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Chen Er let out a puff of smoke and leered at him. "Don't tell me you don't want to get divorced?"

"Of course not."

The words that came out of his mouth were too natural, causing Shen Canghao to be stunned. After pondering for a long while, he finally muttered, "After all, the old man likes her, and I'm going to get married eventually. So let's do it this way."

"You …"

Chen Er smiled and shook his head. He looked at him seriously and said, "What if I said that you like her a little?"

"How is that possible? "My heart …"

"You're going to say Sulay?" Chen Er sneered. "Young Master Shen, I just want to ask you one thing. If you love Su Lai so much, why can you still tolerate other men by her side?"

"..." That was her own choice. Since I like her, I should respect her choice … "

His eyes were glazed with depression, and he didn't want to think about those ten days in California.

"You are completely wrong! If you truly love a woman to the death, can you just let her go with someone else without even asking? "

"Yes, I can't do it, but you should know that even if you pester me, I can't do it."

"Then let me ask you, when my sister-in-law wants to get divorced, why are you still struggling to not want to leave?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't leave. I only took into consideration Grandfather's feelings. You also know that his health isn't good …"

"What about after that?"

Chen Er flicked away the ash on his cigarette, and his deep eyes narrowed as he looked at him: "Hao, think about it carefully, why do you have such a different attitude towards my sister-in-law? If you had married your former lovers, would you have placed so much attention on her?"

"It's impossible for me to marry those women. I haven't even thought of marrying them!"

He seemed to be disgusted, and his words were filled with deep disgust.

I just want to tell you that someone like my sister-in-law is very pure and stubborn. She likes you now, but don't let her heart be cold. If one day she really leaves you and you think about her coming back, Young Master Shen, honestly speaking, you will have a hard time.

"If I really get tired of her, I'll just get tired of her. I won't eat the grass when I go back."

He laughed coldly, but his heart couldn't help but tremble.

"And what if Sulay comes back to you?" "She doesn't look too good …"

Chen Er shook his finger, speaking in a disdainful tone.

Shen Canghao was silent. For a time, the only sound that could be heard was the whistling of the wind. Chen Er was a little helpless. What magic did Su Lei actually cast on him? They were really married, yet they were still so haunting!

"With her proud nature, even if she did not live a good life, she would not let me know that she could not stand it when others looked down on him."

He suddenly spoke in a mute manner, and in his mind, Sulay's tears of despair appeared. Sulay, are you serious … As they say, isn't it good?

But in California, why didn't you tell me that what you clearly told me in action was that you and Denisling were in love with each other, that you were so lovingly enviable!

"I hope she is really that proud and aloof!"

Chen Er sneered in a low voice: "Alright, Ah Hao, you should go see sister-in-law."

"Chen Er, how come you and Ah Yang don't like Sulay?" He did not understand, but he still wanted to ask something in the end.

"Feel it." Chen Er lowered his head to stamp out his cigarette and gave a faint smile. "You do like her so much that you feel good about her in your heart. However, as we watched on the side, we felt that Sulay was too good at pretending."

Turning around, he saw Shen Canghao's displeased expression. Chen Er also shut his mouth, "Forget it, I won't say anymore. That's your own matter, you handle it yourself."

He was the only one left on the rooftop, and Shen Canghao couldn't help but feel reluctant. She still insisted that Su Lai couldn't be that kind of person, and what he admired was the way she looked, brimming with talent and pride.

She had been hospitalized for a week and was due to be discharged today. However, she had never seen him before, and since she was in the most luxurious and high-class ward, she had used the most expensive and best. Presumably, he was just feeling guilty and had arranged everything for her.

The stifling feeling on her chest seemed to have eased up a bit, and the red and swollen scars on her back seemed to have been healed a lot under the effects of medicine. Through the curtains, she could see the sunlight outside.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he could see a large bunch of jasmine flowers in a vase on the bedside of his bed. The fragrance was strong but not greasy. It was very soothing.

She didn't even have the strength to laugh. This thought of a divorce never faded, but it only deepened day by day. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, feeling as if someone had pushed open the door.

She did not need to turn around to smell the familiar scent of cologne to know it was him.

Closing his eyes, he pretended to be asleep, but his breathing was disordered.

He came around to sit in front of her. Her thin eyes were hot, as if his eyes were burning her.

She opened her eyes and was stunned. Why did the person in front of her lose so much weight? Even the circles in his eyes were sunken.

She didn't want to worry herself, but she couldn't control herself. She wanted to reach out and touch that unshaven jaw, but she didn't dare. She was afraid that as soon as she touched him, all the strength and decisiveness she had accumulated would immediately vanish into thin air.

"I'll take you home."

His voice was hoarse, as if he was very tired and somewhat weak.

"Is the divorce agreement ready?" She did not answer the question. She clenched her fists tightly to control the trembling of her voice.

"Your body is weak, I've already instructed sister-in-law Qin to use the soup to nourish your body." The light in his eyes dimmed, but his tone remained gentle.

"No need to worry, I can't drink that soup." She turned her face away, fighting back the bitterness in her eyes.

"Grandpa is sick."

He sighed, his tone becoming more and more sorrowful.