The sudden storm forced him to return, sleeping on the narrow sofa in her living room.
Because he was outside, Zhuo Jian couldn't fall asleep until the early hours.
She didn't know what time it was when the door opened from the outside.
"It's a bit cold!"
Fu Yanye walked to her bed and spoke in a heavy, slightly hoarse voice.
Zhuo Jian saw him about to lie down and reflexively scooted inward.
"How can you sleep on such a hard bed?"
As soon as Fu Yanye lay down, he furrowed his brows.
But with the rain so heavy, leaving was out of the question.
"Everything in this house is cheap."
Her voice was extremely light.
Fu Yanye squeezed closer to her after hearing this: "What did you say?"
The man's cold breath lingered around her ear, and Zhuo Jian, startled, hugged her blanket tighter and shrank inside, facing him directly: "I said everything in this house is cheap, not worthy of you!"
"Who talks about themselves like that?"
Fu Yanye finally rested his head on her pillow.
Zhuo Jian sat up straight, hugging her blanket and shrinking into a corner at the head of the bed, looking at him confusedly.
With a germophobe lying on her bed, she really couldn't sleep in peace.
Fu Yanye looked at the old lamp on the ceiling: "You don't need to guard against me like a thief, I don't feel that way about you!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian thought to herself, can I believe that?
She had heard too much about men and women who didn't have feelings yet applauded each other, and she didn't want to become one of them.
Zhuo Jian continued to hug her blanket and sat there until Fu Yanye looked at her and said word by word, clearly, "Even if you stripped naked in front of me right now, I wouldn't feel a thing."
"..."
Isn't this just humiliating her?
Zhuo Jian felt a burning sensation inside her and slowly looked away from him.
She knew she wasn't good enough, lacking both figure and family background, but she wasn't that bad, was she?
After all, she was a woman, and a young woman at that!
As soon as her news broadcast today, there was no shortage of people chasing her.
"I'm going to sleep!"
Fu Yanye turned over, his back to her, and pulled down the corner of her blanket over himself.
Zhuo Jian reflexively snatched it back into her arms.
Fu Yanye, frustrated by the inability to fall asleep, sat up and questioned her: "What do you want? It's cold and hard here, and there's only one pillow!"
"..."
And he's the one with the nerve?
"Just make do for one night!"
His temper grew worse, and as he lay back down, he continued to snatch her blanket away.
This time, she didn't dare to fight back; his obsession with cleanliness was a serious issue, and he demanded that everything around him be washed with disinfectant.
Seeing that he was indeed going to sleep there, Zhuo Jian couldn't accept sharing a bed with him, and was about to leave.
"Don't move! Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep!"
His large frame suddenly pressed over, his arm heavily resting on her slender waist, reminding her.
"Fu Yanye, we're getting a divorce!"
Zhuo Jian's heart pounded like thunder, irritably reminding him.
Fu Yanye's gaze suddenly turned icy, and he asked her coldly, "What did you say?"
"I said we're getting divorced. How can you so brazenly sleep in my bed with me?"
Zhuo Jian continued to remind him angrily.
Fu Yanye's embrace stiffened, and his cold eyes stared at her, seemingly filled with endless hatred.
His phone rang just in time, and he immediately let her go, turned to pick up the phone and answered, "Hello?"
"Mr. Yanye, Miss Ruxiang has had an accident!"
"Has she been taken to the hospital? I'll be right there?"
Fu Yanye said as he got out of bed and put on his shoes.
Zhuo Jian didn't move until he walked to the door, then looked back at her, and she still didn't move.
Fu Yanye gave her a glance, then quickly left.
Zhuo Jian heard his quick footsteps and sighed softly!
Indeed, being in love with someone could cause nerves!
He was nervous for Ruxiang.
She was nervous for him!
Zhuo Jian had a sleepless night, resulting in her taking an hour just to do her makeup for work the next day.
However, before she entered the studio, a call from the Fu Family's old house came through for her, making her report that day go exceptionally well.
Yes!
The grandfather was back!
They could get a divorce now!
No longer would she have to bear the title of his wife, watching him care for other women with tender inquiries!
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As she left the TV station in the evening, she saw a sports car parked at the bottom of the steps—coincidentally, she recognized the license plate of that car.
The old lady had called to say a car was sent to pick her up, which had initially made her quite happy, considering she would finally detach from him upon getting her household registration book. Yet, before she even received it, she saw him again.
Li Yuqing chased after her from inside, catching up with her, "Do you need me to give you a ride home?"
"No, I have to visit the Fu Family's old house today!"
Zhuo Jian replied to him.
Li Yuqing nodded, "Okay! Call me if you need anything!"
Someone impatiently opened the car door for her from inside, "Get in the car!"
Zhuo Jian stood shoulder to shoulder with Li Yuqing, glanced into the car, and only then did Li Yuqing realize the car belonged to Fu Yanye. He couldn't help but silently criticize how the prosperous life of the rich must be such joy, since Yanye had been driving a different car just the day before.
"Then I'm off, see you tomorrow!"
"Yeah!"
The two waved goodbye, and Zhuo Jian got into Fu Yanye's car.
As she was still waving, Fu Yanye drove the car far away.
Although it felt awkward at first, she still managed to casually ask the ice-cold man beside her, "Is Sister Ruxiang okay?"
"Yeah!"
He was in a bad mood, and the car sped up even more.
Only then did Zhuo Jian glance at him uneasily, "Aren't you happy?"
"Which man could be happy seeing his wife flirting with another man?"
He really wanted to see this for himself.
Zhuo Jian looked at him even more astonished, "We're not really husband and wife, and the person you love isn't me!"
"Legally recognized spouses are indeed real spouses, whether there is love or not!"
He was very firm on this point.
Zhuo Jian, "Then have it your way!"
Fu Yanye glanced at the rearview mirror, didn't see her face, so he cast another glance at her. He wished he hadn't—the more he looked, the angrier he became, accelerating the car to racing speed.
Zhuo Jian secretly grasped the seat belt tightly—she wasn't cut out for this speed!
Thanks to Fu Yanye's exceptional driving skills, they soon arrived at the old Fu Family house.
The car slowed down as it drove in, while inside, a family of four was in the midst of a discussion.
The old lady said, "If we give them this household registration book, then they really will get divorced!"
"What can we do if they don't? Yanye has made up his mind to give Ruxiang a formal status. You all know they went to pick a wedding dress."
The father of Fu Yanye said.
"Well, since we can't control it, let's just let it be! Anyway, I've retrieved the household registration book, and I will give it to them!"
The grandfather declared.
"Doesn't that mean Jianjian won't be our daughter-in-law anymore?"
The old lady was dissatisfied.
"Find her someone she gets along with in the future, and let her be our granddaughter," the grandfather consoled his wife.
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"Young master, young mistress is back!"
The housekeeper, who knew of the nominal status of their marriage, greeted them in this manner as soon as she saw them.