and Shen Qingyu have been in love for five years and got married successfully.
But on the first night after the wedding, I heard him say:
"System, after the divorce, Yunyun will definitely come back, right?"
Yang Feiyun was his first love, who died in an accident seven years ago.
It turned out that he had treated me as part of his mission all along.
Even told me it was just a fake divorce.
I didn't cry or make trouble, I followed his arrangement: "Okay, we're just fake divorce."
Shen Qingyu didn't know, I also have a system, and now, the task has failed.
1
I have been in love with Shen Qingyu for five years, and today is the first day after our wedding.
But when I woke up at noon, Shen Qingyu was gone.
I thought he had gone to the law office, but as I passed by the guest room, I heard his muffled growl.
"I'm already married, and the Civil Affairs Bureau won't work tomorrow, so I'll get the divorce certificate the day after tomorrow!"
He seemed to be talking to someone, "I'll solve it over there, you just need to tell me......
His voice paused, followed by a hint of trembling, "Mission rewards, is it real?" Will Yunyun really be able to come back?"
Hearing this familiar and unfamiliar name, I couldn't help but be stunned.
Yun Yun, Yang Feiyun, Shen Qingyu's first love, died unexpectedly seven years ago.
This incident dealt a great blow to Shen Qingyu at that time, and he became depressed for a while, and even committed suicide.
And when I met Shen Qingyu, it was already two years later.
He never mentioned it, I learned it from his friend.
When I hear it again now, I feel like I'm in a different world.
"Can you come back? Hahaha......" Shen Qingyu chuckled, followed by an irrepressible cry, "This time, I will definitely protect you."
The cry seems to have some kind of magic, and it makes people's noses can't help but become sour.
My heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea, it turned out that I had always been a tool for him to do his tasks?
2
Shen Qingyu is a recognized model worker in the legal and political circles, and spends almost 20 hours a day dealing with cases.
And I, on the other hand, was just one of his thousands of clients, but luckily one of his countless suitors came out of the encirclement.
Because I knew about Yang Feiyun's existence, and I also knew about the accident that happened to her, I never minded that Shen Qingyu missed her.
I chose to accompany him in every painful night, in every gap of memories, handing him a glass of sake and smoothing out every wrinkle between his brows.
Shen Qingyu also changed from resistance and disgust at the beginning to confiding in me and revealing his true self to me.
I've seen him at his most energetic in the courtroom, and I've seen him cry humbly in the corner.
Finally, he confessed to me, and after five years of long-distance love, he proposed to me, and the wedding was successfully completed.
I thought I was a winner in life, but now, I realize I was wrong.
The living cannot fight the dead.
I suddenly remembered the night Shen Qingyu committed suicide.
He was covered with a quilt, blood had soaked into the bedding, and he couldn't open his eyes when I found him.
All I remember was a blank mind, almost mechanically calling for emergency services, wrapping my shirt around the wound.
In the process, Shen Qingyu seemed to have regained a trace of his senses, and he moved his lips: "Yunyun."
Hearing his voice, I finally realized where I was now, and tears flowed from my eyes.
I said, "I'm here, I'm here, don't die, please."
That night, Shen Qingyu had been in the emergency room, and the hospital's blood bank was in an emergency, so I didn't hesitate to roll up my sleeves, but the matching failed.
I asked all my friends about their blood types and begged them to save Shen Qingyu.
I don't remember how many times I asked God, how many times I asked the Bodhisattva, I only remember the first sentence Shen Qingyu said after waking up: "What about words?"
3
The people in the house seem to have sorted out their emotions.
Shen Qingyu opened the door and saw me standing outside the door, seemingly a little surprised: "When did you come over?"
There was no question on his face, it seemed to be just a normal inquiry.
I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound.
Shen Qingyu rubbed her eyebrows and sighed, "Since you heard it, it's just right, I want you to help with this."
"The day after tomorrow, we'll go for a divorce." He paused, "Of course, it's just a fake divorce."
I licked my lips and finally found my voice: "But, we just got married yesterday, you ...... like this" What will outsiders think?
He interrupted me impatiently: "Am I not clear? It's just a fake divorce, and we'll get the certificate back after my mission is over."
"What mission?" I asked knowingly, staring at him without blinking, "What mission?"
Shen Qingyu didn't answer, he looked down at his phone as if evading: "You adjust the time, I'm only free on Monday afternoon."
He only took one day off for the wedding, and today he still has to go to the law firm to deal with the case.
"I don't agree."
"Yanyi, I must complete this task." He rubbed my head affectionately, "Don't embarrass me if you can divorce with dignity, okay?"
Shen Qingyu left.
I stood at the window and watched the car go away, and my heart grew heavier.
Bewilderment? Should those methods that exist only in fiction be used in the case of a wife?
4
I lowered the curtains and turned my gaze to his study.
I've never stepped a step into a place.
In order to give Shen Qingyu personal space, I never check my phone, but I ask about the itinerary and trust him unconditionally.
But now, I need an answer.
Pushing open the door, there was a clutter of dossiers and scratch paper.
