For some reason, Ning Shu inexplicably felt a surge of anticipation and speculation in her heart again.
This anticipation and speculation made her quite uncomfortable.
Because she knew very well that the answer she would hear was definitely not what she wanted.
But this anticipation that welled up in her heart time and again seemed uncontrollable, making her despise herself.
At that moment, Fu Yanshen said flatly, as if stating a fact, “I only have widowers, not divorcées.”
Fu Yanshen didn’t know why either—he didn’t want a divorce.
Nor had he ever considered divorce.
He couldn’t understand at all why Ning Shu was making such a huge fuss and constantly bringing up divorce.
He simply couldn’t comprehend it. He was only bringing Meng Xuan home to take care of her, and it was Ning Shu herself who would be taking care of her, not him. What was there for Ning Shu to worry about?
Why did she have to make such a scene?
Ning Shu laughed and said, “Fu Yanshen, I thought you were just unkind to me. I never expected… you wanted my life.”
Fu Yanshen furrowed his handsome, thick brows. “Back then, it was you who insisted on marrying me, even going so far as to drug me.”
Ning Shu also frowned. “I told you it wasn’t me who drugged you. I don’t know what happened either. Didn’t you believe me long ago? Why bring this up again now?”
Fu Yanshen seemed to finally calm down and said, “Yes, I believed you. But the facts haven’t changed, have they?”
Ning Shu understood—understood so well that she wanted to laugh.
The facts he referred to were: the fact that they had slept together, the fact that they were married, and the undeniable fact that he and Meng Xuan had missed their chance.
No matter the reasons… the bloody facts wouldn’t stop bleeding or heal their wounds just because of the reasons!
Ah, so that’s how it is.
Ning Shu didn’t continue on this topic. Instead, she said, “Then what do you plan to…”
Before she could finish, Fu Yanshen interrupted, “Can you stop making a scene? I’m begging you, okay?”
Ning Shu was stunned. Fu Yanshen had never said this word to her before—”beg.”
But for Meng Xuan, he could actually say this word to her.
Yet Ning Shu still didn’t understand. If he cared so much about Meng Xuan, why didn’t he just agree to the divorce?
Ning Shu didn’t dwell on this question. Instead, she took a deep breath and said, “Didn’t you hear what Xie Jinghong said?”
Xie Jinghong had said that once she made her decision, not even the heavens could stop her.
Xie Jinghong undoubtedly had the power to back that up.
They had grown up together as childhood friends, so Xie Jinghong didn’t stand on ceremony with them about status or hierarchy.
But in the capital, everyone else who saw Xie Jinghong had to respectfully address him as “Hong Ye”—that was the rule.
Fu Yanshen turned to look at her. “Using Xie Jinghong to pressure me? Wasn’t it you who asked him to come and back you up like this?”
Ning Shu fell silent for a moment. Right, Fu Yanshen thought she had deliberately invited Xie Jinghong and Tang Yue’ai to put on this show for her.
So he didn’t care at all about what Xie Jinghong said.
Ning Shu suddenly didn’t know what to say. He always “misunderstood” her as a matter of course.
But that was normal. Who would try to understand someone they didn’t care about at all, even if that person was their own wife? What did it matter?
Before Ning Shu could speak, Fu Yanshen added, “Alright, Xiao Shu, you’ve vented enough. We’ll be arriving soon. Pull yourself together. When we get to such an occasion, don’t lose your dignity, and don’t let outsiders laugh at us as a couple.”
Ning Shu smiled. From start to finish, he thought she was throwing a tantrum, venting her dissatisfaction—pretending to be sick, deliberately inviting friends to put on a show to back her up.
From beginning to end, the only thing he cared about was not delaying picking up Meng Xuan and not losing his dignity.
In his heart, she was merely a tool—a prop to play along with his performance. Her feelings and emotions were completely unimportant; they shouldn’t even exist.
Ning Shu suddenly said, “Stop the car.”
Fu Yanshen was taken aback and turned to look at her.
