Scum Man Cannot Redeem Himself - chapter 1

Ning Qing pushed the window open. A cold wind poured into her neck, and its coolness reached the sole of her foot.

The autumn colors outside the window became thicker. There was an old tree in the yard. The leaves were blown away by the cold wind, and only a few were still hanging stubbornly on the branches. Yet they were already crumbling and would fall soon.

The sky in the distance was foggy, as if covered with a thin layer of smoke, just like the haze lingering in Ning Qing’s heart.

He did not return all night.

Was he in a business meeting, or somewhere she didn’t know?

Today was the eighth day of October. It was exactly ten years since she first met him.

She wanted to end this marriage.

For three years of marriage, he was like a piece of ice that could not be warmed, always reminding her that he just kept his promise.

She still remembered when she first saw him, she was thrilled at first sight of him. Ten years of prosperity, that face, could no longer raise the flames in her heart.

Leaving might make the rest of her life bright.

Ning Qing looked at the paper on the table. The ink had already dried up. Perhaps the writing was too heavy. The white rice paper became slightly bumpy.

She was waiting for him to come back to the courtyard.

Time flew slowly like quicksand, and the sky outside the window changes from day to dusk. Ning Qing was like a wooden pile standing at the window.

Finally, a slender figure appeared in the dark.

The figure walked slowly, and was not in a hurry to go in. Before approaching the door of the small courtyard, his footsteps paused. He slightly raised his head, looked at the window on the second floor, and then looked away in disgust.

Ning Qing turned around, ignoring the scene that had just fallen into her eyes. She walked to the table, picked up the brush that had been dried, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper.

Doing all this well, she looked at the house where she lived for three years. Here, she once wore a red wedding dress, looking forward to living together.

Thinking about it now was just her illusion.

No, it should be said that from the beginning to the end, it was only her dream.

The sound of footsteps going upstairs gradually became clearer.

This staircase had thirty-six steps. After going another ten steps, he would reach their room.

For a thousand nights, she looked forward to her husband’s early arrival, and gradually developed a habit. She could also calculate the distance between them with her eyes closed.

He came to the door and paused a little. At the next moment, Chen Jili walked in. He glanced lightly at the woman under the faint butter lamp, retracted his gaze, and prepared to walk towards the study room.

“Wait …” Because Ning Qing hadn’t spoken for a day, her voice was a little hoarse.

Chen Jili ignored her and went directly to the study room.

“Let’s divorce!”

Maybe it was the time to let him go. There was a sense of relief in Ning Qing’s voice. There were ten days until October 18. Now because of her, Chen Jili and Li Shuangshuang’s relationship was still delayed.

Chen Jili’s footsteps stopped, what was she talking about? divorce?

“I have already written the divorce paper. You only need to sign and I will have nothing to do with you,” Ning Qing held up the brush and said facing Chen Jili.

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