147: C147 Chapter 147

C147 Chapter 147

3Zhixin had never seen Xi Shenyuan get so angry before.

If Dai Yunting was right in front of him now, Xi Shenyuan would definitely punch him without saying a word. He would have to beat him to the point where even his parents wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Naturally, he knew that Zhixin wanted money to treat her family. However, he never expected that Dai Yunting, as his husband, would be so unresponsible as to take care of his wife.

With a pale face, Zhixin refused to move.

"What is it? "You don't dare to fight?"

Xi Shenyuan sneered, "If you don't dare to fight, then get the hell out of here right now!"

Zhixin took a deep breath, bent her body, picked up the phone from the ground and handed it to Xi Shenyuan.

"As someone's mistress, I don't need to ask him first."

Zhixin's face was calm. She paused for a moment before saying, "Him and me … It's a divorce! "

"..."

These six words made Xi Shenyuan freeze up all of a sudden.

His clear eyes were staring unwaveringly at Zhixin, as if he wanted to see through her.

A dark glow flashed in the depths of his eyes, causing ripples on the surface. A few seconds later, a pool of tranquility was restored. "When did this happen?"

His tone was obviously feigning calmness.

"It's been a long time …"

Zhixin licked her lips and added, "It's been many years."

Xi Shenyuan didn't know what to think when he heard Zhixin's words.

Happy?

Was he supposed to be celebrating with champagne when he saw how miserable the two people who had betrayed him were?

But why couldn't he be happy?

He even felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe.

How bad was this woman's life?

For a long time, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Xi Shenyuan leaned on the counter, frowned, finished smoking and lit another cigarette.

Divorced?!

Heh! That was the only reason he could explain everything that had happened.

In the kitchen, the pan on top of the electric stove was boiling. The noodle soup was boiling in the pot, making a loud popping noise as the lid of the pot hit the edge.

"I'll go and help you take out the noodles first..."

Zhixin said as she passed him and was about to enter the kitchen.

However, he was held back by Xi Shenyuan.

"Shen Zhixin, I'll give you one more chance. Be a woman or a mistress!"

Women meant that they had to love and live a good life!

Love, woman, it meant that he had to work hard!

These words … How much like the time four years ago when he took her hand and said, 'Shen Zhixin, I'll give you one more chance'.

Zhixin turned her head and looked at him calmly with her watery eyes. With a slight smile, she replied, "Lo … wow."

These two words meant that she had never wanted to properly love him, much less … Be good!

Zhixin knew she was being selfish, so after saying that, she didn't dare to look at him again. She shook off his hand and headed into the kitchen.

Xi Shenyuan was smoking non-stop on the balcony. Even when Zhixin called him over to eat noodles, he pretended not to hear her and just stood there coldly without entering the house.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand and let out another long puff of smoke.

He knew better than anyone what Shen Zhixin's existence meant to him.

Was it good to put her in her heart, where no one could replace her? Not at all!

And now, in her life, she was completely at ease, and he? Would he be able to do what she did, to make her move as freely in his life as she did?

The pain of the past four years had caused him to lose his self-confidence.

He didn't care if he couldn't do it. Leaving her by his side, loving her but not being able to do it, this was undoubtedly the cruelest form of punishment he could give himself!

He did not want to continue the heart-wrenching pain.

"If you don't come to eat, the noodles will be soaked in the soup."

Zhixinrou's urgent voice came from the hall behind him.

He turned around and looked at Zhixin behind him. Then, he pressed his cigarette into the ashtray and walked into the hall.

On the table, the bowl of soup was still steaming. Suddenly, he felt as if his stomach had been filled to the brim with food.

"How much is it?"

he asked Zhixin.

Zhixin was stunned.

"How much do you need for relatives to treat illnesses?"

Xi Shenyuan repeated patiently.

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