The night is as cool as water, and the exquisite and luxurious European-style villa is dark, except for the large LCD TV in the lobby that exudes a faint light.

The restaurant's delicate dishes and birthday cakes, which have long since cooled, are forgotten in the corner, alone.

On the big screen opposite, the president of the Song family and the popular actress Shen Hanjia announced the latest information on their relationship, and they were in full swing.

The man inside is cold and noble, and the suitably cut handmade suit sets off his tall figure perfectly.

The resolute and cold side face is in the spotlight, like the most beautiful god Apollo in ancient Greek mythology.

The woman in her arms wore a water-red dress, noble and elegant, gentle and bright.

The two of them are incomparably paired.

At this time, Song Sichen smiled at the corner of his mouth, changing from the cold and hard in the past, between his eyebrows and eyes, it was a gentleness that Ji Qinghe had never seen.

Ji Qinghe's face was pale off-screen.

She fell in love with Song Sichen at the age of fifteen, married him at the age of twenty-three, and today is her twenty-fifth birthday.

That is, she likes him for ten years.

How many decades can a woman squander unscrupulously?

She loved so crazy, so desperate, and gave her entire youth and all her love to that person named Song Sichen.

Now, her husband is showing his love to other women on her birthday.

What is she in his eyes?

Everyone in the world said that the president of the Song family was as cold as iron, but Ji Qinghe stubbornly believed that they didn't understand him, so she spent ten years warming him.

She naively thought that even if it was a stone, it should have been warmed up a long time ago.

Reality gave her a resounding slap in the face, and all her once convictions were shattered and scattered all over the ground, laughing at her unbearableness.

"Hehe......" Ji Qinghe laughed lowly, desperate and sad, "It's me who is too stupid to see through ......"

In the two years since she got married, Song Sichen has only gone home a handful of times, and she comforted herself again and again: he was too busy.

Today, I realized that where he was busy, he was simply disdainful.

I don't want to go home, I don't want to talk to her, I don't want to admit her as a wife.

However, since you don't care about it, why do you have to lie to her again and again?

Who said he would be nice to her? Who said it would give her happiness? And who said that he would share his white head with her in this life?

His face, which was so pale that there was not a trace of blood, was left with only a pair of bright and divine eyes, which were misty and full of sorrow.

The sound of the key opening the door was clear in the night, and a slender figure appeared in the entrance.

It's Song Sichen!

Ji Qinghe stood up suddenly, his gaze fixed on the figure, his face was pale, and his eyes were sad.

Song Sichen didn't seem to see Ji Qinghe, raised his feet, and walked upstairs.

Just as he stepped on one foot on the stairs, someone suddenly grabbed his arm.

His eyes drooped, his slender pale fingers clutching at his suit, crumpled as she moved.

"Let it go."

The voice was cold as iron, without the slightest emotion.

Ji Qinghe trembled and let go of his hand.

Just when Ji Qinghe thought that Song Sichen would leave here, he suddenly withdrew his feet and stood beside him.

"See?"

How could Ji Qinghe not know what he was talking about.

He has always been low-key, but he said in front of the media that Shen Hanjia is his favorite woman in his life.

She knew that he was trying to force himself to file for divorce.

Song Sichen is thoughtful and calculating, how could she not know what she cares about most.

The news of President Song's love affair was constantly playing in his ears, stimulating Ji Qinghe word by word, and he almost collapsed.

The question that originally came to his lips suddenly became so pale and weak.

Because, everything told her very clearly the fact that he did not love her.

He doesn't love her!

Song Sichen looked at Ji Qinghe, who bowed his head and was silent, and a touch of anger suddenly welled up in his heart.

He leaned forward and forced Ji Qinghe into a corner step by step.

Ji Qinghe raised his head, a panicked little face with fear.

"Ji Qinghe! After all this, do you still refuse to divorce? ”

Song Sichen shouted, his knife-like face was deep and charming, but the words he said were like sharp knives, killing with knives.

Completely sent her into an icy hell, cold to the bone.

"There are so many men in this world, why do you have to dominate me? You're so lowly and shameless? ”

"Song Sichen!"

Ji Qinghe trembled, her lips trembled, her eyes widened, she didn't expect that this sentence would come from his mouth.

"You ask yourself, what am I doing wrong? I like you so much, don't you feel it? Have you ever been your wife for a minute in two years? It's time for even an iron tree to bloom! ”

This person she treats with love in her heart and lungs, her husband!

She likes him so much that she does not hesitate to cut off relations with the Ji family in order to marry him; For him, she has been staying at home and not daring to go out, for fear of being photographed by reporters and causing him trouble.

For him, she lost her principles little by little and was willing to stay by his side, but in the end, she got him this sentence!

No, you cannot.

There was no way back for her.

She had nothing left but him.

She couldn't afford to lose him anymore!

"Song Sichen," she begged almost in a lowly manner, "do you like Shen Hanjia so much?" So, can you give me a little bit, even a little bit ......?"

For the first time in ten years, she prayed to him in front of him.

Let go of dignity, let go of everything.

She just wants him to give him a little love to herself!

That's all.

Song Sichen was infected by her, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and his expression was soft, for a moment.

Ji Qinghe seemed to see hope, and his watery eyes emitted a bright and dazzling light.

"Hugh, think!" The thin lips are lightly opened, decisive and cruel.

Ji Qinghe's eyes tightened, and he watched her gaze change from surprise to despair, until it was gray.

Why?

She asked silently.

"Because, I hate you!"

His smile was extremely cold, cruel and ruthless, word by word, like a poison through the intestines.

"If you like me, I have to marry you! If you love me, I will ask my grandfather to force me to go home every day, good to you! Your sentence that you want to marry me makes me lose a mother who loves me the most! ”

"Ji Qinghe, this is what you keep saying that you love me and I like! That's how you love me! Yes? Have you considered my feelings? You don't, never! ”

Ji Qinghe's whole body strength was suddenly drained, she never knew that Song Sichen hated her so much, she just loved him.

Is it so sinful to love someone?

Large teardrops smashed against the cashmere-colored Persian carpet, blurring a circle of dark colors.

"That's not the case......" she shook her head.

I just want to like him, I want to give him happiness, make him happy!

"I don't know, I don't know it's going to be like this......"

Why didn't anyone tell her this? She always thought that Song Sichen was willing, willing to marry her, willing to be her husband!

How did it get to this point?

Song Sichen looked at the innocent and dazed Ji Qinghe, and felt a disgust in his heart.

is this kind of expression, pushing him into hell step by step, Ji Qinghe, apart from pretending to be innocent and unaware, what else will it be?

"Of course you won't know!" Song Sichen sneered again and again, like a bloodthirsty demon from hell, "You just need to be your eldest lady of the Ji family, what do you do with other people's pain!" It's all thanks to having a good dad! Good grandpa! ”

"No, it's not!" Ji Qinghe suddenly remembered something and retorted loudly, "When you got married, you didn't say that at all!" ”

At the wedding ceremony, he personally said that he wanted to marry her because he loved her, and he said that he would be good to her for the rest of his life.

She didn't believe it!

"You tell me, tonight, you deliberately angry with me for saying these words, tell me, tell me quickly!"

"Huh!" He chuckled, full of sarcasm, "Ji Qinghe, when did you become so naïve?" If I hadn't said that, would you have willingly married me? How could I be so naturally vengeful, huh? ”

Avenge......

Avenge!

Ji Qinghe crossed a bright light in his mind, and his fingertips were forceful, grabbing Song Sichen's arm fiercely, and forced him to ask: "It's Qin Qin!" Because she's right! Are you with me to avenge her? Do you really think I killed her? ”