Fu Yanye looked at her, but his gaze gradually began to become distant.
After coaxing her to sleep, he left but went to the clubhouse.
Yan Zheng and Su Bai spent all day drinking there; when they saw him arrive, they shooed away the women beside them and focused entirely on keeping him company.
Fu Yanye seemed somewhat weary, and the two stared at him for a while, asking nothing.
"Zhuo Jian got the household registration book!"
Suddenly, Fu Yanye blurted out.
Su Bai and Yan Zheng were still thinking about their bet, which was somewhat large this time. Hearing him, they silently nodded, hearts in their throats, waiting for what was next.
"We should probably get divorced soon!"
Fu Yanye continued.
Yan Zheng's heart felt like it was being tightly constricted by a rope; he hurriedly spoke up, "You need to think this through, do you have no feelings at all for our little sister Jian? Are you content with this divorce? Even if little sister Jian isn't a devastating beauty, she is still extraordinarily charming. Are you really willing to let someone else have her?"
Su Bai, having bet that the two would get divorced, argued, "Little sister Jian's temperament is just suppressed by her family issues. If she goes back to her childhood temperament, how could Yanye stand it? The current little sister Jian is not the true little sister Jian. You better not push Yanye into the fire pit. Let him quickly divorce and then marry the one he's always wanted to marry. Besides, Ruxiang can't wait any longer, right?"
Yan Zheng: "..."
Fu Yanye said nothing more, just picked up his glass from beside him. He cast a cold glance at the amber liquid, then put it down, "The cup isn't clean today!"
"What?"
Yan Zheng thought there was a problem with his hearing.
"Big Brother, your cup has been sterilized at high temperatures!"
Su Bai watched as he was already furiously wiping each finger with a tissue, unable to help but remind him.
"The whole room is filled with a foul miasma!"
Having said that, Fu Yanye suddenly got up and turned to leave.
Su Bai and Yan Zheng were dumbfounded and couldn't help but inspect his cup, which was clean and only had the faint impressions where he had just pinched it.
Fu Yanye drove back to the neighborhood street, but his car turned into the opposite complex.
Zhuo Jian had already gone to bed. Her phone rang once, she stirred, and then continued sleeping.
Fu Yanye parked the car under her building, looked up at her apartment, wondering if she was already asleep.
How could she sleep?
Fu Yanye discontentedly glanced at his wristwatch, then his expression sank further.
Zhuo Jian planned to go out and buy breakfast after getting up in the morning. The vegetarian steamed buns downstairs were quite delicious.
But as soon as she walked downstairs, she saw a familiar car parked there.
At this hour in this block, other cars were parked neatly, only that one was parked behind.
Zhuo Jian walked over and gently knocked on the car window.
The person inside woke up, immediately recognized the person outside, and opened the window, "Morning!"
Zhuo Jian stared at him for a long time, then couldn't help but look behind again before replying indifferently, "Morning! When did you get here? How come you fell asleep?"
"Last night!"
Fu Yanye spoke faintly, as the convertible roof slowly rose.
Zhuo Jian felt her heart pounding but was also annoyed.
He came here last night?
Zhuo Jian remembered that before going to sleep, she had glanced downstairs, and he wasn't there yet; he must have come in the middle of the night. She couldn't help but frown even more tightly.
Seeing her expression, Fu Yanye suddenly changed his story, "I meant that I drank with Su Bai and Yan Zheng last night. I didn't sleep well, so I just dozed off in the car for a bit."
"Oh! I see."
Zhuo Jian felt this made more sense.
He had no reason to sleep under her building all night.
Zhuo Jian straightened up, hugging her slender arms and looking at him, "Then what are you doing here..."
"Did you get the household registration book?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian nodded, "Mhm!"
"Then let's go get a divorce!"
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, but then she thought it was better to part ways sooner to avoid lingering troubles. Then she inadvertently saw the time on his wristwatch--it was just past six.
"At this time, the Civil Affairs Bureau isn't open yet, right?"
Zhuo Jian thought to herself, was he in such a hurry to divorce her that he had come early in the morning?
Indeed!
He was willing to neglect his parents and grandparents for Ruxiang, so naturally, he wanted to get divorced quickly.
Was he perhaps afraid that as the night dragged on, more dreams could arise, afraid she might change her mind?
Thinking this, Zhuo Jian suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"Indeed! Where are you heading so early in the morning?"
Fu Yanye looked at her, dressed in a simple purple tracksuit.
Regaining her senses, Zhuo Jian glanced outside: "To buy breakfast!"
"Can't you cook it yourself?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She didn't love to cook!
"Let's go! I'll do it!"
Fu Yanye suddenly got out of the car, pushing the door open.
As Zhuo Jian wondered what he was up to, a couple came out of the building and said to them, "Handsome guy and beautiful lady, is this your car? Could you please move it aside?"
Fu Yanye's forward steps halted, he turned to look at the gap, and then turned back, his face cold as he looked at Zhuo Jian.
She felt goosebumps all over as he stared at her: "Quickly move the car!"
"Walk with me!"
Fu Yanye said and went to her side, pushing her into the passenger seat.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
All she did was go out to buy breakfast, and yet she ended up at Fu Yanye's Seaview Apartment.
Fu Yanye was frying eggs, toasting bread.
Zhuo Jian sat beside him waiting, watching his tall, upright figure, feeling herself surrender both body and soul.
Since she was young, she had thought he was the man with the best physique in the world.
Indeed, up to now, she had never seen anyone with better proportions than his.
She lowered her eyes, warning herself, "Zhuo Jian, be rational, you're going to get divorced soon!"
"Is a sandwich okay? I didn't add any meat for you!"
She had said she was already eating vegetarian.
Zhuo Jian nodded, and then Fu Yanye started to make the sandwich.
Vegetables and tomatoes, with eggs, the yolks cooked to seventy percent.
Seeing the beautiful sandwiches on the pretty plate before her, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at him.
How many more things was he capable of doing?
Fu Yanye poured milk into a crystal glass and promptly placed it before her: "Can looking at me satisfy your hunger? Eat first!"
"Thank you!"
Zhuo Jian didn't hold back any longer, she drank some milk and then began eating the sandwich.
She had to admit, not only did he have a good figure, good looks, good family background, good abilities, he also was a good cook!
Wasn't this what they called 'a man who was a catch in the living room and in the kitchen'?
As a girl, Zhuo Jian felt ashamed that she was not as good as him in any respect.
Thinking that he belonged to another woman, she suddenly lost her appetite.
It seemed she was destined to never be associated with anything good.
More than three years ago, the relevant authorities suddenly showed up at her home, and she still remembered the scene vividly; her father was very calm.
But...
It wasn't long before her father jumped from the upstairs.
The house was later confiscated, but even if it weren't, she would never live there again.
Not out of fear, but something akin to sorrow.
Fu Yanye nibbled on his sandwich for a few bites, then asked her, "What have you decided about what I said the other day?"
Zhuo Jian subconsciously glanced at him again: "Are you talking about giving me alimony?"
"Starting a media company!"
Fu Yanye didn't care about her sarcasm; he went straight to the point.
"I don't like being a boss, I really enjoy what I'm doing now."
"You're not suited for the limelight!"
Fu Yanye said.