Chapter 117
Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute
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Ning Qing was stunned. He then ordered the servants to clean up the guest room for him.
âIâm bored at home, so Iâll stay here for a few more days.â
Ning Qing had seen through his intentions. Although she was grateful, she did not want him to be so troubled.
Nian che, you donât have to do this.
sister-in-law, donât think too much. I just donât like her. Besides, my parents donât approve of them being together. There must be something wrong with this woman.
Nian che patted her shoulder and assured her, â
âDonât worry. Iâm here. I wonât let her bully you.â
Ning Qing opened her mouth but could not say anything.
After chatting for a while, Nian che used the excuse that he was tired and went back to his room to rest.
Ning Qing also returned to the master bedroom, but she saw that the bathroom light was on.
She was confused and surprised. It was only when the sound of water stopped and Nian lie came out that she believed it was really him.
This was the first time he had returned to the master bedroom since their discussion.
But ning Qing was not happy at all.
As she watched the tall figure in a bathrobe walk towards her step by step, ning Qing was so helpless that she didnât know where to place her hands and feet.
Nian lie stopped in front of her and stared at her.
The pressure from his height made ning Qing breathless.
She didnât think of anything, but blurted out, â
âWhat are you doing here instead of accompanying her?â
Her eyes were still clear and beautiful. Other than her rejection of him, she seemed no different from before.
Nian Xi was expressionless.
Nian che is right. Wanwanâs reputation is very important.
Ning Qingâs heart sank, and she nodded a few times.
He casually said, â
âThe earlier we get a divorce, the less trouble weâll have.â
After she finished speaking, she couldnât bear the pain of being with him.
It brushed past his shoulder.
He rushed to the bathroom.
Nian lie stood rooted to the ground. His eyes were dark, without a trace of light.
After ning Qing rushed into the bathroom, she slammed the door.
She took in deep breaths and could only hear her own rapid heartbeat.
It was so painful that her vision was blurry.
In the past, she had never thought that she would fall in love with anyone.
But today, when she saw him hurt her again and again for another woman, she realized how painful it was to love someone.
She did not want to admit that she had feelings for the man who was deeply tied to her sister.
However, the suffocating heartache made her have no choice but to admit it.
She had fallen in love with him.
After he fell in love with someone else.
It was really laughable.
Ning Qing pressed her hands on the sink, turned on the switch, and splashed cold water on her face to ease her heartache.
After a very long time.
Standing in front of the mirror, she began to take off her long dress.
He used the cold water that was poured down from the top to suppress his numbness.
By the time she had sorted out her emotions and came out, an hour had already passed.
The orange night light at the head of the bed was on, illuminating a corner of the dark room.
One side of the bed was closed, indicating that the man had not left.
Ning Qing couldnât help but walk over with light steps, lift the quilt, and get on the bed.
Nian Xiâs broad back was facing her.
She laughed bitterly, then hugged a corner of the blanket and shrank in.
He also turned around and closed his eyes, which were filled with thoughts.
Outside the window, the moonlight shone on the ground, and the stars were competing to set off the weak light. The wheels of the car that passed by from time to time rolled over the road, driving to an unknown place in the night.
On the big bed, the man who had been sleeping moved his eyelids, but his dark eyes showed no signs of sleepiness.
â......â
The night was quiet.
His heart trembled as he listened to her short and shallow breathing.
He knew that she was not sleeping.
However, he didnât dare to take that step out, for fear of seeing her look of disdain.
Even if they were lying on the same bed, he had no way of knowing what she was thinking on the other end.
The two of them had their backs to each other and could not sleep.
Sharing the Same Bed, Different Dreams.