Sun Shasha slammed her hand on the table. “Exactly, you have summarized it perfectly. This is what it means to be love-brained.”
“It is not that we have truly become love-brained. It is just that in front of your boyfriend, you act like a love-brain. It makes his male ego feel completely satisfied.”
Fang Xihe poked at her food, thinking about how to act like a love-brain. She had no idea at all. She had never been in a relationship.
She decided to eat while searching on her phone for the term love-brain. Many related results appeared.
What does a love-brain look like
Behaviors of a love-brain girl
The miserable fate of a love-brain
Wake-up messages for a love-brain
How a love-brain can save herself
Fang Xihe opened the page about behaviors of a love-brain girl and frowned.
Prioritizing romance over friendships.
No principles, no limits.
Not liking to spend the man’s money but willing to give everything to him.
No sense of security, no personal life, and not giving the partner private space.
Blindly worshiping, always mentioning the boyfriend.
Fang Xihe could not continue reading. She frowned and closed her phone.
Shang Chenzhou had not returned to the apartment for two days. He did not reply to her messages. Even if she tried to act love-brained, there was no chance.
Fang Xihe decided to call Zhan Feifei. They chatted idly for a while before she brought up the main point.
“Feifei, do you know where Shang Chenzhou’s company is?”
Zhan Feifei was surprised. “You live with him and still do not know where his company is?”
Fang Xihe felt embarrassed. Not only living together, but married as well. She gave a small laugh. “Too busy, forgot to ask.”
Zhan Feifei said, “I do not know either. I am not that close to Shang Chenzhou.”
Fang Xihe asked, “You know many people. Can you help me find out?”
Zhan Feifei was puzzled. “Why do not you just call him directly? Why make it so complicated?”
Fang Xihe could not answer.
Zhan Feifei asked, “Did you have a fight?”
Fang Xihe admitted it. “Yes, he is not talking to me now.”
Zhan Feifei stayed silent. She knew Fang Xihe wanted to marry into a wealthy family. Her relationship with Shang Chenzhou was just a game. But now it seemed Fang Xihe was serious. She had suddenly moved in and angered him and now wanted to make it right.
After a while, she said, “I will help you ask.”
“Thank you, Feifei.”
Zhan Feifei put away her phone and turned around. Wang Yuan was standing behind her, eyes full of amusement.
“Fang Xihe had a fight with Shang Chenzhou?”
Zhan Feifei nodded. “You tell me, how could she suddenly change like this?”
Wang Yuan rubbed her cup, eyes flashing. “Maybe she has not had enough fun. After all, Shang Chenzhou is so handsome.”
Zhan Feifei said, “That could be it.”
Fang Xihe obtained Shang Chenzhou’s company address. Early in the morning, she went to buy groceries and also bought a thermal lunch box. It cost over a hundred yuan, a significant expense for her. She was very poor now. The original owner of her body was a spendthrift, barely saving any money.
Back at the apartment, she began cooking. After eating to fill her stomach, she packed a portion for Shang Chenzhou. She was not really love-brained, giving food while hungry herself. She took a shower, made herself smell good, and put on beautiful makeup.
She took the subway to the area near Shang Chenzhou’s company. Walking a few hundred meters, she reached the office building.
Shang Chenzhou’s company was on the twentieth floor. Fang Xihe took the elevator up. It was Saturday, and the office building was empty and somewhat frightening.
She found Shang Chenzhou’s office, called Eggshell Technology, by looking at the signs on the door. The door was open. Fang Xihe entered and saw him sitting near the floor-to-ceiling window, back broad, typing at his computer. He was so focused he did not notice her.
Soon, he smelled a familiar fragrance. Fang Xihe’s usual perfume. A light orange blossom scent, fresh, sweet, and lively.
He stopped typing and turned his head. He saw a smiling face and froze. He looked at her silently without saying a word.
Fang Xihe pretended not to care and walked over, placing the thermal lunch box in front of him. “I cooked this early. You have not eaten yet. Eat it while it is hot.”
Shang Chenzhou glanced at the box but did not move. Fang Xihe opened it and arranged the food. The aroma filled the office.
Suddenly, she realized she had forgotten chopsticks. “What should I do? Do you have disposable chopsticks?”
“If not, I can go downstairs to borrow some. I saw restaurants nearby when I came over.”
Shang Chenzhou finally spoke. “There are some.” He got up, took a pair of disposable chopsticks from a table with miscellaneous items, and brought them over.
After eating for a while, Shang Chenzhou put down the chopsticks and looked at Fang Xihe, who was resting her chin on her hands, eyes shining at him.
“Tell me, what do you want to do?”
Fang Xihe kept a strong mind, smiling foolishly. “Nothing, just eat.”
“You look so handsome when you eat.”
Shang Chenzhou stared at her, seeming to try to see through her.
“Did you come here to give me your answer? I am ready to cooperate anytime.”
Fang Xihe reached out, holding Shang Chenzhou’s arm with her fair fingers, shaking it gently.
“Husband, I do not want a divorce. Do not say divorce again. It will make me sad.”
Coughing from surprise, Shang Chenzhou opened his eyes wide.
Fang Xihe continued boldly. “I am yours in life and yours in death. Since you married me, you must take responsibility. My whole heart is with you. I do not want a divorce.”
Her throat tightened. She took a sip of water. She felt disgusted at her own words. She could not believe she had said them. But she gave up her fear.
Shang Chenzhou looked at her with sharp eyes, probably weighing if her words were true. Fang Xihe stepped forward and sat on his lap.
Shang Chenzhou stiffened, his blood rushing to one place. Fang Xihe wrapped her arms around his neck and pouted. “Husband, let us go home. I am scared when you are not here.”
She closed her eyes, thinking that if this did not work, she had no other plan.
Shang Chenzhou’s large hand held her waist and lifted her up. Fang Xihe stood. He hurried past her to leave. She frowned. Could it really be impossible? This man was too hard to please. In her previous life, she was right not to choose a man. Too much trouble. Raising a dog is easier. Feed it, take it out occasionally. With a man, she had to pacify him constantly. She sat dejectedly on the chair, looking at the door. Shang Chenzhou had been gone for a while. Where did he go? Could he have run away?
Just then, he returned, eyes avoiding hers. His temple was damp. Had he washed his face?
She smiled and waved. “Come eat, it is cold.”
Shang Chenzhou sat down and focused on eating.
“Delicious?”
“Mm.”
“Then no more divorce, alright?”