Chapter 7
Chapter 7
He was waiting for my approval, but my expression changed.
The memory of Lin Ling mocking my crow’s feet outside the restaurant last time was still vivid in my mind.
I demanded, “Was it Lin Ling who recommended you buy this?”
“She was the only woman with us, so I asked for her opinion,” Sheng Jing said, still not realizing what the problem was. “This is very expensive.”
I clenched the box in my hand, its sharp edges cutting straight into my heart.
“Last time, she said I was old and that my face was full of wrinkles. Now she tells you to buy me this. Is she making fun of me?”
“Sheng Jing, do you think I’m old and ugly too?”
Sheng Jing took a deep breath. “I was trying to do something nice for you. Stop being unreasonable.”
“I’m going to take a shower.”
He took an especially long shower.
Avoidance had always been his go-to tactic.
His phone rang.
It was a sales call. After I hung up, a WeChat message popped up.
Lin Ling: “So? The gift I recommended-I’m sure your wife loved it, right? No woman can resist such expensive skincare products.”
I scrolled further up.
They chatted almost every day.
Sheng Jing had even sent Lin Ling a video of me roaring like a shrew while tutoring Jiu Jiu with her homework.
“This is why I’d rather work overtime at the office than go home.”
Lin Ling replied with a “poor you, hug” sticker.
“Manager Sheng, you have it so hard. Work is already exhausting, and then you have to deal with all that at home.”
On the day Sheng Jing said he had to meet with a client and couldn’t come home in time for me to go to the movies, Lin Ling had sent him a WeChat message a little after five.
“Manager Sheng, are we working overtime again today? I already made plans with my girls to watch The Wandering Earth II together. Boohoo…”
Five minutes later, Sheng Jing replied:
“As long as you finish your own work, you can leave on time. Keep the ticket stub. I’ll reimburse you for it as compensation for all the overtime you’ve put in lately.”
Lin Ling sent back a flying-kiss sticker.
“Yay yay yay! Long live Brother Sheng!”
There were so many messages I couldn’t even finish scrolling through them.
My heart felt as if it had been filled with lead, and my eyes felt like they had been stuffed with countless shards of glass.
The pain was unbearable.
Just then, the bathroom door opened. Sheng Jing came out drying his hair, droplets of water falling onto the floor.
Everything was damp.
He frowned, his voice edged with anger. “You went through my phone? Is that how little you trust me?”
“I spent all that effort picking out a gift for you. I worked late nights just so I could come back early, smiling and sucking up to the client the whole time.”
“You stay at home all day with nothing to do, yet you can’t even take care of one child properly. She’s always getting sick and ending up in the hospital. And when I come back, you don’t even say one warm word to me. You just pull a long face.”
He demanded, “Ouyang Se, what exactly do you want from me?”
I stood beneath the ceiling light in the hallway.
The light washed my face in a sallow, exhausted yellow.
I took a deep breath, lifted my eyes to meet his, and said calmly, “Sheng Jing, let’s get a divorce.”