While I was lost in the excitement of the party, Han Sheng was apparently sitting in a restaurant, waiting for me to arrive. He was checking his phone every few minutes, looking for a reply that never came. What he didn't expect, though, was a notification popping up about the consumption at Shanshen bar.
That's when he realized where I was—and who I might be with. Furious, he started bombarding me with messages, accusing me of having fun with other men while he sat there waiting.
But I didn't see any of it. I was too busy clinking glasses with the models, laughing, and singing karaoke with no care in the world. I even ran my hands over one of the models' sculpted abs, marvelling at how perfectly toned they were. The music, the dancing, and the carefree fun—it was all just too good to stop.
Then, out of nowhere, the private room door slammed open, and Han Sheng barged in. Before I could even process what was happening, he stormed over, grabbed my arm, and started dragging me out of the room. His grip was so tight it hurt, and I winced as I tried to pull away.
"Let me go! Leave me, you dog man! Let me go!" I yelled, struggling against his hold.
But he wouldn't stop, his furious eyes locked on mine as he pulled me out into the hallway. I yanked my arm back with all my strength, finally breaking free. He turned around, his face dark with rage, and said through gritted teeth, "How dare you come here and have fun with other men? Am I dead?" he demanded, his voice sharp and accusing.
Scrubbing my aching wrist where he grabbed me so harshly, I glared back. "And what about you? You are having fun with your white moonlight, so why can't I? Why shouldn't I? Am I dead too?" I shot back, trembling with anger.
His eyes narrowed. "Did you even see the message I sent you?" he asked, frustration lacing his words.
"Yes, I did, what for that?", I replied coldly.
"You saw them and didn't even bother to reply? I was waiting for you---at the restaurant!" His words hit me, but I wasn't about to let him have the last word.
"You waited for me", I echoed with a smirk, my voice rising. "But let me remind you of the night I waited for you. Four hours. Four whole hours I stood in the dark, in the pouring rain, soaking wet, just because you said. And you? You never came".
His face froze as I continued, my voice shaking now, the memory clawing its way back. "When I finally got home, there you were—sitting on the couch after spending time with your White moonlight. You saw me, drenched and shivering, and you didn't even say a single word. Not one. So, don't talk to me about waiting".
Han Sheng's gaze faltered for a second before he muttered, "I forgot".
"You forgot?" I said, laughing bitterly. "Fine. Let's say you forgot. Then let's also say I forgot. I saw your message and forgot to reply. What's the big deal?"
The flicker of guilt in his eyes vanished as his expression hardened again. "You like hooking up with men, don't you? Fine. Let's hook up".
Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and pinned me against the wall. His lips crashed against mine, rough and forceful. I struggled, pushing against him, but he didn't stop. The weight of his body pressed against me, leaving me no choice. Desperate, I bit down his lips, hard.
He jerked back, touching his mouth, his eyes blazing with fury. "Are you a dog?" he spat.
"Yes, I am a dog", I snapped, meeting his glare with one of my own. "And if you ever come at me like that again, I will bite you even harder. Do you want to try?"
I stood there, shaking with anger, daring him to make another move. But he just stared at me, his hand still on his lip, stunned into silence.
After a brief moment, Han Sheng's voice cut through the tension like a knife. "Don't you want a divorce? Fine. I'll give it to you. Let's meet at the divorce office at eight a.m. tomorrow. But don't come crying and regretting it later." With that, he spun on his heel and stormed off.
For a second, his words hung in the air, and then it hit me—I was free. "Okay! Sharp at eight a.m. tomorrow!" I shouted after him, grinning. My voice echoed through the hallway, loud and clear, and I caught a glimpse of his face turning crimson with anger and frustration before he disappeared around the corner.
As I stood there, the adrenaline began to fade. My heart clenched, sharp and sudden, like something precious had slipped through my fingers. I clutched at my chest, the ache unbearable. "Su Yan," I murmured to myself, "you've done so much, so much for him... and yet, he didn't even bother to look at you. You still feel sorry for him?" I shook my head, biting back tears.
"No," I said firmly, my voice trembling. "Don't worry. After divorcing him, I'll find someone better. Someone who deserves you." With those words, I forced a smile, straightened up, and strode back home.
After I got home, I called Fu Qian, "I'm just out of mood. Let's meet tomorrow," I said before hanging up.