She stood under her canopy head, letting the cold water wash away her tears.

She couldn't feel the coldness of the water, because her heart had already been shrouded in cold; She also did not feel the pain of suffocation, because she had long since lost her breath in this hopeless marriage. In this mansion, even the servants knew that she only had the title of "wife", and the dignity and rights of being a "wife" had long been trampled on by the gentlemanly husband. She just can't understand why the marriage between the right family and the golden boy and the girl has become like this? Brother Jingdong, who doted on her at the beginning, why did he bear to treat her like this? She loves him so much, even giving up herself for him, trying her best to cater to him, why is he getting his increasingly presumptuous and cruel mockery?! Just five minutes ago, he sneered and said, "Steak, it's not suitable for beggars", and sent her into the abyss of humiliation and humility!

Why? ....... She kept wiping the tears and water from her face, and she kept being drowned in cold water and tears. ...... Why? ...... She didn't know who to question. Ask him? I don't even know where he is..... Dad told her on the hospital bed that he was a capable man, and asked her to grasp it well to achieve a win-win situation for Tan and Zhao. She did it with her heart, but he cared more about the Tan Group than about her, was it she, the "Mrs. Zhao", who kept the Tan family, or the commercial value of the Tan family that kept her, the "Mrs. Zhao"? At least, those who know the roots think it's the latter. ........ She leaned weakly against the cold wall, closed her eyes, and didn't want to face it, but her mind couldn't help but think of her mother again. The mother passed away when she and he were newly married, and the mother, who was a hundred satisfied with her son-in-law, took her hand and put it in the son-in-law's hand, and said to the son-in-law: "I will give you my precious daughter, and you will be relieved!" At that time, he smiled and said to his mother, "I will take care of her." ”........

"Take care"? She smiled wryly, but tears flowed down her cheeks. His so-called "care" is to keep her status as "Mrs. Zhao", to raise her with good food and drink, and to tease her occasionally! It turned out that he never made a promise to love her at that time, but she was blinded by public opinion and love, and she actually thought that every word he said could be understood as his commitment to love! ....... She squatted down and hugged herself tightly, but she couldn't get a trace of warmth, five minutes ago, his sentence "steak, not suitable for beggars" and the undisguised mockery, disgusted eyes, had pulled the last trace of warmth from her heart, she felt like a garbage that was discarded after being used, no longer useful, therefore, there was no value in continuing to exist.

Before saying goodbye to this world, she still couldn't help but go to the Western restaurant where the two had been to order a medium-rare steak, not to relive anything, everything in the past has long been frozen, and there will never be a trace of warmth, she just doesn't understand, a piece of food, why would someone not be suitable for eating? Shouldn't hungry beggars need food even more?

After silently "looking at the steak" for an hour, she made an impulsive decision: to take the steak with a beggar to eat. She wondered why he would say such hurtful things, and didn't beggars deserve steak?

Since she got married, she has forgotten when she used to do what she said, and she would even discuss with him to buy a favorite necklace. Although she knew that such caution was unnecessary in their financial circumstances, she hoped that he would feel that she cared about him, and that it would make him pay more attention to her and say more to her. But now, such caution is meaningless, and she wants to be willful again before giving up this life, just like she did when she was still "Miss Tan".

She asked the driver to park at the entrance of the alley and walked into the alley, which was not spacious enough. She remembered that he had said that the alley was a filthy and lowly gathering place at night. So she knew, there were beggars here!

The driver followed from a distance uneasily, she knew it, but she didn't care, but she was more confident: in case of a small accident, if the driver was there, she would be able to calm down.

Not long after she walked, she saw a dirty man leaning boredly next to a bamboo basket, his eyes looking at her with surprise and doubt. She suddenly felt inexplicably timid, because this man's eyes seemed to be able to allude to her, such humility, longing, and speculation and flattery towards her, just like she did to the so-called "lover" who often did not go home. Just by looking at each other like this, she had already discerned that this was a completely different character from her, that there could be no common language at all, that she had only pity, contempt, and a little disgust for him! Could it be that in Zhao Jingdong's eyes, she is like this?

She tossed him the box with the steak: "Hey, this is the chef of the Heathton's Western Restaurant, carefully ........" She wanted to let the poor man know what a delicious meal he was tasting, but before she could finish her words, he had already grabbed with his dirty hands the delicate delicacy that was cold but perhaps only for him in his life, and devoured it indiscriminately.

She was stunned for a second, and then ran out of the alley, until she got into the car, she still regretted it, and she felt sorry for the steak that had been selected, flown to the most famous western restaurant, turned into a piece of fine food after the best chef used the best cooking utensils and ingredients, and cooked with caution that it could no longer be cautious, but was swallowed indiscriminately in less than a minute by a good person who didn't know it at all! She even wondered if he had tasted the beef!

The driver drove silently, without command, and drove her home—the building that Zhao Jingdong bought to house her in her husband's name and became her all over the world.

She got out of the car and entered the door, frightened, until she saw him—the man who was nominally her husband, but in fact more like her owner—who was sitting on the couch and looked at her coldly with a mixture of mockery and anger.

She smiled almost reflexively and stepped forward to explain and apologize to him because he had come back and she was not waiting for him at home. But she stopped herself in time, not out of anger, but because she couldn't bear to blaspheme. She greeted him forcefully: "It's back." Intentionally or unintentionally, I wanted to bypass him and go upstairs.

His voice was cold and magnetic: "Went to that street? Hungry? ”

"You shouldn't spy on me!" She interrupted his humiliation and responded lightly, but didn't stop herself.

His face instantly became ugly: "Tan Xinya! ”

She turned around helplessly, looked at him in pain, but said with great calmness: "You're right, steak, it's not suitable for beggars!" I'm sorry. Then, she turned to leave a lonely and realized figure.

He stood stunned for a few seconds.

The assistant called to urge him to go back to the company for a meeting, and he hurried out of the house with a strange feeling.

She went back to the room and threw away her bag, threw off her high heels, and fell into bed exhausted with her head covered and fell asleep. She felt as if she had walked a far, long mountain road, finally found a bed where she could rest, and fell asleep unconsciously.