The whole room was showing Shen Qingyu's dedication, except for the painting hanging directly opposite the chair.
The painting with flying lines and bright colors adds a touch of liveliness to the whole study.
There is also a line of messages on it: [May the Arabic language be happy every day].
Unexpectedly, the signature of that painting is, Yang Feiyun.
I stood in his chair and took the painting off.
It was covered with a thin film and framed very carefully, which is enough to prove that the owner cherishes it.
Behind the painting, there is a hidden safe.
I didn't even have to guess the password, I entered Yang Feiyun's birthday.
The safe opened, and a faint smell of perfume came to my face.
It's familiar, exactly the same scent that the makeup artist sprayed on him yesterday.
When he took the oath with me, he was still thinking about him.
I blinked, pushed the photo aside, and took out the diary inside: [My wife and me].
5
Shen Qingyu is a qualified lover.
He will learn to understand your preferences, accommodate your temper, accept your shortcomings, and will make you feel that you are loved.
Every sentence in the diary shows one word clearly: love.
But he was also a despicable person.
How can a person fall in love with two people?
A tear fell silently on the diary.
I hurriedly wiped it off with my sleeve, but it still left water marks.
Putting the diary aside, I pulled out the stack of photos.
The girl's bright smile, exaggerated and lively movements, and the boy who dotes on the girl.
Correspondence with the contents of the diary one by one:
[03.13 Playground, a day of love. 】
[03.20 Work with me, love a day. 】
[03.21 Shopping, a day of love. 】
……
The dense love seems to be gushing out, and the flesh and numbness that can be seen everywhere all show Shen Qingyu's crazy and hot feelings for Yang Feiyun.
I suddenly felt angry and unwilling.
If you love someone so much, why should you accept me?
Or is it really a hoax from start to finish?
The feeling of dizziness hit me, and I breathed uncontrollably.
At this moment, there was the sound of the door being pushed open downstairs.
6
I hurriedly put the photo diary back in its place and left the study.
Shen Qingyu walked towards me.
His eyes flashed behind his glasses, "You're in my study?"
I pursed my lips, revealing my red, swollen eyes.
Shen Qingyu sighed, then walked over and hugged me gently:
"No.
"Our marriage is a foregone conclusion, and everybody knows it, doesn't it?
"We're just sham divorce this time, and in less than a week, we'll go get the certificate again, okay?"
The distress in his eyes is not fake, but the desire for divorce is not fake.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and the tears fell again.
People who have been chasing for a year, people who have been in love for five years, how easily can I give up.
After a long time, I muffled my voice, "Is this your mission? What if I say, 'Divorce you, I'm going to die?'"
Shen Qingyu suddenly pushed me away.
He grabbed me by the shoulder, and his voice was hoarse:
"What are you talking about?
"Wei Yanyi, I said, I hate it when others talk about death! Yun Yun has already left me, are you going to leave me too?"
"But isn't your so-called mission ......?"
"Wei Yanyi!" Shen Qingyu roared, his eyes scarlet.
I was so startled that I didn't dare to move again.
He regained his composure, looked into my eyes and said, "I just miss her, Yanyi, I just miss her."
I looked at him blankly, "So, am I supposed to die? Shen Qingyu, I'm really going to die."
He let go of his hand and turned to enter the study, "Stop making jokes like that."
7
Shen Qingyu just came back to get the information, and didn't come to see me when he left.
And I'm just sitting in my bedroom looking through the wedding photo I just took a few days ago.
Maybe I was really carried away by love at the time, but now that I look at it, I can find many different details.
Every photo of Shen Qingyu has a trance between his eyebrows.
But the photos of him and Yang Feiyun are each with a smile and love.
His gaze at me was as dull as wood.
Did he see him through me?
For no reason, I became jealous of this girl I had never met.
The ringtone of my phone vibrated and woke me up and scared me into a cold sweat.
How could I have such a psychology for a strange girl.
I answered the phone, and it was the voice of my mother's nurse over there:
"Ms. Wei, do you have time to visit the hospital today? My wife is in good shape today and would like to see you."
"Okay."
I gathered my emotions, changed my clothes, and smiled.
Arrived at the hospital.
My mother was chatting with the nurse aunt, and when she saw me, she showed a happy expression: "My daughter is here, where is Ayu? Not with you?"
I put down my bag and threw myself into my mother's arms and coquettishly said, "Oh, you don't know that Ah Yu is very busy."
She stroked my hair and let me hold her, "Persuade him more, the body is the most important thing."
I nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes through the quilt.
Soon, the nurse called me out, "Ms. Wei, there is good news, your mother's kidney source has been successfully matched. However, because of the patient's age, we recommend transfer to A
The central hospital, where the experienced Dr Lee performed the surgery."
"Really? Thank you, thank you!" My eyes were hot.
My mother's illness is caused by overwork, coupled with dietary problems, and now I can only replace the kidney source to save my life.
After more than a year in the hospital, it is now our turn to have a suitable kidney source.
"No thanks, hurry up." The nurse smiled and nodded.
