NOVPUBChapter 461: 461, If you want a divorce, why take wedding photos?
Chapter 461: 461, If you want a divorce, why take wedding photos?
Many years ago, Shi Yuhuan had said that to Shi Annuo, and it remained the same today.
Shi Annuo grinned, very happy, “Thank you, brother, tomorrow Qianqian and I are going to try on wedding dresses and take wedding photos. You two haven’t taken any yet, would you like to go with us?”
Every girl has a dream, to wear a pure white wedding dress, stand in front of her beloved, and say with a smile, regardless of wealth or poverty, I want to walk with you forever.
Song Qinghuan had one too.
When she was little, before her parents divorced, her dad once led her by the hand, passing by a photography studio’s display window.
She remembered stroking the window glass and saying to her dad, “Daddy, this dress is beautiful, I want to wear one just as lovely when I grow up.”
Now, hearing Shi Annuo talk about trying on wedding dresses and taking wedding photos, she blurted out excitedly, “…”
‘Okay!’ Just a word as a response was abruptly and coldly interrupted by: “No need!”
Song Qinghuan’s glee and excitement, barely heated up, was doused by a bucket of cold water.
Her face turned gloomy, then she forced a smile, “Right, you guys go ahead, we don’t need to.”
Yes, why take wedding photos when getting a divorce? How overly sentimental!
Seemingly standing there a bit too long, the cold wind stinging her nose, she didn’t dare to look at Shi Yuhuan. She just laughed and said to Shi Annuo, “Annuo, I’ll go in first, you guys chat.”
Having spoken, she turned and headed inside the house without looking at their expressions.
Women are all auditory creatures. Unless a man makes himself clear, she will never understand his true thoughts.
Even if she does understand, she might pretend not to, because they’re afraid of misreading.
She always felt that unless some words are spoken out loud, any expression seems pale and powerless.
Shi Annuo didn’t follow her in. After saying all that needed to be said to Shi Yuhuan outside, he simply drove away.
When Shi Yuhuan entered the house, Song Qinghuan was watching TV on the sofa.
He didn’t want to disturb her, so he sat down next to her. Song Qinghuan moved over a little, then covered her nose and sneezed.
Shi Yuhuan looked at her, pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, “You’re prone to illness now, you can’t be out there in the wind.”
Song Qinghuan didn’t take his tissue, pulled out her own, crumpled it up after blowing her nose, and said softly, “Thanks, I’ll take care, I won’t cause you any more trouble.”
She stood up, evidently intending to leave.
But Shi Yuhuan grabbed her hand, then pulled her back and sat her next to him, asking by her ear, “Are you mad, hmm?”
Song Qinghuan forced a smile: “No, why would I be?”
Her weak pretense was easily seen through by Shi Yuhuan. He wrapped an arm around her waist and teased, “Your pouting lips could hang an oil bottle.”
She couldn’t escape with his arm around her waist, so she squirmed in his hold, “I’m tired, I need to rest.”
Shi Yuhuan pulled her down onto the sofa, then put his leg over hers, imprisoning her tightly beside him in a domineering manner, “Rest here!”
Song Qinghuan felt a headache coming on. It’s not that she didn’t want to struggle, but she genuinely didn’t have the energy. She had no choice but to lie there quietly with him.
