Chapter 8 Let's Get a Divorce

• I could never forget how Song Meiqian drove us into such a corner, when we couldn’t pay for my mother's surgery. Neither could I forget how she leaked the intimate photos of Cheng Jinghao and I for Nings' property. More than anything, I could not forget her conceited, arrogant appearance.
• Now she dares to say she was raped—even a TV series would not come up with a plot like this!
• I ignored the pain in my lower jaw and agitatedly pushed him away. "Ha! Will you believe everything that she says? Back then, she actually told me that you were not rich enough for her liking, and that’s why she went for my dad! Raped? I think 'seducing' is more likely!"
• "Slap—"
• A crisp slap rang out loud. My head was thrown ruthlessly to the side, and I seemed to be seeing stars in front of me. I remained in a daze for quite a while.
• Over the past four years, although he did not have feelings for me, he never ever used violence towards me.
• Today, he actually hit me because of Song Meiqian.
• I leaned weakly against the wall. My brows were furrowed. I looked at him in disappointment and asked, "Did I say or do anything wrong?"
• When I said that, I happened to have a glimpse at the dressing mirror and finally realized how messy and miserable I looked. My hair was disheveled, and my cheeks were red and swollen—I a woman that had been abandoned and tossed away.
• He slowly withdrew the hand that was hanging in the air. A raging fury flared up in his eyes. He said coldly, "At that time, if it wasn't because you asked her to give your father some tea for him to sober up from his hangover, your father wouldn't have had the chance to take advantage of her. She asked me not to blame you, but you are still doing everything that you can to slander her—you're beyond horrible!"
• Tea? For his hangover? That night, my father was very much sober and quarreled endlessly with my mother. That was why my mother, in a fit of anger, came to sleep in my room. What kind of tea did Song Meiqian send?
• I never knew Song Meiqian was so good in making up stories that she could reverse black and white to this extent.
• I felt blood surging in my body. I clenched my fists tightly and said in hysteria, "Right, you believe anything that she says! But that still doesn't change the fact that the person you love is just a prostitute who's available for anyone that is wealthy enough!"
• What I said made him burst into rage. He suddenly grabbed hold of my arm and flung me rudely to the bed. His eyes looked bloodthirsty. "Today, I'll let you know who is the real prostitute!”
• In an instant, I felt both anxious and enraged. I shoved him away with my all. "Let go of me!"
• He clamped down my wrists with one hand and kissed me forcefully, it felt extra vengeful, like he wanted to rip me apart.
• "Ah—"
• A piercing pain struck me. He wasn’t the least bit gentle.
• I was losing my strength. No matter how I resisted, my body still could not resist him. Thus, I gradually sank into oblivion.
• In my delirious state, I heard him saying gloomily, "Do you see now? This is what a prostitute is like."
• My mind became clear in an instant, I felt my blood running cold.
• That remark was just like a sharp knife that ruthlessly pierced through my heart. The pain was so severe I could hardly breathe.
• He had used all kinds of methods to remind me again and again not to forget the nature of this marriage. However, this was the first time he had let me felt such unprecedented embarrassment.
• He propped himself up and got down of the bed as if he was unwilling to stay any second longer. He put on his clothes, ready to leave.
• Where was he going, was it to be with Song Meiqian and their child?
• My heart instantly tightened. I was suffocated with despair.
• I took a deep breath shouted towards his back, "Let's get a divorce."
• Those few simple words seemed to drain all of my strength. I could not even say another word.
• He saw this marriage as a business agreement, a trade between the two of us. A divorce would be as simple as firing an employee.
• But for me, it was to forcibly remove the person that I had loved to the bones.
• He halted his steps, chuckling softly, "Ning Jing, don't use the same trick over and over. It's tiresome."
• Upon saying that, he left immediately. The sound of the closing door was deafening.
• This was the first time I saw him so angry, and it was for Song Meiqian.
• As for me, even when I bring up the matter of a divorce, he would see as a trick for me of threatening him.
• I got down from the bed and leaned next to the window, watching his car going farther and farther. My heart felt like it had been hollowed and the emptiness of the gaping hole was not negligible.
• The rims of my eyes felt sour and hot. The tears I had been holding back finally fell in torrents, tumbling down my face.
• I stood there in a daze just like that for a whole night. My despair grew stronger and stronger. The idea of divorce also took root deep in my heart.
• The next day when I got back home from work, I stood on the porch, unable to take a step inside.
• Song Meiqian and Bao had moved in. Mrs. He came with them, she had worked in the Chengs' old residence for more than ten years.
• Mrs. He came over and greeted me with a smile, "Young Madam, there is no housekeeper in your place, so the madam arranged for me to come and take care of the little master and the both of you."
• I didn’t know what to say. Both Cheng Jinghao and I did not like to have someone else in our house, so we did not hire a housekeeper before this.
• But it was natural for mother-in-law to be concerned that about Bao—so it was reasonable to send Mrs. He to help over here.
• "Okay, then we'll have to trouble you."
• I nodded and changed out of my high heels, going upstairs to my bedroom as if I was fleeing from the scene. I felt like the outsider in this situation.
• The divorce must not be delayed any longer. I simply could not live in the same house as Song Meiqian and that child.
• I took out my cell phone and gave a call to Cheng Jinghao, but his cell phone had been switched off.
• For a few days, he neither returned home nor contacted me.
• It was Saturday. Right after I got up, I began packing my luggage as I wanted to move into a hotel.
• Maybe it was me being too petty, but I really could not stand them.
• Every day that I returned to the home that was supposed to belong to me, it would always be bustling with laughter and cheery conversations.
• Each one of Song Meiqian's smiles felt like a blatant provocation. It was as if she was saying—"Look, I ruined your parents' marriage back then. Now, I could break yours again, but what can you do to me?"
• All of a sudden, I was glad Cheng Jinghao hadn’t been back for the past few days. Otherwise, looking at their family of three would be even more tormenting.
• When I squeezed the last piece of clothing into my suitcase, Song Meiqian pushed my door open and walked in with her head held high. She looked at my suitcase and said with a smile, "Oh! You're leaving?"
• I really wanted to tear her hypocritical smile to shreds. My voice was extremely cold, "Scram!"
• These past few days, she had been putting on a prudent look as if she wanted to get on my good side in front of Mrs. He.
• It was extremely disgusting.
• Her fair and delicate fingers fiddled with the hair in front of her chest. The curve on the corners of her lips became even more apparent. She then leaned towards me and said next to my ear, "Even if you are not, I have plenty of ways to make you to, loser."
• I took a step back and evaded her with loathing. "Song Meiqian, you've always been so fond of snatching something that doesn’t belong to you. I'm sick of this. You can have him if you want."
• I was tired and sick of it. I was willing to do anything to love Cheng Jinghao, but I could not tolerate my marriage turning into such a mess.
• Her expression turned rather ugly. Before she could speak, I lifted my suitcase and left.
• After I moved into a hotel, my tense nerves finally relaxed. I took out my cell phone and there was still no news from Cheng Jinghao.
• Ah... He threw his mistress and love child to me while he himself disappeared without a trace.
• I sent him a message on WeChat: "When you are free, we should settle our divorce."