The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 21 She Can't Take It
I can't help shrinking my neck: "What gift?"

He smiled deeper, but did not speak, but let go of my hand, pulled out the small table, put the thermal box on it, and said, "Drink."

"Oh."

I took a few sips and suddenly heard his voice: "Why don't you get a divorce?"

My adoptive father was a wonderful man: he was good-looking, and his manners were full of flair.He always wears a Chinese double-breasted silk jacket with delicate buttons and elegant embroidery.Just like the gentleman walking out of the poems.

He adopted many children, but only a few lucky ones were left by his side to take care of them.They are smart, beautiful, witty and sensible.I don't dare to ask him to take care of me personally, I just hope that he will visit me every year, so since I was sensible, I have tried my best to make myself better.But he never noticed me.

In the third year of high school, I accidentally got the opportunity to apply for a German university, and I was lucky enough to get a full scholarship.On the day I packed my bags, I heard that my adoptive father had arrived, but when I ran out he had already left.

My aunt told me that my adoptive father said he decided to change my nationality for me, and he also deposited money in my card, which was my college expenses.

She said that I don't need to come back anymore, because I have grown up, and she asked me to remember not to sell myself for money.

At the beginning of this year, I got a new nationality.That night I went on a date with Fanyin, sat on the side of the road and asked him to evaluate me objectively: Am I ugly?Is it stupid?Is it dull?Am I good for nothing?
Is it inherently redundant?
He remained silent until he said goodbye, before saying: "When I was young, my mother said to me, 'There is no absolute objective evaluation in this world, because both liking and disliking will more or less affect my evaluation of this person'. I have no way to evaluate you objectively, because I like you. Of course the girl I like is the best in the world, because there are so many girls in the world, but I only like you."

A few days later, he asked me if I would marry him.

I do, without hesitation.

This is the fundamental reason why I don't want a divorce.

But now I am also at a loss.Because Achang told me that the only person who thought I was "the best in the world" was not really a "person".

I still don't want a divorce.

Because I feel that there will never be another person like this in my life.

Even if it's just an illusion, half, a little bit...

I also want to stay as long as possible and rely on him to warm my life.

In the end, I didn't figure out how to tell Fanyin these words, because only the second personality can understand these words.I am afraid that this protagonist will think I am long-winded, or ridicule me.

Fortunately, he didn't ask for it either, but fell silent.

When I looked at Fanyin again after drinking the soup, he had already closed his eyes.I'm kind of looking forward to No. [-] coming back, or his main character being defeated by No. [-].But when he saw the faint shadow on his eyelids, he felt that such expectations were selfish.

I was just closing the insulation box when Fanyin suddenly opened his eyes, and he knew who it was at a glance.He reached out and took the insulation box and threw it on the bedside table, put away my small table, and asked, "Sleepy?"

I shook my head.

"Come down." He got up and bent over, wrapping his arms around my back and holding my shoulders.

"What!" I was taken aback.

"Help you out to bask in the sun."

There is a beautiful garden in the hospital. Because of the climate, the trees are still shady in this season, and the lawn is covered with pure white snow, which looks very beautiful.Fanyin walked ahead quickly, but I couldn't keep up with him anyway, so I walked slowly behind.When you get tired from walking, just sit down on a nearby bench.

As soon as I sat down, he immediately turned his head, turned back and sat next to me, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

I hurriedly asked, "Why do you smoke?"

He bent down, put his elbows on his knees, and while unpacking, he replied tepidly, "The doctor gave it."

"Why did the doctor give you cigarettes?"

"I'll pay him." He lit his cigarette, took a puff, and narrowed his eyes slightly as he exhaled.

"Sorry," I said hastily, "I thought this was a black hospital."

"You thought it was right." He remained expressionless.

"Then do you take patients from outside?" The hospital was deserted, not like an industry with income.Is it a money laundering place?
"No." He said, "Only related people."

"Don't you lose money?"

"No income." He turned his head, looked at me, and smiled slightly: "Did that guy tell you how much money I have?"

"Who? Achang?"

He glared at me and turned his head away.

and so……

I was very afraid of being beaten, but I really wanted to ask, so I moved outside and asked, "You know?"

"It's not that I don't feel it at all." His voice was calm: "I didn't expect it to be so serious before."

I hurriedly said: "I think since we can separate, we can definitely integrate, after all, he is also a part of you."

He suddenly lowered his face: "I just hope he gets out."

"I also hope that……"

He immediately turned his head to look at me, his eyes were already dangerous: "You want too?" There was a strong murderous look in his soft tone.

