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His dark pupils dilated slightly, and the call was cut off.

Jiang Jianxin didn't call back. An Ning stared absentmindedly at the slowly dimming screen. She let out a self-deprecating laugh. What was she waiting for?

She had thought he wouldn't love her.

It turned out that he would also play a video for someone late at night, silently allowing that woman to visit him. In fact, he was even hugging that person in front of her, not caring that she was right behind him …

Wasn't this enough to show that he didn't have a shred of love for her?

When the woman came over, her heart was in turmoil.

The message she sent caused her to feel both disappointed and fearful.

An Ning touched her heart. She suddenly felt envious of that woman, and was even a little jealous of her!

Had she fallen in love with Jiang Jian?

The phone vibrated. An Ning hung up the sharp ringtone, and it started to clamor again.

"Miss An, do you mind if I call you that?" I am Ji Mingzhen. "

An Ning was silent.

"Have you seen my message before, Miss An?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll record it?"

"..." "Of course you can do that and show it to me." Ji Mingzhen's voice was a bit sluggish, yet it carried a trace of contempt and disapproval.

"I will. After all, Miss Ji isn't afraid of being criticized for saying those 'heart's thoughts' to a married woman, right?"

An Ning pursed her lips as she heard the sound of panting breathing on the other side.

But soon, Ji Mingzhen calmed down.

"Miss An, do you know why Xihan and I separated three years ago, and why he didn't break up with me after he married you? He is definitely not a philanderer. He will not be tempted by you if he guards me. He doesn't love you, does he? "

"When he spoke to you, was he focused? Will his heart speed up when he hugs you? Can you feel his love when he kisses you? "

Ji Mingzhen's tone was clearly dull, but every word she spoke mercilessly tore apart An Ning's cowering heart.

No, not even. She closed her eyes, unable to deny it.

The more silent An Ning was, the more Ji Ming felt as if she easily destroyed An Ning's heart. It could be seen that what she said was the truth. She didn't say anything else. With a smile, she said warmly to her, "Miss An, you must be going to sleep. I won't disturb you any longer."

The screen went dark. An Ning's heart seemed to have sunk into a very dark valley. She couldn't see the light of day.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Jia felt very uneasy. He hurried home, opened the door with a pale face, and searched around a few places. Finally, he pushed open the bathroom door with all his might.

An Ning's body was immersed in the hot water. She leaned against the edge of the bathtub, the folded white towel on her forehead. The misty water vapor made her feel like she was trapped in a deathly still dream. Her eyes were half open, unfocused, and unfocused. The light at the bottom of her eyes was dark and gloomy to the point where it made one's heart palpitate.

Jiang Jia's cold heart sank. This An Ning was unfamiliar and miserable. He calmed his flustered mind, walked over to her and held her bare shoulder, "An Ning, what happened to you?"

An Ning let out a shocking sentence from her bright red lips that had been evaporated by the water vapor.

"Let's get divorced."

After hearing An Ning casually say that she was going to get divorced, Jiang Ji subconsciously grabbed her shoulders with a dark look in her eyes.

An Ning wanted to get a divorce. Did she want to leave him?

This kind of feeling was completely different from the feeling of loss when he had honestly left him at his age.

He was lost in the inexplicable confusion and anger.

An Ning's mind seemed to wander off into the horizon.

At the time, without a vow of marriage, the man had simply said, "Let's get married, she's become Mrs. Jiang."

Now, An-Ning wanted him to treat marriage as if it were a cold deal.

She was too tired to lie to herself.

Subconsciously, she avoided meeting the man's gaze.

Jiang Jia Han let go of her shoulders and held her small chin with one hand, while with the other he pulled her arm out of the water. With a stern and fierce expression, he kissed her, and his voice clearly transmitted between their lips: "I won't divorce you!"

An Ning allowed him to kiss her as he wished, tears streaming down her face.

Her tears made Jiang Jia freeze.

As long as he didn't agree, this marriage would be unbreakable. But why did he have the urge to erase her thoughts?

"Jiang Xianhan, didn't you say you didn't love me? If you were divorced, you would be free. Why not?"

Based on what he had thought three years ago, he could easily explain why he had married An Ning. Of course, it was not out of love … He opened his mouth, but did not reply.

"The divorce... "Let me think."

Jiang Jia turned around coldly. His footsteps became slightly disordered, and he ran out of the bathroom as if he were fleeing for his life.

An Ning closed her eyes and raised her head, her lips slightly parted. Warm water flowed from her face into the bathtub. The water dripped down and soaked the ground.

After seven consecutive days of autumn rain to remove the remaining heat from the air, a patch of bright yellow evening primrose gradually appeared outside the villa after the clear sky.

In the late autumn, An Ning set up a drawing board on the balcony on the second floor. The afterglow of the setting sun, accompanied by faint yellow emotions, rested on the drawing paper covered with evening primrose.

When An Ning returned to her room, she found her phone on the balcony. When she went back to get it, she caught a glimpse of a silver car parked downstairs... An Ning was surprised.

Why is he back now?

After all, Jiang Xiushan would only show up so suddenly if she needed to, even though it was very rare.

Soon, An Ning found out the reason. Jiang Jia came in and only said one sentence: "I'll stay here tonight. Mom is in the hospital. Tomorrow we'll go visit her."

When she was led into the ward by Jiang Jianhan, she tried not to pay attention to the waves in her heart due to the intimate behavior of the man.

After Jiang Jia carefully covered his sleeping mother with the quilt, his cell phone vibrated. Under An Ning's gaze, he answered, "Okay, I'll go." Jiang Jia then hung up the phone and said that he would be out for a while.

Within the ward, An Ning was watching her mother sleep by herself. Suddenly, she thought of something and smiled mockingly.

Since his mother was sick and had such a good opportunity to get close to the Jiang family, would some people be able to resist?

The mocking smile on An Ning's face had yet to fade away when the sounds of bustling footsteps grew closer and closer. The next moment, the door to the ward was pushed open …

The two people were a mother and daughter with pretty faces. When they saw An Ning sitting alone, both of them raised the corners of their mouths in disdain.

An Ning didn't seem surprised at all as she looked at the newcomer. "You're here?"