Fog-Filled Heart/C11 He Just Wanted Her to Live
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C11 He Just Wanted Her to Live

(11) He just wants her to live

When Lu Xinpei saw her on the balcony on the second floor, he only felt his eyes brighten as she passed by his line of sight. Her figure spread out before his eyes and disappeared. He chased after her again, seeking her back. She was simple and pure, like a white lotus in a summer pond, and as she walked, she was like a fluttering white butterfly, unconsciously drawing his attention.

And at this moment, he was looking at her from afar, listening to her shallow breathing on the phone, as if he had finally found the courage to reveal that unknown pain, to expose it to the sunlight without reservation.

Actually, the reason why he and Qiao Aishi crashed five years ago was because the two of them were having an intense argument. During that time, Qiao Aishi treated him coldly and warmly, often throwing a tantrum over a small matter. At the beginning, he didn't know what was going on, thinking that the station had overworked and that she was under too much mental pressure. Only one day, when he had come back from his business trip early and booked a restaurant and wrapped a bouquet of roses in a flower shop, did he rush to the door of the office to pick her up and surprise her, only to find her sneaking into another car.

He followed her all the way until he saw her embrace a man and enter a row house on the outskirts of the city.

His heart was in his mouth as he sat in the car. Watching every second after the lights went out through the window, it made him so angry that he wanted to rush in and kill someone. Finally, he threw away his cell phone and sat smoking one cigarette after another, pressing the end of the cigarette into his wrist again and again.

That night was the most shameful and twisted night of his life. That night, he was not a man at all. At most, he was a ghost with a green light above his head!

He drove the car back to the office in a daze. After gathering up some information, he went on a overnight trip to another city.

He would be back in two weeks, just in time for a celebratory feast from one of the program teams in which Qiao Aishi was involved. He didn't have enough time to say anything, so he was prompted to change his clothes by her phone.

On the way home from the restaurant, he had been a bit distracted. Qiao Aishi had drunk a lot of wine and after getting on the car, her words revealed that she was very dissatisfied with his nonchalant attitude during the whole night. He didn't know what she had said, but he suddenly couldn't take it anymore.

When he said those harsh words in one go, even he was shocked, but Qiao Aishi quickly calmed down. It was as if this moment was within her expectations. He had a feeling that she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Since he already knew, Qiao Aishi said he might as well get a divorce.

So, it turned out that he had made her unable to endure it any longer. So, their marriage actually made her so anxious to break away from it.

At that moment, jealousy and humiliation made him crazy!

"Do you really want to get divorced so badly and be with that man in broad daylight?"

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

"Will that man marry you if you divorce me? A man who can't even control his marriage and morals, do you think he will truly cherish you? Qiao Aishi, since when have you become such an ugly woman, blindly distorted by passion, with dirty mind and body? "

Qiao Aishi was finally angered. "I'm ugly, I'm dirty, at least I'm honest with myself, I can't live with you anymore, I don't want to force myself, I don't want to disgust you. So, let's get divorced! "

His voice was getting louder and louder and the accelerator was almost stepped to the bottom. The anger in his heart had already been forced to his throat, "Qiao Aishi, is your conscience eaten by that wild man? "What have I done to you in these years of marriage? What have I done to you?

The faster the car got, the more Qiao Aishi started to panic. She clung to the handrail of the car, but there was not a single trace of regret in her words. "You didn't let me down. "It's all my fault, everything is mine. I don't need your forgiveness for this matter. I only hope that you can agree to a divorce."

"Lu Xinpei, you drove so fast, are you crazy? Stop, stop, I want to get out. "

"Do you know that people go crazy? When you were having fun with that man, did you ever think that someone would be driven mad by you? "

He could actually hear the sound of a whistle in front of him. The snow-like lights in the distance were flickering, and what he saw that night kept flashing in his mind, along with the word "divorce" that she had always kept in mind.

Lu Xinpei clearly remembered the last words he said to Qiao Aishi before the crash: "What, scared? You don't want to die with me? Or you don't want to die as Mrs. Lu. "

It was too late when he let go of the accelerator and stepped on the brake again. An accident was hard to deal with, so he desperately turned the steering wheel while Qiao Aishi screamed in panic, "Lu Xinpei, I just don't love you anymore. Love will run out and it will run out. Is it in your eyes that if I don't love you, I'm guilty and that I should die? "

If Qiao Aishi hadn't rushed to grab the steering wheel, the outcome might have been different, but at that moment, she no longer trusted him. She thought he was going to die with her.

Everyone who had seen the scene of the accident couldn't help but wonder how the wife who wholeheartedly loved her husband managed to turn the wheel in the nick of time, risking her own life to win over her lover's survival chance.

