Yan Zhengqi married an ordinary woman from an ordinary family background and was exiled for it. Everyone in the Yan family knew about it and was waiting to see his jokes. The original owner did not want her husband to be ridiculed by others, or was too strong to admit that she was inferior to the big ladies in business alliances, so she invested a hundred times her energy in running the company, but she ignored her family as a result, and her ability in work gradually surpassed Yan Zhengqi’s. Gossip from all over the company was constantly heard. In the next year, the subsidiary company broke out in an expansion crisis. Yan Zhengqi made a wrong decision. At the same time, the company’s secrets were leaked to the rival company by industrial espionage. The company was despondent. It was the original owner who took the initiative to stop the loss in time, caught the industrial espionage, and finally won the battle. Since then, the original owner has established a strong presence in the company, and people respect her every time her name is mentioned, while treating the general manager mediocrely. They called the original owner the Empress Dowager and listened to the government from behind the curtain. Yan Zhengqi was just her puppet.
Various reasons have converged, leading to the man with a sunny and cheerful personality while reading becoming increasingly depressed due to their lack of ambition. They break their jars and fall, indulging in extravagance outside to vent their dissatisfaction. The two of them have argued countless times, from Yan Zhengqi’s misconduct to her dominant style, as well as countless trivial matters of all sizes. Almost everything that can be smashed in the room has been smashed once, until they are exhausted.
In the third year, their marital status was already like a stagnant pool, lifeless and unremarkable. They rarely spoke again, while Wen Ying was busy with work, Yan Zhengqi reduced the number of times he went home. The passion at the beginning of marriage that was sweet and glue-like, like the gravel at the fingertips mercilessly passing by.
Even the argument seemed precious, and this was the first time they had said so much in recent months.
Wen Ying could feel that the original owner still loved Yan Zhengqi. Otherwise, based on her personality, she would have filed for divorce when she discovered her mistake, and would not have let the other party smooth out her pride inch by inch, but she didn’t say it. When she was hurt by him, she kept stabbing the other person with her sharp spines, and he also used infidelity as a means of revenge, continuing to hurt her. A vicious cycle, tormenting each other, and emotions slowly moving towards an irreparable abyss.
She wandered through the script of the play until she gradually had a plan in mind, and then lowered her head to send him a message.
“Let Lao Zhou drive the car, don’t touch the steering wheel.”
Of course, there was no response, and she no longer cared about him.
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Wen Ying examined their house in flat bottomed soft slippers, a desolate single family villa, as if taking away the remaining trace of popularity due to the long disappearance and recent departure of the male owner. On the sofa, there was the jacket he was about to wear when going out, as well as the cigarette box he accidentally forgot to take with him. On the coffee table, there was a lighter that he had left there before.
The kitchen room was thoroughly cleaned, and the stove was also clean. It was obvious that there had been no fire for several days.
She walked back to the living room and accidentally stepped on the glass residue, causing pain in her feet. She crouched down to pick up broken glass, but was stopped. Aunt Zhang, who is responsible for kitchen and hygiene work at home, has a round face with a hint of caution and a sigh.
She didn’t dare to get involved in their affairs until then and hurriedly said, “I’ll do it, madam. You go and rest for a while.”
Wen Ying nodded and leaned wearily on the sofa, without saying a word. After cleaning up, Aunt Zhang came to her and whispered, “Madam, why don’t you treat the wound……”
“I forgot,” she said weakly. “Can you help me get a band-aid.”
Aunt Zhang has prepared everything for her, including disinfectant, cotton swabs, and bandages on the coffee table in front of her. She looked at Wen Ying as if she had lost her soul, completely devoid of the aura she had just shown, and said somewhat unfairly, “Oh, sir, this is really too much. How can he be with other women? Even if he drinks, he should be drinking at home. What kind of energy should he drink outside with? When he drinks onto the same bed as others, he can’t blame you for being angry.”
“But I see he’s really not with that woman, otherwise he wouldn’t be in such a hurry to explain to you.” She couldn’t help but say a good word for the male host, trying to ease the relationship between the husband and wife.
“What’s the difference?”
