Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

Zhou Cibai was stunned: "What?"

"nothing."

Fu Jincheng walked straight away.

Zhou Cibai watched the black car drive away, holding the newspaper tightly.

She was keenly aware that something seemed to be quietly changing between her and Jincheng.

And she was powerless to stop this change.

She opened the newspaper and her eyes fell on the advertisement.

——Fu Jincheng and Shen Xiuwan divorced.

Her fingertips painted with silver-pink nail polish touched the man's name. She admired Shen Xiuwan, but this did not prevent her from secretly hoping that Jincheng could regain his freedom.

She desperately hoped that Jincheng could no longer be bound by marriage like her.

She hopes to start over with him legitimately.

But at this moment, watching this sloppy ending with her own eyes, she couldn't laugh at all.

At the entrance of the hospital, the wind mixed with snow and sleet gave off a slight chill.

The heat between his breaths turned into white mist, covering Zhou Cibai's face.

She looked to the sky.

Why is the winter in my motherland so cold?

……

It was only four o'clock in the morning when Shen Xiuwan arrived at the old house.

The snow stopped in the south, and there were a few bright stars on the sky.

The alleys are quiet and winding, the moss at the base of the walls is yellowing and peeling, and occasionally a dog barks from afar.

Shen Xiuwan didn't want to disturb her mother and Yu's sleep, so she sat quietly on the threshold, planning to wait until they got up before knocking on the door.

After riding the train for a day and a night, she leaned against the door frame and closed her eyes tiredly.

She hasn't decided yet how to tell her parents about the divorce.

If they knew that she and Jincheng were divorced, her mother would definitely cry and nag for three days and three nights. With such a soft temper, she would definitely think that it was the woman's fault that the marriage failed, and she would scold her for not being able to win over her husband. , but also to blame her for not giving Jincheng a son.

As for dad...

Dad valued this marriage like that, and the entire Suzhou City, who could not be publicized, knew that it would not only scold her, but also took her stick to beat her, and even took her back to Yanjing to seek remarriage.

Thinking of the situation she was about to face, Shen Xiuwan's already tired body and mind became even more sleepy and troubled.

"Eh?!"

A surprised voice suddenly came from not far away.

Shen Xiuwan opened her eyes and looked.

The person who came was a young man in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was wearing a quilted top sewn with gray-brown Tujia cloth, a pair of black quilted trousers underneath, a dark green knitted scarf around his neck, and a belt on his hand. He bought a pair of old black knitted gloves that were balled up. Because it was a cold morning, the cold wind made the tip of his nose turn red and his face peeled from the cold.

As he got closer, he said, "Aren't you the sister of the Shen family? Why are you sitting here?"

Shen Xiuwan recognized him.

He is Li Baochun who lives at the end of the alley, and he often took her to play with him when he was a child.

He plays the harmonica.

When he first started to fall in love, he once climbed up the wall of her backyard in the middle of the night and played "Butterfly Lovers" at her window under the moonlight. Because he only knew this song, he later woke up all the neighbors and started to compete with each other. Is scolding him a sign of mourning?

After that, he secretly sent freshly picked lilacs and gardenias to her windowsill.

Shen Xiuwan knew that he liked her. But before she responded to this secret love, she boarded the train to Yanjing and married Jincheng.

After that, it was never seen again.

Now that we have reunited after many years, we are no longer teenagers or girls.

She stood up: "Brother Baochun..."

"Last time your old man passed away, I heard that you came back to attend the funeral." Li Baochun smiled gently, "Unfortunately, I was escorting the cargo to Shanghai and didn't have time to see you. Are you going back to your hometown to visit relatives? Let's go. , I’ll treat you to beef noodles!”

At the entrance of the alley is a noodle stall, and the vendor has just boiled hot water in the pot.

While waiting for the noodles to be cooked, Li Baochun looked at Shen Xiuwan and said sincerely: "I heard that you married a powerful man in Yanjing and became a young mistress there. You are different now. Although your eyes are still the same, The mouth is still the same, but it is prettier than when I was a child. Sure enough, in this world, wealth is the most nourishing thing!"

The vendor diligently brought two bowls of beef noodles.

Shen Xiuwan lowered her head and mixed the noodle soup with chopsticks. The hot aroma hit her face, the familiar taste of her hometown.

She picked up the noodles, paused, and said, "I'm divorced."

Li Baochun froze while eating noodles.

He raised his head: "Divorce?!"

"It's trendy, right?" Shen Xiuwan raised her eyebrows, "I didn't expect that a wild girl from a small place like me would also be fashionable."

Li Baochun looked at her.

Although she was smiling, he could see a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Facing the girl he liked when he was young, he had mixed feelings and felt heartbroken.

He said frankly: "We grew up together, and I know you are the best girl. I think it was Fu Jincheng who did something wrong to you, so you divorced him! Although I am uneducated, I also know the times. Things have changed. Divorce is nothing new now. If a couple can no longer live together, will they kill their husbands or wives if they don’t divorce? Don’t think that you are inferior to others if you are divorced. You are just walking a journey with others. It's just that we are separated again. In the final analysis, you are still the same you."

Shen Xiuwan looked at him blankly.

She thought that during her years in Yanjing, she had accepted some new cultures and had become a semi-civilized person, but she still felt timid in front of others because of her divorce, for fear that others would look down on her.

But she didn't expect that her thoughts were not as good as Brother Baochun who had never read a book.

Her eyes were red and she smiled: "Brother Baochun, thank you!"

By the time Shen Xiuwan returned to her ancestral home, He Biqing and Yu's mother had already gotten up and were busy cleaning up the house.

As she expected, He Biqing cried on the spot when she heard that she was divorced.

Shen Xiuwan had not slept all day and night. She had a splitting headache at the moment. She carried her suitcase and walked upstairs: "Mom, if you have anything to say, let me talk to you after I get some sleep."

He Biqing was anxious and angry, choking and cursing: "You kid, the sky is falling, and you are still in the mood to sleep!"

Shen Xiuwan stood on the stairs with her back to her.

A few years ago, she thought that divorcing Jincheng would mean the sky was falling.

But now, her mood has changed.

How can a bunch of trivial matters in marriage be as important as a sense of security?

She didn't care what tomorrow would bring, she just wanted to have a good sleep today.

She looked back. The off-white knee-length woolen coat made her slim and tall. Her skin was so white that she stood out in the dark stairwell, like the soft starlight piercing the dark clouds.

Her almond-shaped eyes were bright: "Mom, Jincheng is not my heaven."

He Biqing was so angry that she stamped her feet: "At home, you follow your father and you marry and you follow your husband. How can a woman in the world not regard her husband as her heaven?! If you say this, I think you want to go to heaven!"

"He is not my god." Shen Xiuwan repeated, "No one in the world is my god."