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This kind of understanding warmth is hard to refuse, and he is someone who is genuinely likable at first glance, so it’s inevitable that I would talk to him a bit more.
I didn’t expect that he even knew Xiao Minxing, and he said, “Although I heard that Xiao Zong secretly got married, I didn’t expect that your wife would be you.”
This isn’t surprising at all. We didn’t hold a wedding or invite guests; at that time, Xiao Family’s parents even skipped the registration. However, I still can’t understand why Xiao Minxing insisted on getting the marriage certificate.
We came out of the civil affairs bureau as if we had deep-seated grudges against each other, and then I moved into Xiao Family, starting a life of isolation from the world.
Xiao Minxing’s behavior was not constrained by marriage at all; he played outside as he pleased and brought female companions whenever he wanted. Even when he took me out and introduced me to others, I was just a female companion. Apart from his parents’ family and a recent introduction at his company, no one really knew about my existence.
I had never thought about clarifying his motives before because I knew he deeply disliked me. Therefore, everything he withheld seemed perfectly reasonable. But now, looking back, everything feels strange.
Su Qian’s car had already stopped at Zhi Xing Entrance. I got out to say goodbye to him. He smiled and waved, saying little before driving away.
Strangely enough, I didn’t see him at Xiao Minxing’s company either. After asking the assistant, I learned that he had driven out in the morning and hadn’t returned yet.
“Do you know where he went?” I asked the assistant.
The assistant was very professional; without Xiao Minxing’s instructions, she wouldn’t reveal his whereabouts. So she shook her head directly: “Xiao Zong didn’t say; he only mentioned that if Madam comes back, let me take you home.”
Even this was planned out; no wonder he didn’t even make a phone call.
I waited for him at home all night. He didn’t come back and there was no news. I made two phone calls, but his mobile phone was off.
It wasn’t until ten o’clock the next morning that there was still no news from Xiao Minxing, but Mina called first and asked right away, “Was Xiao Minxing home last night?”
I was surprised and asked her, “How do you know he wasn’t home?”
Mina gritted her teeth and said, “It really is true.”
Hearing this made me anxious; I wished I could jump through the mobile phone: “What happened? Is something wrong? Do you know anything? I’ve been worried all night.”
She finally couldn’t hold back anymore and said rapidly: “What are you worried about? What could happen to him? Besides fooling around with women outside, when has he ever thought about you?”
Hearing the word “women,” I felt a bit dazed. For any woman, even if she experienced it a thousand times, learning something new would still be heart-wrenching, right?
Moreover, Mina would never have brought this up with me before. She knows just as well as I do that Xiao Minxing is a playboy, especially since our marriage; he has never lacked for women outside. Besides comforting me, Mina occasionally advises me to leave him, but this is the first time she has reported something like this.
Why does she feel differently this time? Why did she specifically call to ask? Is this woman different from the others?
The phone call from yesterday morning flashed back into my mind. Could it be that woman? What is her relationship with Xiao Minxing, and why is Mina so anxious about it?
I could no longer sit still at home. I got in the car and drove straight to Zhi Xing Company.
Xiao Minxing was already there, looking down at the documents on his desk. When he saw me enter, he merely lifted his eyelids, said nothing, and continued with his work.
I felt a lump in my throat, and my nose tinged with discomfort. Staring at him, I asked, “Where did you go last night? Why couldn’t I reach you by phone?”
He finally looked up, frowning at me with dark, inscrutable eyes. After a long pause, he asked, “Where do you think I went?”
“I don’t know.” The moment I met his gaze, I felt weak.
Xiao Minxing suddenly smiled and raised his voice, saying, “You guessed right. Now get out; I need to work.”
I felt as if my feet were nailed to the ground and couldn’t move. Looking at his smiling face inexplicably filled me with hatred. Wanting to verify what Mina had said, in a moment of desperation, the words slipped out.
“You went out with a woman yesterday, didn’t you? You didn’t come back all night and even turned off your phone...”
I couldn’t finish because Xiao Minxing had already stood up from his seat, looking deeply at me. His lips moved a couple of times but quickly closed again before he naturally sat back down.
He leaned back in his chair and looked at me for a few seconds before slowly saying, “Mrs. Xiao, don’t forget your identity; you have no right to control my freedom.”
“Since you acknowledge that I am Mrs. Xiao, then I have the right to manage you.” I must have been truly frantic because I didn’t think before saying that.
Not only was I stunned, but he was also momentarily taken aback. Something bright flickered in his eyes for an instant before it was quickly hidden behind his lowered eyelids. When he opened them again, they were back to the familiar indifference and calmness.
His tone grew colder: “Oh really? How do you plan to manage me? If I remember correctly, it seems you haven’t been putting in much effort in bed lately; are you planning to make up for it now?”
I laughed in anger; this kind of humiliation wasn’t new to me. I had been hurt before but never like this.
I looked at him without fear for the first time: “Xiao Minxing, I won’t make up for anything because I owe you nothing. You can see whoever you want; it’s none of my business. But I want a divorce; I've had enough.”
He burst out of his office, unable to even find his way, and ran straight onto the street.
Tears streamed down my face, soaking a small patch of my shirt.
Indeed, the beauty I thought existed was merely a figment of my imagination. In his heart, he never truly regarded me as a wife; I was only a target for his torment.
Perhaps those previous close encounters were merely a setup for today’s more devastating blow. Nothing is more soul-crushing than having just birthed hope, only to be pushed into the abyss.
How could I forget what kind of person he is? It was my own wishful thinking that made everything seem changed; the truth had never shifted.
Yet, despite the pain in my heart, curiosity about the other woman still bubbled up. I wanted to know what kind of woman could make the Demon gentle, what could turn a tyrant into someone accommodating.
I wiped my tears and tried several times to stop my sobbing before finally calling Mina.
As soon as she answered, it seemed she understood what had happened. She whispered, “Anan, take a car to the bottom of my office building. I need to see you to feel at ease.”
I deliberately pretended to be calm and said, “I’m fine. You can tell me; you must know who he met last night, right?”
Mina paused for a moment before speaking: “I heard it was his ex-girlfriend. She was going abroad, and he couldn’t persuade her to stay. He got so angry that he got drunk. I think that might be the encounter you saw.”
A thunderclap exploded in my mind.
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