NOVPUBChapter 485: She made his bones go soft.
Chapter 485: She made his bones go soft.
Once she asked, she regretted it. Even asking why, when they were already due for a divorce!
But today, she felt maybe it wasn’t necessary. She could feel that he was treating her somewhat differently.
At least, he did not dislike her.
If he didn’t dislike her, he didn’t have anyone else to marry, and he even said that if she wished, she could remain Yihan’s wife forever. Then why would he choose to discuss divorce with her at this time?
Yihan lowered his eyes, hiding his real emotions, he said seriously, “I’m sorry, I can’t give you a reason.”
As soon as he finished, the room suddenly fell silent, so quiet that each breath was countable.
Yihan did not make a sound, and neither did Song Qinghuan. They both sat quietly, their chopsticks laid down.
After a while, Song Qinghuan lifted her eyes to look at Yihan and spoke softly, “You once said… if I was willing, I could be your wife forever, didn’t you?”
Yihan also raised his eyes, looked at her, complex eyes, “Yes!”
Song Qinghuan bit her lip, “So if I say, I don’t want to divorce…”
Yihan’s eyes narrowed, seemingly in turmoil as he leaned on the back of the chair.
He stared at Song Qinghuan for a few seconds then suddenly laughed, “Song Qinghuan, why didn’t you say that earlier? Now it’s too late. It won’t work.”
What does he mean by it’s too late? Who said it won’t work?
Was he taking back his words, the ones where he said that if she wishes, she could always be his wife?
Yihan, aren’t you a man of your word? How could you break your promise?
“Fine, I understand… we will sign the divorce agreement when we get home. I will leave the same way I came in, I don’t want anything that’s yours.” Song Qinghuan, being hurt, suddenly spoke determinedly.
Something clenched hard at her heart, terribly painful.
Yihan raised his hand, massaging his temples, then looked at Song Qinghuan, “Give me a little time, I’ll bring you back to my side as soon as possible.”
His deep, dark eyes were exceptionally bright under the light, so bright that Song Qinghuan dared not confront them.
It was a promise, his promise to her, a solid promise!
But Song Qinghuan was scared. She didn’t understand what game Yihan was playing, so she shook her head, “I’m sorry, I don’t…”
Before she could finish, Yihan hooked her neck, pulling her into his arms, then fiercely kissed her mouth.
Not knowing where she found the strength, Song Qinghuan shoved him away, “Yihan, you can’t do this. One moment you talk about divorce, and the next you kiss me.”
Yihan took deep breaths, silently staring at her. Her long, curled eyelashes were flickering, as if holding back something.
Song Qinghuan sat back in her own seat, lowered her head and stuffed mouthfuls of greens into her mouth. Her eyes were fixated on her nose. Her eyes started to sting as she stared.
Yihan looked at her, his eyes dark, unfathomable, “Song Qinghuan.”
Song Qinghuan ignored him. She just continued eating. Her eyes reddened even more, “…”
Yihan drew a deep breath, his bones seeming to soften, he said, “Forget it, we won’t get a divorce…”
Song Qinghuan remained silent, “…”
