Chapter 11 People from Two Worlds and Hats from the Same World
There was a noise downstairs, as if the door hit the wall, making a vibrating and noisy sound.
A sound of hurried footsteps moved upward and approached.
The door behind Cui Jing was pushed open, and she was suddenly pulled away from her spot by the person who came. Due to the excessive force, she hit the wall, and her hand rubbed against the raised decorative plaster on the wall, leaving small scratches.
"Hiss! What are you doing?"
"I warn you."
Zhai Yang's expression was more serious than ever. He looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze as if he wanted to see through the innocent-looking woman in front of him and see the calculations in her eyes and heart.
It was as if the person in front of him was not his wife, but his enemy.
"Stay away from that painting, stay away from... him."
I saw her hit the wall due to inertia.
There was no trace of pity on his face. He looked at Cui Jing as if she were a deceased person. He came alone to mourn, and did not hide his indifference.
"Cui Jing, I will divorce you, but I will compensate you." He looked at the painting, "I'm sorry."
"This is my last apology."
He knew Cui Jing might be angry, but it didn't matter. Their social classes were not equal. To put it cruelly, it wasn't that he took the initiative to be compatible with others, but she couldn't even find a ladder to climb up.
They are people from completely different worlds.
Cui Jing used to try her best to hide her true self in front of him and disguise her embarrassment. In the end, she became his wife not because she succeeded in disguising herself, but because he didn't care.
It is not only difficult to hide a cough or poverty, but also many other things, such as vision, worldview, and understanding. Each of them was inadvertently revealed in her words, becoming a synonym for being unremarkable.
Zhai Yang was well aware of her boring thoughts and mediocre pursuits.
Her beauty is her only advantage.
Of course, he doesn't need her to be outstanding, rich, talented, or able to speak many languages.
No need, he has all of these.
But he needed someone who had a part of all his common sense, which was part of his life.
"It was my previous love for you that made you mistakenly believe that the inequality between you and me was only reflected in class."
"No, Cui Jing."
This is just superficial stuff.
Cui Jing had understood this a long time ago; she saw it clearly from a God's perspective.
【Cui Jing and Zhai Yang are from completely different worlds.】
This light-hearted sentence has appeared in all major romance dramas and has been overused to the point of seeming like a cliché. However, the content contained in it is particularly heavy in reality.
When Zhai Yang was in school, he held a party. The Lafite waterfall shipped from the top-notch Cheval Blanc Chateau was overflowing, and the transparent purple waterfall flowed to the ground wastefully.
A group of men and women flew away as soon as they said they would, and landed in the sea between 4 and 7 o'clock in a foreign country on a private plane, surfing meaninglessly in the twilight of the sunset, and bathing in the sunset glow on a private luxury yacht costing more than one billion yuan.
He casually threw the key to a Lamborghini to a finance student he didn't know well to win people's hearts, spent millions on horse racing at his own estate with people in the circle to exchange favors, and donated his pocket money to charity to gain fame.
The T-shirt on my body that becomes loose after one wash and even the socks are all branded. I am not showing off my wealth, but these are nothing.
A person who earns hundreds of thousands of yuan a month walks into a store and buys an electronic watch that is good-looking but has no configuration, without having to compare prices from three stores.
Families with a monthly income of three thousand looked at him in confusion, wondering how stupid he was. Wouldn't it be better to have a high-configuration, low-price, and cost-effective alternative from a big manufacturer?
……Chinese chives.
That's it.
The values behind this are fatal.
"Maybe love will make this equal, but I have no love for you, so let's end it."
Zhai Yang took a few steps forward, looked at her petite figure, and thought indifferently: He had tried his best.
He casually bought her hundreds of thousands of bags and jewelry in a luxury store, not because he wanted to see the shock and cautious look that suddenly appeared in her timid eyes.
——He is not interested in raising pampered pets like those playboys with chaotic private lives.
After marriage, he no longer needed her to shop around for affordable and cost-effective plates, cups, baking supplies and other small items.
She could not provide him with emotional value.
After getting her, the physical pleasure and the guilt that followed made him extremely painful. The only mystery she had for him was revealed, and that attraction disappeared.
He tried hard to like her, but still failed.
Cui Jing closed her eyes on the spot. She suddenly felt very heartbroken. She originally wanted to give the bastard two slaps immediately.
But as soon as she stretched out her hand, her chest hurt so much that she turned her hand and covered her chest, and the fabric on her chest was wrinkled by her grip.
She began to sweat.
It hurts.
It hurts so much that even breathing causes pain in the chest. It is the aching pain in the heart when sadness reaches a certain level, a literary kind of emotional torture.
She almost wanted to cry to ease the tension.
Relieve this body’s sorrow.
Cui Jing blinked and tears fell silently.
Zhai Yang saw that she didn't move for a long time. She even lowered her head further, squatted on the ground, and curled up into a small ball. He saw that her hand seemed to be on her chest.
He had a bad stomach, and when he saw her action, his first reaction was: Is she having a stomachache?
Zhai Yang squatted down and turned her body over.
He saw a face fogged with pain.
Tears hung on her eyelashes, like dew at dawn. But her cold eyes were half-closed, and her natural and clear eyes were like a lake reflecting the lights, with an illusory energy.
Because of the pain, the neat powder on the lips was smudged a little and spread to the upper lip.
Instead, a solemn atmosphere was created.
Zhai Yangxin was slightly hit.
"Are you OK."
"I agree with your divorce."
They both spoke at the same time.
Zhai Yang raised his eyebrows in surprise. He knew how much Cui Jing liked him. He himself had deeply tasted the bitterness of the word "love" and knew how difficult it was to give up.
So he thought that if his wife couldn't let go, he would give her time.
He saw her eyelashes trembling, and her voice trembling slightly, as if she was trying hard to suppress her delicate sobs. "I think something is wrong with me. My chest hurts a little. Call 120 or take me to the hospital directly."
Cui Jing's long nails dug into the back of the man's hand and the palm that was holding her.
Zhai Yang was doubting the authenticity of her current situation, and his face turned grim when he was pinched. When he heard her offer to send him to the hospital, he gave up some of the idea.
He was about to pick Cui Jing up when he looked down and saw that the screen of Cui Jing's cell phone that had slid to the ground lit up and a message popped up.
[Seventh Night]: I bought you a gift.
The screen was facing his face and facial recognition automatically unlocked it.
The avatar is a figure of a man.
【Seventh Night】: You will like it.
Zhai Yang paused for a moment, then he calmly picked up the phone and put it in his pocket.
Love is hard to give up, but the next emotional connection can help people get over it quickly.
After the crescent-shaped pinch mark on the back of Zhai Yang's hand became numb, pain began to feed back from his nervous system, and he recalled more of Cui Jing's genuine indifference.
"Let me help you up," he said, tightening his grip on her arm.