The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

They painted an indescribable picture of a father and son meeting for the first time. There was a long silence as the two people stared at each other quietly.

Nalan Jing leaned against the door and looked at Nalan Chunbo, who slowly put his phone away.

“You let me down,” Nalan Jing spoke first.

Such an abrupt statement, but it was understandable considering the father-son pair.

Nalan Jing was disappointed because of Nalan Chunbo’s misconception of Ye Di.

Nalan Chunbo, however, laughed out loud at the statement. His laughter was filled with irony and contempt.

“You should say it to yourself,” Nalan Chunbo said, standing upright. “If you were not so easily influenced, things might not have turned out like this.”

Nalan Chunbo’s cold and monotonous voice resonated across the empty hallway.

Nalan Jing, who was leaning casually on the door, tensed.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too late for that?” Nalan Chunbo asked, putting his phone in his pocket. “I’m grateful for your presence, but beyond that, we are nothing but strangers.”

Nalan Jing stared as Nalan Chunbo slowly walked away, then punched the door in frustration.

Nalan Chunbo stood at the entrance of the hotel and looked at the downpour. God seemed to never take his side. When he lacked confidence due to his past, she was always by his side. Now, his past was no longer the shameful burden he thought it was, but she was gone.

He had pushed her away with his own hands.

There was a bus stop not far from the hotel’s entrance. The bus was less crowded since it was a rainy day.

On the bus, Wen Shan rested her head against the window and looked outside. Le Tian’s words fell on deaf ears as she stared outside blankly.

The bus stopped at the bus stop. The bus had only stopped for a while since some passengers exited, and no one embarked. Wen Shan zoned out until a familiar figure flashed in front of her eyes. She stood up abruptly and shouted, “Stop, stop!”

Wen Shan was already running out of the bus before Le Tian could figure out what had happened.

“Shanzi!” Le Tian shouted behind Wen Shan and followed her off the bus.

The bus wasn’t too far from the stop, so after Le Tian got off, she saw Wen Shan dashing toward the bus stop and looking at one particular side.

Le Tian hurriedly opened her umbrella, stood beside Wen Shan and followed the trajectory of her gaze.

It was Nalan Chunbo who had walked towards his car and got inside.

Le Tian looked at Wen Shan who stood as still as a statue. “Isn’t that the handsome man who went to my house for the ship model? Is he your unrequited love?”

Wen Shan was still staring in that direction even though Nalan Chunbo had long gone. She managed a bitter laugh at Le Tian’s question. “Yes, that’s him.”

Wen Shan turned around and went in the opposite direction of Nalan Chunbo, walking in the rain.

They should have ended long ago. She was the one who should have put a stop on the relentless pursuit, and he was probably hoping she would quit right away.

She told herself to stop liking this man already, but why did she still lose her mind whenever she saw him?

Nalan Chunbo was her poison. She had been poisoned too deeply, to the point that she was incurable.