C9 We No Longer Need Each Other

The answer is, no.

Just like yesterday, Sid saw the tightly shut door of Qiao Yifeng's room. The resentment that he had almost forgotten from his exhaustion gushed out, and he was unable to see what was happening before his eyes.

He went straight out. He used to live almost always in the office, where he had everything he needed, so he could go to the office and rearrange his appearance for the day.

When Wen Cheng saw the boss' expression, he became puzzled again.

Yesterday, he rushed back with his work, and this morning, he left the house in a disorderly manner. What happened last night?

Although Sid did not wash his face nor did it affect his looks in the slightest, his face now stank, which was a stark contrast to last night.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No need."

Sid had no coffee to drink, his head was full of anger, and his mind was still full of energy. He could argue with Joe at any time.

The morning streets were eerily quiet, especially in Sid's high-rise apartment, where no one had been busy so early.

The sound of Joe's suitcase's wheels echoed through the street, echoing even, and in the morning, not to mention the bus, he couldn't even see a taxi, so she pulled the suitcase and walked off in the direction she didn't know.

She forced herself not to look back, not to linger on this relationship.

It was impossible for him to have so much work on a daily basis. Yesterday, Sid had overworked his workload and just the stacked folders alone were enough to bury him. Today, he was free after half a day's work.

Wen Cheng saw him staring blankly at the Microsoft Color Flag wallpaper on the computer desk for a long time, but he still couldn't help but ask.

"Mr. Xi, there are no appointments and no jobs this afternoon. Would you like to go out and relax?"

He had made a name for himself and had achieved great things in his career. Sid was a young master, so of course he had to indulge himself in the city's nighttime activities. He was young and uninhibited.

Unfortunately, Sid could not go.

The bars and nightclubs always had decorations for the occasion, and in some places there were sculptures and wall paintings that Sid couldn't bear to see. Compared to the dizziness he felt from a normal work of art, the counterfeit decorations made him feel more like he had eaten out of date, which made him sick.

As a result, Sid was a person with no recreational activities. His life had originally been in his office, filled with work.

Then he married Jo.

His life became one of working with Joe, quarrelling with Joe, being angry with Joe for his poetry, being bothered by Joe for his poetry, settling the problems Joe got into, and laughing at Joe for his poetical antics.

So it was his habit to go home, even though they'd had a fight last night.

"Let's go home."

Wen Cheng took the lead and drove downstairs to wait.

The aroma of coffee that never appeared in Sid's apartment came from the apartment door, because Joe could not accept it, and Joe, who drank it, would sweat profusely and his heart would beat faster.

Hilde was surprised that she remembered Joe's poem. Today's memory was abnormally clear, as if it were an omen of something.

He pushed the door open and said, "It's you."

There was a new hand-grinded coffee machine on the coffee table in the living room. Bela's taste made her wonder if the coffee machine had a unique appeal.

The box had been thrown into a trash can on one side, but it had already been used. The aroma overflowed and filled the entire space.

Hildeborn was not a nuisance, but he could not help but frown at the thought of someone else living in this room who cared about the smell.

"You brought it?" he asked.

"Would you like a drink?" Pilar poured herself a glass and held it up for Hilde to taste. As a guest she seemed to relax.

"I didn't see the coffee machine when I visited the clinic. I thought a well-known workaholic like Mr. Xi would need coffee to refresh himself. I just happened to see it."

Beira loved the design of the coffee machine and was proud to have it as a gift.

"Joe..." My cousin doesn't like coffee very much. "

"So that's how it is." Bi La nodded with an understanding expression. Then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, she said, "But doesn't Miss Qiao not live here anymore?"

"What did you say?" In a split-second, Xi De's indifferent expression crumbled into the shape of a ferocious beast.

Bi La seemed to be shocked as well, but she knew that Sid's malevolence was not because of her. Her expression became much more relaxed as she stated the current situation, "I see that Miss Qiao has already packed away all her things."

Hilde seemed to not believe him and began to wander around the room to confirm what Bila had said.

In the bathroom, all the pink toiletries that Joe had once thought were too much of an eyesore were gone, along with the games he felt no need to play in his bedroom, and the clothes and books.

Perhaps her suitcase was limited, but Joe's easel was still there, and so was the doll that had taken up so much of her bed.

"Mr. Xi, do you not know?"

Sid's face was covered in dark clouds. Bi La excused himself and said, "Looks like there's no time for you to treat him today." She picked up her bag and stood up to leave.

"Yesterday." Sid opened his mouth to ask something, but Bila couldn't help but stop her steps. "What did you tell her yesterday?" Sid continued.

Hilde needed to know whether Joe was making a fuss about the poem or whether she was really wronged.

"I simply communicated about your illness, but I don't know how Miss Qiao and Mr. Xi's relationship went on. After all, I have a secret responsibility. Miss Qiao seemed to be very interested in my profession, so I gave her a simple psychological diagnosis." Her calm expression was flawless, without a single flaw.

"Qiao Yifeng seems to be very dependent on you. He made a suggestion as to why an adult's mental state is not healthy." "I'm sorry," she said. "I think I may have had a reason for Miss Qiao's departure."

Sure enough, Qiao Qiao used this poem as an excuse to make things worse, did it become the same story as last night?

"I'm fine." Hilde waved her hand, her face revealing fatigue.

"Then I'll leave first. See you later."

Sid glanced at the coffee machine Beila had brought with her. It was lying on the coffee table with a piece of white paper on it, and if it weren't for the contrast between the bright color and the copper-colored coffee machine, Sid would have thrown it out as one of the waste products from the coffee machine.

The selection was in Joe's poetic style, and Sid picked up the coffeemaker and pulled out the paper.

— Since we no longer need each other, let us part, Sid.

— I'll be clear about the divorce agreement from Dad. I'll send it by mail in a few days.