Lin Zhuyin struggled more intensely the moment she saw Gao Ruolan. She looked at Shen Liubai anxiously, her face as pale as paper, "Put me down, quickly."
Shen Liubai reluctantly placed Lin Zhuyin on the ground, but his hand never let go.
Lin Zhuyin struggled a few times without success, breaking out in a sweat from anxiety.
Was Shen Liubai crazy?
Gao Ruolan was right in front of him, and he was still holding her like this. Wasn't he afraid of misunderstandings?
Fang Tianyi, seeing this scene, interjected with his own agenda, defending Gao Ruolan, "Shen Liubai, hurry up and let go of your hand."
Shen Liubai didn't even spare Fang Tianyi a glance. He merely looked at Gao Ruolan faintly. Gao Ruolan immediately understood his intentions and smiled as she said to Lin Zhuyin, "Boss Lin, I think you've had too much to drink. Let Liubai escort you home first."
Lin Zhuyin looked at Gao Ruolan in disbelief, feeling as though the one who was drunk wasn't her, but Gao Ruolan.
How could a normal woman allow her boyfriend to escort another woman home?
Even if Gao Ruolan didn't know about the relationship between her and Shen Liubai, she couldn't possibly be this generous, could she?
The most crucial point was that when Gao Ruolan had first arrived, Shen Liubai had been holding her. Now he had put her down, but his hand was still holding hers. Did she not suspect anything at all?
And Shen Liubai, wasn't Gao Ruolan his current girlfriend? What was he doing holding his ex-wife's arm in front of his current girlfriend?
Lin Zhuyin's mind was in a complete mess. Before she could even figure things out, Shen Liubai had already pulled her out of the hotel.
Shen Liubai had also had some alcohol and couldn't drive. He called for a designated driver and then shoved Lin Zhuyin into the back seat.
Lin Zhuyin had struggled a little at first, but once the car started, she felt a bit dizzy and leaned back on the seat, too nauseous to move.
Shen Liubai saw her frowning, looking extremely uncomfortable, and felt both heartache and anger.
Serves her right.
By the time they arrived home, Lin Zhuyin was too unwell to even speak.
Shen Liubai, with a cold expression, carried her into the bedroom. He then went to the kitchen to boil some water. Thinking she hadn't eaten much today, he opened the refrigerator and saw that it was completely empty.
How did this person manage herself!
She thought she would be doing well after leaving him, but this was it?
He called his assistant to buy vegetables and fruits. While Lin Zhuyin was asleep, he made some congee to settle her stomach.
Lin Zhuyin had a long, long dream. In her dream, her father was still alive, her mother was also well, and she and Shen Liubai had a love marriage.
On their wedding day, she walked down the aisle arm in arm with her father towards Shen Liubai, and they exchanged vows of lifelong commitment in front of the pastor.
After marriage, they had a lovely daughter. The daughter resembled Shen Liubai, with big eyes and a high nose bridge, incredibly cute.
Shen Liubai was a doting father, utterly spoiling their child, and of course, loving her even more.
Just as she was lost in this happiness, she suddenly realized that it had all disappeared. No parents, no child, and she had lost Shen Liubai.
"No... woo woo..."
She cried out in her dream, watching Shen Liubai's indifferent back as he left. She sobbed heart-wrenchingly, "Xiaobai, don't go... don't... leave me..."
Hearing Lin Zhuyin's voice, Shen Liubai immediately entered the bedroom.
Seeing that Lin Zhuyin wasn't awake, but merely having a nightmare, he gently wiped away the tears from her eyes.
"Xiaobai..."
Hearing him call her name suddenly, Shen Liubai's body stiffened slightly.
Didn't she say she never loved him? That she approached him and married him only to get revenge on his father? Why would she call his name in her sleep?
"I... I'm scared... don't leave me..."
Shen Liubai sneered and took out his phone, opening a video. He then leaned close to Lin Zhuyin and whispered, "Who are you asking not to leave you?"
Lin Zhuyin vaguely heard someone speaking to her. She sniffled and replied, "Xiaobai."
"Who is Xiaobai?"
"Xiaobai is Xiaobai... my Xiaobai... I lost him... woo woo..."
"Then do you love your Xiaobai?"
Lin Zhuyin nodded softly, "Yes, I love him the most."
"Then why did you divorce him?"
Upon mentioning divorce, Lin Zhuyin started crying again, "We have to divorce... but... it hurts so much..."
While Lin Zhuyin cried sadly, Shen Liubai's mood, which had been gloomy for two months, brightened considerably.
Although Lin Zhuyin had said many hurtful things when they divorced, he still felt that she couldn't have had absolutely no feelings for him.
The reason he agreed to the divorce was that, at that time, there was no other path for them but to divorce.
Today, Gao Ruolan had asked him if he wanted to know if Lin Zhuyin had ever loved him. Of course, he wanted to know, but now, he had the answer.
He saved the video and stopped paying attention to Lin Zhuyin.
This time, he was determined to make Lin Zhuyin come to him and ask for reconciliation.
Otherwise, based on his understanding of her, with such a heavy burden on her heart, any step he took forward would only make her retreat two steps.
As he left, Shen Liubai leaned down and planted a kiss on Lin Zhuyin's lips, "Yinyin, you absolutely must not disappoint me."
When Lin Zhuyin woke up again, the hangover was characterized by a headache and general discomfort.
She struggled to sit up and suddenly smelled the aroma of food.
How could there be the smell of cooking in her house?
A jolt ran through her, and she suddenly sobered up.
Seeing that the sky outside had already darkened, she quickly checked her phone. It was already 8:30 PM.
Right, she had attended Gao Ruolan's party in the afternoon, then got drunk and was seemingly sent back by Shen Liubai.
Could it be... that Shen Liubai had cooked?
Her eyes felt dry and gritty, her face felt dry. She seemed to have had a very good dream, and yet also a not-so-good dream; it was all very confusing.
She immediately got out of bed and walked out of the room. As expected, she saw porridge and various dishes she liked on the table.
And there was no one else at home.
What was going on?
It couldn't be that she was still dreaming, could it?
She pinched herself. It hurt, "Hiss," so it was real.
If the food was indeed cooked by Shen Liubai, then why hadn't he left a single note?
Moreover, her home was empty, so how could he have cooked?
Thinking of something, she immediately opened the refrigerator and saw it was filled with her favorite dishes and peeled lychees.
Lin Zhuyin's nose instantly stung.
In the past, when Shen Liubai went on business trips or was too busy to come home, he worried she would go hungry and would always prepare a lot of food to store in the refrigerator. She could just take it out and heat it up if she wanted to eat.
She hadn't expected to still have this kind of treatment even after they had divorced.
Her stomach growled with hunger, and she couldn't think of anything else. She ate first, and indeed, it was Shen Liubai's cooking.
After being married for so many years, Lin Zhuyin had been so pampered by Shen Liubai that she had never had to cook. So, for the past two months, she had been eating takeout or dining at restaurants, never cooking.
Amidst the familiar taste, she reminisced about their time together, her heart aching with a bittersweet sadness.
After the meal, Lin Zhuyin sat on the bed with her phone, hesitating whether to send Shen Liubai a WeChat message, and if so, what should she say?