Ning Shu’s nose and eyes were red as she stared straight ahead, repeating firmly, “Stop the car.”
Fu Yanshen’s anger flared instantly. “What exactly do you want?! Even if we’re not picking up Meng Xuan, are you not going to pick up Fang Chen either? Do you know that what’s returning today might be his remains or his belongings! At a time like this, why must you, Miss Ning, insist on throwing a tantrum? Even if you want to argue or fight with me, can’t you wait until we’ve brought him back first?”
Fu Yanshen was truly furious, on the verge of exploding.
Ning Shu had been causing trouble for days, refusing to listen and even resorting to tricks.
He had tolerated and yielded again and again, yet she remained unchanged!
Moreover, he realized he had no way to deal with this version of Ning Shu.
The old Ning Shu had trimmed her own thorns, always yielding to him and treating him as her world.
So this new Ning Shu left Fu Yanshen deeply uncomfortable, unsure how to handle her.
On one hand, the thorny rose from the past seemed to have returned; on the other, her thorns pricked him all over, making him uneasy.
Facing Fu Yanshen’s anger, Ning Shu couldn’t help but shed tears but insisted, “Stop the car. I’ll ride with Yue’ai and the others.”
She would never refuse to pick up Fang Chen!
Hearing this, Fu Yanshen grew even angrier. But he glanced in the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel, and actually pulled the car over to the side.
Perhaps fueled by his rage, as Fu Yanshen slowly brought the car to a stop, he also rolled down the window.
Unexpectedly, he even locked the doors.
Ning Shu tried to open the door but couldn’t, turning to look at him.
Fu Yanshen unbuckled his seatbelt and suddenly reached out to touch her head, saying, “Stop making trouble.”
Ning Shu was stunned.
The next moment, Fu Yanshen did something unprecedented—he leaned in close to her, pressed a kiss to her lips, and then looked at her, saying, “Be good, okay?”
Ning Shu was even more bewildered, but in the next instant, she read another meaning in his eyes: Is this enough? Isn’t this what you wanted?
Ning Shu’s chest suddenly tightened with panic, her eyes turning crimson as she said word by word, “President Fu, I want to get out of the car!”
Unexpectedly, as soon as she spoke, Fu Yanshen directly sealed her lips, pried them open, and kissed her.
Ning Shu was shocked.
Fu Yanshen had never initiated a kiss with her before.
This kiss carried a domineering intensity, leaving her utterly at a loss.
Her body’s instinctive reaction made her feel a mix of conflicting emotions.
She had no idea how to respond, frozen in place.
Ironically… Fu Yanshen seemed quite engrossed in the kiss.
Ning Shu was completely confused. She didn’t even understand the meaning behind Fu Yanshen’s kiss.
Was he using this method to cover up and divert the conflict, to make her stop causing trouble and obey?
If so, could it be said that for Meng Xuan’s sake, Fu Yanshen was willing to do something he would normally disdain?
Or perhaps… after two years of marriage, he had developed some feelings for her after all?
He was simply accustomed to being aloof and wasn’t good at expressing himself, but this argument had left him at a loss, forcing him to resort to this method to keep her, to convey his feelings?
If Fu Yanshen truly had no feelings for her whatsoever, shouldn’t he have readily agreed to the divorce? It was impossible for him to still be entangled with her, let alone kiss her, wasn’t it?
Ning Shu was utterly confused, completely unable to figure out what was going on in Fu Yanshen’s mind. She could only passively endure this domineering, forceful kiss whose intent remained unclear.
Behind them, Xie Jinghong’s heavily modified black H2 Hummer caught up, slowing down as well.
Standing two meters tall and two meters wide, the vehicle slowly pulled up beside the black Maybach, resembling a colossal steel beast.
Tang Yue’ai rolled down the window.
Xie Jinghong also stepped on the brake, and the two of them simultaneously looked into the Maybach.
At a glance, they saw the two people inside the car.
Tang Yue’ai’s gaze froze, and she almost instinctively turned to look at Xie Jinghong.