The clattering sounds were terrifying, making one’s heart race.
Especially the sharp shattering of wine bottles, which sent shivers down the spine.
Wine spilled all over the floor, like Ning Shu’s uncontrollable tears.
The strong scent of alcohol permeated the air, much like Ning Shu’s intense, unreserved love that she had poured out with all her might.
Seeing the two of them in such a state, Mama Wang was so anxious she didn’t know what to do. She turned to Fu Yanshen, who sat calmly on the sofa, watching Ning Shu smash things without a flicker of emotion, and said, “Young Master… this… Please make the young mistress stop! She put so much effort into collecting these wines, and they’re very expensive. What a waste to smash them!”
Mama Wang was truly heartbroken.
But Fu Yanshen remained expressionless, his tone steady and unruffled. “Leave her be. Let her smash them. You may go.”
Mama Wang was helpless, knowing she couldn’t persuade him, so she could only say, “Then… please don’t scold the young mistress anymore.”
With that, she retreated, filled with worry.
Sitting in this space filled with shattered bottles and the heavy scent of alcohol, perhaps all the things Ning Shu had meticulously arranged were, to her, the fruits of her labor and love, but to him… they were nothing but constraints.
After a while, Ning Shu grew tired from smashing things, and an uncomfortable sensation welled up in her lower abdomen.
She had no choice but to stop.
Ning Shu looked at the wine bottles placed too high for her to reach, still feeling somewhat unwilling, as if she hadn’t smashed them all.
Just then, Fu Yanshen suddenly stood up and walked toward her.
He didn’t say a word, his eyes fixed intently on Ning Shu.
But his face was dark, his gaze serious and heavy, clearly showing he was very angry.
Ning Shu stared back at him, not backing down.
She couldn’t help but wonder—had she finally pushed him over the edge?
Was it possible he would actually lay a hand on her?
In the past, she and Fu Yanshen had never argued because she had always given in, tried to please him, and obeyed him without question, so there was never any reason to fight.
But now…
She had exploded.
And it involved Meng Xuan.
So…
If he really did hit her…
Just as Ning Shu was thinking this, Fu Yanshen actually moved.
But he didn’t resort to violence. Instead, he reached out and grabbed Ning Shu’s wrist.
Ning Shu’s entire body was tense, and the moment he grabbed her, she shuddered and instinctively took a step back.
Her reaction made Fu Yanshen frown.
“What did you think I was going to do?” Fu Yanshen held her wrist and said, “Hit you? So that’s how you see me.”
His voice was low and heavy.
As he spoke, he reached for the hammer in her hand.
For some reason, Ning Shu instinctively tightened her grip on the handle.
Fu Yanshen pried her fingers open, not using much force, gently and slowly.
He even said, “Alright, stop making a scene. Put this down first. What if you hurt yourself?”
Ning Shu was momentarily dazed, and before she knew it, he had taken the hammer from her hand and casually set it aside.
Ning Shu was confused, looking at him with uncertainty, not understanding what he was trying to do.
To her surprise, he gently opened her slightly clenched hand and rubbed his thumb over her palm, which had been reddened by the handle.
Ning Shu was even more bewildered, unsure of the meaning behind his actions.
At that moment, Ning Shu felt both guarded and wary, yet she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope.
Because of that flicker of hope, she didn’t know whether to hate herself or what.
Why was she so weak?
Whenever he showed her even the slightest kindness, she…
Perhaps because she had truly loved for so many years, letting go was no easy matter.
Ning Shu’s tears fell as she stared at Fu Yanshen with reddened eyes.
At this moment, she looked somewhat disheveled, with droplets of wine splashed on her face and hair.
Yet this disheveled, fragile appearance was visually striking and alluring.
Ning Shu’s hair was thick and long, cascading straight down to her slender waist. Her beautiful face, now shattered and tear-streaked, carried a powerful impact.
And this long hair of hers—perhaps because Fu Yanshen liked it…
Meng Xuan also had long, straight hair like this.
Ning Shu’s thoughts were still hazy, only aware of the slight caress of the man’s thumb against her palm.
A moment later, Fu Yanshen suddenly raised his other hand.
He gently brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen across her face, strands still damp with wine, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Ning Shu was stunned.
Before she could gather her thoughts, he reached out again, wiping away the tears and the traces of wine from her face.
Ning Shu’s throat ached with a painful lump. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
But it seemed she had no idea what to say.
Because Fu Yanshen had just answered “yes” with his own words, leaving her speechless now.
Yet here he was, acting like this.
Before Ning Shu could speak, Fu Yanshen withdrew his hand and spoke first.
He said, “You’ve made enough of a scene. You’ve vented your temper. Go wash up and rest. If your stomach is upset, take some medicine. You need to wake up early tomorrow.”
If his earlier words had stirred an uncontrollable flutter in Ning Shu’s heart, the mention of “waking up early tomorrow” extinguished that foolish flutter.
Ning Shu sneered, “So, after all this, you’re still worried about delaying picking up Meng Xuan.”
Fu Yanshen remained silent.
That was his tacit agreement.
Or perhaps he simply couldn’t be bothered to argue with Ning Shu over this issue any longer.
As he had said, she had made enough of a scene, vented her temper… so there was nothing left to argue about.
Ning Shu looked at him, suppressing the ache in her heart, and after a moment, spoke softly, “Fu Yanshen, let’s get a divorce. Seriously.”
Fu Yanshen’s eyes darkened. “Still not done? What will it take for you to be satisfied? Do you think threatening me with divorce will make me change my mind?”
Ning Shu replied, “You don’t need to change. Do whatever you want. Soon, it won’t have anything to do with me.”
With that, Ning Shu turned and walked away.
She had brought up divorce, and he actually thought she was just playing games to stop him from bringing Meng Xuan home to take care of her.
Suddenly, Ning Shu stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him.
Fu Yanshen was also watching her, as if he had been staring at her since she turned to leave.
There was confusion in his eyes, but when he saw Ning Shu turn back, there was a hint of “I knew it” in his expression.
Dressed in a custom-made luxury shirt and trousers, with a well-fitted vest accentuating his tall, straight figure, he stood there, exuding an undeniable aura of tension.
Then he took a cigarette case and lighter from his pocket, lit one, and tilted his head slightly as he looked at Ning Shu. “Ning Shu, I’ve given you a way out. Don’t make things awkward for both of us. We’re adults. Let’s keep it dignified.”
Ning Shu took a step back, smiled, her eyes glistening with tears. “Your way out is too precious. I can’t afford it, nor do I want it. All I want to say is, since I’m blocking the path of your white moonlight, I’ll step aside. I wish the two of you… eternal happiness.”
Ning Shu turned and walked away again, inexplicably straightening her spine and unconsciously placing a hand over her abdomen.
Baby, I’m really sorry.
It seems… I’ve already tried my best.