"If he can roll into someone else's body, I won't pester you anymore." I shrank my neck: "Achang said you hate me."

"It's okay." He tapped the stick of the cigarette lightly with his fingers and said, "You're cheap."

I think he is joking, although the expression is really not like: "You lost money to open such a big hospital, and you are still greedy for such a cheap price."

"Save if you can." He glanced at me and said with a light smile, "Quickly heal your wounds."

When I think of this, I feel sad: "There is no place to go after raising it..."

His eyeballs slid to the corners of his eyes, and he tilted his face slightly towards me.

I said, "I came home the other day and found my best friend's clothes on the hanger. You let her hang out at my house again."

"She came by herself." He snorted coldly, "She said she had something to talk to me about."

"What are you talking about?" I hurriedly asked, "About robbing my husband?"

"Don't worry." He dragged out a long ending, and said nonchalantly, "She can't take it away."

I couldn't help being overjoyed, and heard his teasing laughter again: "You won't have a husband soon."

I immediately became annoyed: "I really don't care about anything else, but can you break up with my girlfriend?"

"You two have such a good relationship." He said with a playful face, "She said she regretted hurting you."

"Then why did she come to see you!"

"She said she loves me." He threw away the cigarette butt, but lit another one, and leaned back in the chair with a mocking smile on his face: "So she thought of a compromise. She is willing to be my Mistress, I won't argue with you."

I'm furious!

"She said it herself?"

"Hmm." He smiled and said, "It's really an enviable friendship."

"Can you let her come to the hospital?" I must scold her!

Fanyin is still laughing, isn't she?He made me very happy: "What?"

"I have to make it clear to her, I..." I gritted my teeth and said, "I will never divorce you in my life! I hit her every time I see her!"

He started laughing, and started trembling while laughing, covered his stomach and bent down while trembling, performing what is called "laughing until your stomach hurts" on the spot.

I yelled amidst his laughter: "What are you laughing at! Stop laughing! Who are you having an affair with? You have to be my girlfriend!"

Yes, anger gave me the strength not to be afraid of him!
He suddenly put his arms around my waist and dragged me into his arms while laughing.

"You are so naive." He laughed so hard that his face turned red, his eyes were full of peach blossoms, and he said, "Have you read "Das Kapital"?"

"Read it, what's the matter?"

"Then do you know how much money I have?" His face was close to him, the smell of cigarettes was terrible, but his slightly warm cheeks made me a little dazed.

I couldn't help being in a daze, forgetting what the question needed to be answered.

And he suddenly pressed my face, turned his head and kissed my mouth.I wanted to shrink back, but my back was pressed by his palm, and there was no room for me to retreat.

He kissed very gently, without a trace of sex and violence.He licked my lips lightly, slowly prying open my teeth with the tip of his tongue.I couldn't help wrapping my arms around his neck, and he also pressed the back of my head and hugged my waist tightly.

This long kiss made me almost drunk, but when he let go of my cheek and kissed my ear again, he said quietly: "This is the treatment your friend enjoys."

I fell into an ice cellar and opened my eyes.

He tilted his head and spread his hands triumphantly: "What have you ever given her? Chatted with her about empty days? Treated her to junk restaurants on the side of the road? Give her cheap gifts? As long as I am happy, money is not a problem, romance is not a problem , maybe I will marry her and let her whole family ascend to heaven. What are the consequences of betraying you? Why do you want her to be loyal to you?"

I was shaking with anger, but there was no answer.

He didn't take it seriously, squeezed my shoulder, and said softly: "So wake up, little girl."

I pulled his hand away, suppressed my anger and asked, "So are you planning to break up with her?"

He leaned back in the chair, squinted his eyes and smiled: "No plan."

"Then can you not bring her into my house?"

"No." He was still smiling.

I finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up, clenched my fists and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

He still raised the corner of his mouth: "Laugh at your innocence."

"I'm innocent?" I knew he was mocking my stupidity, what's wrong with my stupidity?At least I haven't become mentally ill: "Please don't instill your fallacies into me! If it's Jinke's law, why did you split into a fairy tale writer? You must be very bitter!"

He smiled and stared at me coldly.

After I finished scolding, I felt that my words were serious, so I couldn't help but take a few steps back and said, "Don't hit people at every turn, bullying little girls is not a real man!"

He didn't speak, and slowly stood up.

I turned to run, but he grabbed my wrist.

I hurriedly broke his fingers, but couldn't do anything, so I had to bite his wrist with a "ahhh".

(End of this chapter)