After Qiao Aishi woke up in the hospital, she tried to commit suicide several times. She refused to treat, stopped eating, and pulled out the needle to prick her arteries. She was going abroad. She was going to apply for euthanasia.

Lu Xinpei went to see her for the first time since he could get off the bed. She was wearing an oxygen mask with thick gauze wrapped around her neck. The doctor said that if he was 15 minutes late, he probably wouldn't be able to save her.

He only stayed for a short while before he left the ICU. The nurse pushed him all the way back to his hospital room, and the events of the past seven years replayed in his head like a movie camera. He never doubted that Qiao Aishi had loved him wholeheartedly. Back then, Qiao Zhenye had not thought highly of him and had even opposed their relationship. Qiao Aishi had used all her strength to resist and had not taken a single step into the family for three months before finally forcing Qiao Zhenye to compromise.

Newlyweds, honeymoons, the relatives of the elders on both sides, the worldly wisdom of the family, even when it came to when to have children, they almost never disagreed. He really couldn't understand what had gone wrong that caused her to be so determined to move away from her relationship and fall in love with someone else without the slightest hesitation!

If she was busy, she was even busier than he was, and she had never been a delicate woman. They had their own circles and careers, and he had always thought they had found a steady and comfortable way of getting along.

Had he ignored her? Could it be that this was the so-called seven-year itch?

During his stay in the hospital, he was more depressed than physically wounded. Qiao Zhenye had sent people to look after Qiao Aishi twenty-four hours a day. The large amount of tranquilizer and anesthetic drugs had caused her to be unable to bear the load, and her physical functions had shown a strong rejection and protest.

He finally understood that apart from death, everything else was a small matter.

Qiao Aishi just didn't love him anymore. Was he going to watch her die?

Lu Xinpei fell and crawled into her room. He talked like a madman for the whole night, loving, hating, begging, past, present, and future. He even said that as long as she was willing to wake up and live, he would immediately send that man to see her. He agreed to divorce her. As long as she was alive, he just wanted her alive!

After Qiao Aishi was rescued again, he didn't say anything. She seemed to have completely given up. She no longer resisted, no longer made any noise, and for a long time, she didn't even want to say a single word to anyone. She never mentioned the man again, or the divorce.

They all seemed to be slowly recovering, careful and secretive. A few months later, when Qiao Aishi asked him for the first time if they could go back, he chose to flee to Vancouver.

It was the most split time of his life. He sent Qiao Aishi back to Qiao Zhenye, saying that he would perform the surgery in advance, take out the nail from the leg bone, and then repair his body. When he was done with everything, he would come back to pick her up.

Perhaps he had disguised himself too well, or maybe Qiao Aishi knew better, but she couldn't do anything about it. In short, he left for a while.

For about a month, every time he hung up the long distance call from Qiao Aishi and went to the balcony to smoke, he would see a girl with an Oriental face running past downstairs.

A very young girl, her hair tied high and her height. Often, after he had smoked half a pack of cigarettes, she would come back, sometimes walking, sometimes jogging, but always alone.

Lyi Qingqing later asked him why he had noticed her. Lu Xinpei honestly said it was because he was envious. He envied her youth, envied her for being able to run and jump freely. Her ponytail was swinging back and forth on her shoulders, and the evening sun was dancing on her body.

At that time, she had everything he wanted, youth, vitality, freedom.

His right leg was still recovering, he said.

Without waiting for him to go back and fetch Qiao Aishi, Qiao Zhenye personally sent his daughter over. He almost implored her to be more patient and considerate. He was actively seeking better doctors all over the world and would do anything to make Qiao Aishi recover.

Qiao Zhenye had never begged so humbly in his life, as he had always wanted his most beloved daughter to marry the son of an old subordinate. If not for his presence, Qiao Aishi might already be the dignified mayor's wife.

If she hadn't married him, perhaps everything would have been different today!

Lu Xinpei looked at Qiao Zhenye's white hair and only said one sentence: We are husband and wife!

They were still husband and wife, and it was his duty to take care of her. If it hadn't been for the fact that he'd lost control of himself, they wouldn't have crashed, and she wouldn't have needed a wheelchair for the rest of her life.

But his feelings for her would never return. He would never love her again, like a man to a woman, like a husband to a wife.

In those two years in Vancouver, they had apparently gotten along and respected each other. As Qiao Aishi got used to living in a wheelchair, her enthusiasm for life slowly recovered. She increased her reading and began to try to write some of the domestic essays.

He also continued his mentoring sessions, with some improvement in sleep and headaches. Other than accompanying Qiao Aishi to meet up with Qiao Zhenye through various channels and searching for experts from all over the world, he had also helped Mu Haifeng create some designs.

They both seemed to be working hard to make life new and fulfilling. The only difference was that Qiao Aishi was doing all of this in hopes that he would accept her again. At the very most, he would only be able to find peace in his heart.

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