Ziyan picked herself up from the ground and wrapped herself in the coat.
Given her current state, going back upstairs was definitely not an option, and returning to school was even less possible.
But where could she go? It seed like there was no place that would have her.
She walked to a corner of the garage, hid behind a stone pillar, and curled up on the ground, leaning against the cold stone pillar.
Listening to the coming and going of cars in the garage, which left and then returned, yet none noticed her.
After so ti when it got late and she had regained so strength, with the pain on her body sowhat subsided, Ziyan got up.
At this hour, most people had finished work.
The room where they had been filming was only lit by a dim light.
Seeing no one inside, Ziyan went in, changed into her own clothes, tidied her hair in front of the mirror, then picked up her bag and found her manager.
"Sister Zhang..."
Sister Zhang turned her head and gave her a disdainful look: "What was wrong with you this afternoon?! You’re about to debut and you still can’t get your personal affairs in order!"
"I’m sorry, Sister Zhang. I’ll make up that part tomorrow."
"Don’t think you’re so amazing just because you have so talent; I won’t allow such things to happen again!" If she wasn’t talented, who would bother accommodating her?
Ziyan hurriedly apologized, only then receiving forgiveness.
Stepping outside, the sky had already turned pitch black.
The night was chilly, and Ziyan, gazing at the brightly lit city, didn’t know where she could find her warm haven...
Just as she walked out of the main entrance, at the parking lot on the other side, a black sedan drove in.
The woman was no longer there.
Where did she go? It was so late and she hadn’t returned.
Not knowing anything about her, he could only try his luck at her school.
But upon arriving, he was inford she hadn’t returned.
Rolling down the window, he didn’t know where to start looking for her.
Sowhat annoyed, he lit a cigarette. When had he ever been this troubled over a woman, other than Su Nian?
Halfway through the cigarette, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror.
The girl was wearing a white loose casual shirt with jeans tucked into the waist, making her legs look long and slender, though sowhat alarmingly thin.
She walked with her head down, seemingly lost in thought and her steps vaguely aimless, as if at any mont she could collapse.
As she brushed past his car, she did not notice his presence, simply moving straight ahead.
Tang Shaosheng honked his horn vigorously, which startled her. She turned her head towards his direction.
Tang Shaosheng pushed the car door open; seeing it was him, she averted her eyes imdiately, annoyed as if looking at a fly, and continued walking towards the dormitory.
Tang Shaosheng stepped forward and without a word, grabbed her: "Where do you plan to go, roaming around in the middle of the night instead of going ho?"
She seed to fear his touch, shaking off his hand vigorously and avoiding his gaze while feigning composure: "I live in the dorm."
"Do you think the house isn’t big enough to accommodate you?"
"Say what you want." He never had any pleasant words to say anyway.
Tang Shaosheng knew she was angry, but he had never said an apology before; even now, full of regret, he couldn’t utter "I’m sorry."
He just couldn’t stand to see her walk away; he’d pull her back, giving no reason, just using his physical advantage to force her into the car.
"Seat belt." He reminded her, but he didn’t wait for her to buckle up before driving off.
Ziyan sat there feeling dejected, fastening her seatbelt while saying, "Can’t we just not interfere with each other? I don’t care how many won you have; don’t intervene in my work."
"Heh, are you indirectly educating not to find other won?"
"Just like before we got married, let’s live our separate lives."
He let out another cold laugh: "So, I’m just to leave my spouse’s column for you to dominate? You wish."
Ziyan’s throat tightened, and in the end, she said, "Then let’s get a divorce, since anyway..."
"If you don’t want to die in this car, then shut the hell up! Divorce? Do you think the Tang Family’s door is like a teahouse, that you can co and go as you please?"
Ziyan turned her head and looked out the window, not speaking any further.
She really couldn’t understand his thoughts.
If he wanted to maintain this marriage, why didn’t he treat it seriously? He didn’t even show her basic respect.
Tang Shaosheng also didn’t understand why he got so angry when she so easily ntioned "divorce."
If he really wanted a divorce, it would only take one word from him, but he found a strained excuse, hoping she would never say such things again.
Despite not loving her, why did he want to keep her? He didn’t understand and didn’t delve deeper.
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