C8 Chapter 8

Lian Muqing was at a loss as to what to do. He had never thought that Xia Tinghan would treat him like this one day. His memories were filled with Xia Tinghan's gentle words. From a child to now, Xia Tinghan had changed a lot, but his attitude towards him had not changed.

But now, Lian Muqing was a little panicked, inexplicably panicked. Wasn't he just caught red-handed?! So what? They were already married and had registered abroad. No matter how dissatisfied they were, they were still legal husbands, so what was the point of making a fuss now?

However, Lian Muqing still felt a little annoyed when he looked at Xia Tinghan's indifferent face.

"We can talk about these things later. You need to calm down now. I'll go out and entertain the guests first. Have a good rest. We'll talk when we get home tonight."

Xia Tinghan also felt that it was meaningless for him to vent his anger. Wasn't it just to hurt each other? Why did he feel wronged now? No one would feel sorry for him.

Thinking about his heartache, Xia Tinghan squatted down and wrapped his arms around his legs. Why didn't anyone feel sorry for him? That person was going to love him, and it was his own fault.

He was really impulsive. He had no results in this life, and he couldn't see the future. He had even promised a next life, making people wait for him. How cruel was this endless hope?

Xia Tinghan couldn't help but want to cry. He felt that he was the same as Lian Muqing, a bastard who squandered other people's hearts and didn't cherish them at all. People like them deserved to suffer in hell.

They didn't deserve to have happiness, so they might as well go to hell together.

That night, Lian Muqing wanted to talk to him, but Xia Tinghan made up his mind not to waver. Holding his change of clothes, he slept in the guest room.

Xia Tinghan's father had given him this manor on his eighteenth birthday. He had never let Lian Muqing come here before, and he had always wanted to keep a clean slate. After all, he had already let his father down, and he didn't want to tarnish the last bit of beauty he had left.

However, the wedding room was far too dirty for him. It was where Lian Muqing slept with other people, and even if they wanted to hurt each other, he didn't want to live in such a disgusting place.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Xia Tinghan was busy with his studies, so he handed the company over to his second uncle to take care of.

Lian Muqing was quite patient, and he never mentioned anything about the company to him.

And for a month, Lian Muqing would cook dinner before Xia Tinghan came home. Whether he ate it or not, he would heat up the food and wait there.

Xia Tinghan was really a little shaken. After all, he loved her so much that he almost lost his dignity. Xia Tinghan sometimes thought that maybe they really did break up?

But on second thought, he denied it. Lian Muqing had been acting for three years. He didn't feel any pressure at all if he had to act for another month.

Xia Tinghan had to tell himself in the face of Lian Muqing's tenderness that all of it was illusory, fake, and could not be lost.

However, in the end, he still desired happiness. After a month of cold war, he still went to the table with the sumptuous dinner.

Lian Muqing's expression also changed from anticipation to excitement. He began to pick up the food attentively from the moment Xia Tinghan sat down.

"These are all your favorite. I fished them out when I was putting oil on them, and I see that you've been hoarse lately, and haven't put much salt in them."

Lian Muqing still doted on him as much as before, but Xia Tinghan could no longer tell if this was true or not.