Back in the room, my mother's expression was obviously a little sluggish, and she still smiled when she saw me coming: "Are you back?"
I held my mother's hand in distress:
"Does it hurt again? It's okay Mom, the doctor said that the right kidney source has been matched, and I will immediately contact you to transfer to the hospital for surgery!"
In a word, a smile instantly appeared on the faces of my mother and aunt the nurse.
Mom has also become a lot more relaxed.
"Great, great," she wiped her eyes, looked at me again, and smiled, "You've got a home, and your mother is about to get healthy, all right."
The nurse aunt said on the side: "Yes, I can hug my grandson in the future."
Mom's eyes lit up and she patted my hand: "It's good with Ah Yu, Mom is well and can help you take care of the child."
She chattered, "I heard that this child has been suffering since childhood, I will go, take good care of you, pity this child......
I sat on the sidelines, smiled and nodded in agreement.
Shen Qingyu is indeed pitiful.
When I was born, my mother died in childbirth, and when I was one year old, my father fell into a pond drunk and lived in an orphanage.
studied hard and was admitted to a prestigious school, and became a lawyer after graduation, and is still famous today.
He had never enjoyed his mother's love, and when his mother learned of his background, she was so distressed that she burst into tears.
From then on, there will be a share of Shen Qingyu if there is a share of me.
Shen Qingyu has always been very good to her mother, and nutritional products and medicines are the best.
I once hugged him and joked, "You pay for it, I help it, and my mother will definitely enjoy happiness in her old age."
8
When I got home, I turned on my computer and searched for Dr. Lee's contact information.
He is a well-known doctor in the industry, and sure enough, the appointment dates are scheduled until next year.
But I know that Dr. Li and Shen Qingyu know each other.
Three years ago, Dr. Li was caught in a medical trouble, and the entrusted lawyer happened to be Shen Qingyu.
As a result, the two became acquainted, and their relationship became more familiar with occasional private activities.
After hesitating for a moment, I dialed Shen Qingyu's phone.
This wasn't the first time I'd called him during working hours, so I was a little overwhelmed when I heard Shen Qingyu's emotionless voice.
"Is there anything important, I'm busy." It wasn't very quiet over there, and I could even hear the crisp clinking of glasses.
He's drinking.
I put down my crampedness and shared my joy: "The hospital said there was hope for my mother's illness."
"Really? But I'm not a doctor."
"Then I'll wait until you get back." I sensed something was wrong with him and stopped bothering him.
"I'm not going back at night." Shen Qingyu was silent for a moment and hung up the phone.
I put down my phone and finally clicked on WeChat, which kept ringing.
It's a friend's message.
[Mr. Shen is sick again? He asked me to drink with him.
[No, after two sips and laughing like a madman, I'm really sick?
[He wants to go to Miss Yang's house, you ...... Quarreled?
[Come and take him away.] 】
I wanted to go back to [leave him alone], but after hesitating for a moment, I decided to pick him up.
When I got to the place where Yang Feiyun and he once lived, I flinched.
Even after seven years, this small apartment is still neat and beautiful, enough to show the owner's love for it.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and I collided with Shen Qingyu's gaze.
His eyes were misty, and he looked at me and suddenly grinned, "Yunyun? Are you off work?"
9
I wanted to respond to him with a smile as I had been in previous years.
But the corners of my mouth seem to be dead.
"What's wrong? Yunyun, why are you crying?" Shen Qingyu hurriedly rushed to my side and raised his sleeves awkwardly.
"Don't touch me!"
I waved his hand away, and my face was already wet.
When I learned about his mission, I couldn't control myself anymore.
After planning for five years, I was gentle with me, just to marry me and divorce again, and complete the task of resurrecting Bai Yueguang.
If this was a novel, I would still laugh at this cerebral palsy plot, but this is reality, and I can't control my jealousy.
"Yunyun, I'm ......" Shen Qingyu stood crampedly beside me, looking at me pitifully like a schoolboy.
"I'm Yan Yi, Wei Yan Yi. It's not yours." I'll take it word by word.
"No, you're Yunyun." He repeated stubbornly, reaching out to pull me, "How could I have mistaken my wife."
"Shen Qingyu! Are you blind? I'm Wei Yanyi!" I dodged him, "Yun Yun is dead! Yang Feiyun is dead!"
Shen Qingyu was stunned in place, and seemed to wake up all of a sudden: "I...... That's right."
He looked at me, "She's dead."
I've never been so aggrieved, and tears welled up in my eyes: "What am I to you?"
"Calm down." He propped his forehead and frowned in response.
"What the hell am I?!"
"Wei Yanyi, don't be too presumptuous!" He suddenly roared, "Yes, I thank you, I just want to see Yunyun, and we are just divorced, this can save a life!"
"But I, I'll die if I get divorced." I was deflated, "and ......."
My words were choked and I couldn't speak.
He was silent, his voice soft and firm, "Don't say any more, Monday afternoon, don't let me wait for you."
Shen Qingyu turned around and entered his and Yang Feiyun's small house, shutting me out.
He made the choice he wanted.