Yan Zhengqi married an ordinary woman from an ordinary family background and was exiled for it. Everyone in the Yan family knew about it and was waiting to see his jokes. The original owner did not want her husband to be ridiculed by others, or was too strong to admit that she was inferior to the big ladies in business alliances, so she invested a hundred times her energy in running the company, but she ignored her family as a result, and her ability in work gradually surpassed Yan Zhengqi’s. Gossip from all over the company was constantly heard. In the next year, the subsidiary company broke out in an expansion crisis. Yan Zhengqi made a wrong decision. At the same time, the company’s secrets were leaked to the rival company by industrial espionage. The company was despondent. It was the original owner who took the initiative to stop the loss in time, caught the industrial espionage, and finally won the battle. Since then, the original owner has established a strong presence in the company, and people respect her every time her name is mentioned, while treating the general manager mediocrely. They called the original owner the Empress Dowager and listened to the government from behind the curtain. Yan Zhengqi was just her puppet.
Various reasons have converged, leading to the man with a sunny and cheerful personality while reading becoming increasingly depressed due to their lack of ambition. They break their jars and fall, indulging in extravagance outside to vent their dissatisfaction. The two of them have argued countless times, from Yan Zhengqi’s misconduct to her dominant style, as well as countless trivial matters of all sizes. Almost everything that can be smashed in the room has been smashed once, until they are exhausted.
In the third year, their marital status was already like a stagnant pool, lifeless and unremarkable. They rarely spoke again, while Wen Ying was busy with work, Yan Zhengqi reduced the number of times he went home. The passion at the beginning of marriage that was sweet and glue-like, like the gravel at the fingertips mercilessly passing by.
Even the argument seemed precious, and this was the first time they had said so much in recent months.
Wen Ying could feel that the original owner still loved Yan Zhengqi. Otherwise, based on her personality, she would have filed for divorce when she discovered her mistake, and would not have let the other party smooth out her pride inch by inch, but she didn’t say it. When she was hurt by him, she kept stabbing the other person with her sharp spines, and he also used infidelity as a means of revenge, continuing to hurt her. A vicious cycle, tormenting each other, and emotions slowly moving towards an irreparable abyss.
She wandered through the script of the play until she gradually had a plan in mind, and then lowered her head to send him a message.
“Let Lao Zhou drive the car, don’t touch the steering wheel.”
Of course, there was no response, and she no longer cared about him.
Original translation is from bobateatranslation dot com. If you’re reading this elsewhere, this chapter has been stolen. Please stop supporting theft.
Wen Ying examined their house in flat bottomed soft slippers, a desolate single family villa, as if taking away the remaining trace of popularity due to the long disappearance and recent departure of the male owner. On the sofa, there was the jacket he was about to wear when going out, as well as the cigarette box he accidentally forgot to take with him. On the coffee table, there was a lighter that he had left there before.
The kitchen room was thoroughly cleaned, and the stove was also clean. It was obvious that there had been no fire for several days.
She walked back to the living room and accidentally stepped on the glass residue, causing pain in her feet. She crouched down to pick up broken glass, but was stopped. Aunt Zhang, who is responsible for kitchen and hygiene work at home, has a round face with a hint of caution and a sigh.
She didn’t dare to get involved in their affairs until then and hurriedly said, “I’ll do it, madam. You go and rest for a while.”
Wen Ying nodded and leaned wearily on the sofa, without saying a word. After cleaning up, Aunt Zhang came to her and whispered, “Madam, why don’t you treat the wound……”
“I forgot,” she said weakly. “Can you help me get a band-aid.”
Aunt Zhang has prepared everything for her, including disinfectant, cotton swabs, and bandages on the coffee table in front of her. She looked at Wen Ying as if she had lost her soul, completely devoid of the aura she had just shown, and said somewhat unfairly, “Oh, sir, this is really too much. How can he be with other women? Even if he drinks, he should be drinking at home. What kind of energy should he drink outside with? When he drinks onto the same bed as others, he can’t blame you for being angry.”
“But I see he’s really not with that woman, otherwise he wouldn’t be in such a hurry to explain to you.” She couldn’t help but say a good word for the male host, trying to ease the relationship between the husband and wife.
“What’s the difference?”
