A look of desperation appeared on his face—a expression Qi Sui had never seen on him before.
"Please, Suisui, listen to me—"
"I don't want to hear it."
Qi Sui said, "Get lost. Go away now."
Qian Jin gritted his teeth, a surge of resentment rising in his heart. He almost couldn't control his words.
"Qi Sui, tell me, have you found another man?"
"Actually, you're saying you want to divorce me just to be with someone else, right?"
"I understand it all. You don't need to play the victim. If you divorce me, you'll be remarried. Do you think anyone will still want you?"
His face twisted hideously, his words like icy curses.
"Just obey me. I won't hurt you."
Qi Sui lowered her hand.
Her expression turned ugly, but then she took a step back.
It seemed like a gesture to ease the atmosphere.
Qian Jin keenly picked up on it.
A smile appeared on his face, and he pushed the door open to go inside, as if he was still the master of this house.
A hand reached out and firmly blocked the door.
She turned.
Xiang Yu emerged from behind her like a ghost.
He had excellent proportions and very long legs.
How excellent?
Standing behind Qi Sui, with a simple stretch of his long leg, he stepped past her and kicked Qian Jin in the knee.
Qian Jin staggered, nearly falling face-first to the ground to give them both a grand salute. Before he could steady himself, he was kicked again like a dog.
This sudden appearance of a third person's leg couldn't be explained away.
It wasn't a dog or a cat. It was a living person.
A man, at that.
Xiang Yu asked expressionlessly, "Pyramid schemer?"
Qi Sui shook her head. "Ex-husband."
"Oh, ex-husband."
He stressed the word "ex" in his tone, his voice flat but full of sarcasm, inexplicably sounding a bit snide.
Two pairs of eyes, with the same expression, looked at the twisted face of the man before them, creating an eerie similarity.
Qian Jin looked up, and Qi Sui could even see the red spider veins in his eyes. His face looked like the world was collapsing; his expression was so rich that it wasn't frightening but twisted to the point of absurdity.
Qi Sui understood him well.
He must be devastated, right?
My "lover" and my wife are together.
Wow, exciting.
Qi Sui's face was expressionless, but inside, she was galloping like a wild horse on the prairie.
"Don't you have anything else?" Qi Sui asked.
Qian Jin—
Qian Jin couldn't answer her question anymore.
Pitifully, the greasy-faced, powder-covered man forced out a fragile, desperate expression and stammered:
"Gen—General Manager Xiang, you..."
Why are you here?
But he couldn't ask.
What conclusion could he draw?
This scene was absurd, bizarre, and ridiculous.
The answer he wanted was like treasure behind a door. Before you open the door, you never know if it's treasure or a pile of dung. Someone insists on pushing the door open, only to see a shitty reality—a kind of cruel irony.
Just like Qian Jin at this moment. He couldn't believe what was happening before him, nor could he admit—
that the perfect person he adored was hooking up with his ex-wife.
Xiang Yu nodded.
"Director Qian, excuse me."