to look at him, "Shortchanged about what?"
"You are my wife, yet I've never exercised my rights as a husband!"
"..."
"To divorce like this, it just feels unsatisfactory!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt dizzy, shaken to her core!
But soon, she knew from his smile that he was teasing her!
How could he do this?
She didn't believe he didn't know she still loved him!
He was too detestable!
Her eyes grew heavier, and realizing she was falling again, she could no longer maintain her composure and quickly stood up, "I'm going upstairs!"
She had snuck out in the middle of the night, while he was asleep.
She knew she wasn't his type; Ruxiang might have seemed frail, but she had all the necessary attributes, unlike her, a perfect picture of peace and prosperity.
Zhuo Jian dragged her suitcase quickly out of the neighborhood, passed the silent street corner, and moved to the house opposite.
She didn't dare to linger any longer; she didn't have his confidence and ease. Being with him, she couldn't help but succumb.
If she stayed any longer, she feared she might beg him not to divorce!
She feared she might lose even the last shred of self-respect she had left for him!
Fu Yanye, the only man she had ever loved since she was young!
——
She returned to her mother's residence.
Actually, her mother's residence wasn't bad at all and was only a street away from Fu Yanye's upscale community.
All other properties of the Zhuo Family had been confiscated, except for this one, her mother's pre-marital property, left intact, eighty square meters.
Zhuo Jian placed the suitcase at the door, then entered her mother's room.
On the bedside table, there was still a photo of her and her mother from a few years ago.
Zhuo Jian picked it up and unconsciously began to stroke the woman's face in the photo.
"Mom, your daughter won't disappoint you!"
Zhuo Jian muttered softly to herself.
She lay on her mother's bed, recalling the days when she and her mother were together in her childhood.
She used to be so flamboyant and her laughter was wild!
She could hardly remember what she used to be like!
——
The next day, past ten in the morning, dressed in formal attire, she left the house and went to a restaurant near the television station to have a meal. Suddenly, a person appeared in front of her, "Ah Jian!"
Ruxiang looked at her with a smile.
"Sister Ruxiang!"
Zhuo Jian managed a forced smile.
Ruxiang sat down beside her, with a handsome man standing next to her.
Ruxiang introduced, "He's the bodyguard Yanye found for me. You know Yanye, he's always been very attentive to me."
Zhuo Jian smiled faintly and lowered her head to eat her breakfast.
"Ah Jian, my aunt just passed away, and I really shouldn't push you at this time, but... I can't delay any longer because of my health. I want to walk down the aisle with Yanye as soon as possible."
Ruxiang looked ever so pitiful!
Zhuo Jian's smile was distant yet polite. Ruxiang's words were clear, and she heard them loud and clear.
There was just one thing she didn't like, and that was that she was being stalked!
"We've already signed the divorce agreement, it's just that the Fu Family's household registration book was taken by Grandpa, so we have to wait a few days."
Zhuo Jian stated the facts!
"Is that so?"
Ruxiang looked relieved.
"Yeah!"
Zhuo Jian nodded, saying no more.
"This illness really is terrible, making me worry all day long. Ah Jian, you mustn't blame me. Actually, I know there's nothing between you and Yanye. Yanye doesn't like your type. He's just looking after you as an older brother because your mother just passed away. I..."
"Yeah! He's just looking after me as an older brother. What's there for you, Sister Ruxiang, to worry about?"
Zhuo Jian really couldn't eat anymore, and after saying so, she left.
Ruxiang: "Ah Jian!"
Zhuo Jian didn't like her calling her name, so she walked back over to Ruxiang, "Sister Ruxiang, please stop stalking me!"
Ruxiang first looked panicked, then adopted an innocent expression, "Ah Jian, what are you talking about?"
Zhuo Jian made her point and left briskly.
Ruxiang's hand, which was resting on her legs, suddenly gripped tightly, and the innocent and pitiful look in her eyes turned into one of extreme paranoia.
Zhuo Jian hoped the divorce would happen soon, the sooner the better.
In her life, there would be no more Ruxiang, and no more Fu Yanye!
But Grandpa was delaying his return, and she feared that if too much time passed, Yanye might think she was the reason Grandpa wasn't coming back.
After all, the old master and mistress were very fond of her!
That day, she entered the broadcasting studio for the first time to host the thirty-minute noon news.
With her hair up and dressed in a purple suit, she entered the studio, seated herself in front of the set, and, led by an experienced anchor, she began her first job since returning to the country.
Since it was a live broadcast, anyone watching the city's station could see it.
Some hotels and restaurants would even play the news channel at noon.
At that moment, Fu Yanye was with Su Bai and Yan Zheng going to a private restaurant. At the entrance, they saw a familiar voice appear on the television mounted on the wall.
All three of them simultaneously turned to look in that direction.
"Is that Zhuo Jian?"
"She's an anchor now? Yanye, did you help her get this kind of job?"
"No!"
Facing his good friend's question, all he could think about was that when he woke up in the morning, her figure was gone from the bed, even her luggage was missing.
He had indeed let his guard down last night!
The three entered a private room, and Su Bai said, "I heard that TV anchors are quite popular these days. A bunch of old farts are finding their mistresses there!"
"Yanye, Zhuo Jian wouldn't be asked to dine with those people, would she? No outsider knows about your marriage."
Yan Zheng reminded him.
"They're getting divorced anyway. Even if little sister Jian is kept by someone else, what does it have to do with him?"
Su Bai suddenly mentioned.
"Right!"
It dawned on Yan Zheng that these two were soon to be exes.