Since eting Ye Hao, Yuan Yung had considerably lowered her guard towards him. Initially, she only saw him as an online friend she could casually chat with in the virtual world, but now their conversations had advanced into the grey areas between the virtual and real world, allowing them to discuss real-life matters.
It was another afternoon and Yuan Yung was reading a professional book. Lately, she planned to slowly pick up on things she had neglected over the past two years.
She had thought she was no longer interested or fascinated by such things, but once she started reading, she couldn’t stop, engrossed for four hours without realizing her hands and feet had gone numb.
Sister-in-law Zhang’s voice didn’t pull her out of her reading, but a ssage alert from Ye Hao succeeded—
Ye Hao: "How have you been lately?"
Yuan Yung: "Mm, alright, comfortable and pleasant."
Ye Hao: "Last ti I saw you didn’t look well, rember to take good care of yourself."
Yuan Yung: "Mm, I will, thank you!"
Ye Hao: "I hope it’s not too forward, but I’m curious why you and your husband don’t get along?"
Yuan Yung: "...We have a transactional marriage. It’s not really about not getting along; it’s just lack of affection."
Ye Hao: "Isn’t such a marriage tiring?"
Yuan Yung: "It’s okay, without emotions it’s not tiring. He lives his life, I live mine. Now, he is like my brother."
Ye Hao: "Brother?"
Yuan Yung: "Recently, we finalized that role. I see him as my brother now."
Ye Hao: "As long as you’re happy."
Yuan Yung: "Why suddenly so concerned about my marital status?"
Ye Hao: "Haha, just curious."
Yuan Yung: "I like friendships similar to how gentlen interact; I always felt ours was like that."
Ye Hao: "Don’t overthink it; truth is, your looks don’t appeal to . Plenty of beautiful won are chasing after ."
Yuan Yung: "I believe that; your looks are indeed remarkable, refined and elegant."
Ye Hao: "Your husband, is he handso?"
...
Seeing this question, Yuan Yung felt a little dazed. Actually, she hadn’t really paid close attention to Huo Junting’s appearance. He was naturally handso but carried a sense of aggression, maybe due to his long tenure in the business world. His every word and action seed anything but simple. Cunning n are terrifying, hard to decipher what they’re thinking, and seem impossible to understand.
Yuan Yung: "Handso, but not my type."
Ye Hao: "Oh."
Yuan Yung: "Why the sigh?"
Ye Hao: "Nothing. What kind of appearance do you like then?"
At this mont, an image naturally surfaced in Yuan Yung’s mind—a cold, handso face with a seductive bit of cinnabar mark, graceful and charming yet endlessly enchanting, as if it had stepped out from a painting.
Yuan Yung: "Doesn’t exist anymore."
Will never exist again.
Ye Hao: "Hm?"
Yuan Yung: "He died."
Ye Hao: "...Sorry."
Yuan Yung: "It’s okay, ignorance is no fault."
Ye Hao: "Signing off."
Yuan Yung: "Alright."
...
Before long, Ye Hao suddenly sent another ssage: "Since that’s the case, why don’t you go out for a walk?"
Yuan Yung: "Where to?"
Ye Hao: "Anywhere is fine, just to clear your mind. Think about the path forward before coming back. If you feel this marriage isn’t what you truly want, you could consider divorce. I think... your husband will respect your decision."
Yuan Yung: "Will he? In my impression... he’s always very domineering. Even if truly agreeing to a divorce, he’d propose conditions. Ha, anyway, he wouldn’t lose out."
Ye Hao: "There’s nothing more unfortunate than marrying a woman whose heart is set on another man."
Yuan Yung: "..."
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