Why did he dream of the miserable situation of my previous life?
Qiao Jiusheng did not remember her and Fang Yusheng meeting in her previous life.
She moved her lips, then said with difficulty, “Fang Yusheng.”
“I’m here.” Fang Yusheng had yet to wake up from his sorrow. He sounded somewhat down, and this made Qiao Jiusheng feel terrible.
She forced a smile and said to Fang Yusheng, “I’m still young and beautiful. What are you dreaming about? Are you looking forward to that?” She pretended to be relaxed.
Fang Yu heaved a sigh of relief.
He naturally hoped she would be well.
Since she was still young, this made the “Qiao Jiusheng” in his dream seem too miserable in comparison.
“I’m still busy here, so I’ll hang up first. Let’s talk next time.” Without waiting for Fang Yusheng to answer, Qiao Jiusheng hung up the phone. She was afraid that Fang Yusheng would discover that her mood was off.
After ending the call, she held the telephone, her eyes glassy.
Aunt Jin saw that Qiao Jiusheng’s emotions were a little off, so she softened her tone and asked with concern, “Madam, what’s wrong?”
Qiao Jiusheng shook her head and said, “I’m a little vexed. I’ll go upstairs to rest.”
Aunt Jin watched Qiao Jiusheng go upstairs. She was still a little worried.
Fang Yusheng held his phone and sat on the bed alone. His eyes were wrapped in a white bandage. He was still thinking about that dream.
What a strange dream!
Ah Sheng is still young. So why did I dream about the her in her later years?
The strange thing was that in his dream, he did not know that the woman was Qiao Jiusheng. However, when he woke up, he clearly knew that the miserable woman was Qiao Jiusheng. Actually, he had not told Qiao Jiusheng the complete dream. He actually dreamed a follow-up to that dream.
Fang Yusheng vaguely remembered that he was not blind in this dream. When his people discovered the miserable woman, no one knew her identity. They only knew that the Second Young Mistress had locked her up. Fang Yusheng ordered his people to investigate her identity, but they found nothing.
Someone then asked him how to deal with the woman since the Second Young Mistress had departed. After thinking about it, Fang Yusheng asked the old lady who had been taking care of the woman for a long time to bring her out of the house and admit her into a nursing home.
For some reason, he was always worried about the woman’s condition. Hence, every year after that incident, he would donate a sum of money to the nursing home’s dean. He would ask the dean to care for and accompany the miserable old woman who had lost her tongue.
Fang Yusheng touched his chest. It hurts.
He felt sad.
The reason for his sadness was not that the woman in his dream looked scary. He was sad that he had not recognized her and did not protect her well.
“It’s just a dream.” Fang Yusheng sighed and lay down again. However, no matter how much he tossed and turned, he could not fall asleep.
***
In the afternoon, Qiao Jiuyin dejectedly returned home.
Usually, when Fang Mu was at work, only she and the servants were at home. But today, Qiao Jiuyin stood in the wide and open hall of the villa. She looked up at the big house and felt that it was too empty.
It was empty and cold.
“Madam, why did you get hospitalized today?” The woman responsible for taking care of Qiao Jiuyin’s food and clothes was a little surprised to see her return.
She had heard about Qiao Jiuyin’s experience at the hospital the previous day.
Naturally, she had thought that Qiao Jiuyin would stay in the hospital for a few more days.
“I’m fine, so I’ll go back first.” As she spoke, Qiao Jiuyin planned to get a cup of water.
When they brushed past each other, the woman noticed that Qiao Jiuyin’s hand was wrapped in gauze. She could not help but ask in surprise, “Madam, are you injured?”
Qiao Jiuyin was just about to say that she was fine when she heard the woman nagging something. “Sir loves you so much. When he comes back, his heart will ache on seeing you injured. Sir looks cold, but he cares about you deep down.”
Qiao Jiuyin bitterly smiled.
If not for this face that looks exactly like Qiao Jiusheng’s, he probably would not have looked at me.
Without saying anything, Qiao Jiuyin went into the kitchen to pour a cup of water. Just as she took a sip, she heard the butler’s voice come from the door. “Sir, you’re back.”
A shadow walked inside the house. Qiao Jiuyin looked up and saw Fang Mu’s cold face.
“Everyone, leave,” Fang Mu said to the others.
No one dared to make a sound. They lowered their heads, went out, stood outside the door, and looked at each other.
Only Fang Mu and Qiao Jiuyin were left in the room.
Qiao Jiuyin looked at Fang Mu’s dark face and got a hunch that what he was about to say was not something she could withstand.
“Qiao Jiuyin, divorce.”
As expected.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Jiuyin, who felt like she had been sentenced to death, was no longer nervous and panicked. She calmly smiled, but her eyes were red. “Even if I use the children as a bargaining chip, you’re still determined to divorce, right?”
Fang Mu looked at her stomach in disdain and remained unmoved.
His reaction gave Qiao Jiuyin an answer.
“I understand.”
Qiao Jiuyin put down the cup and walked past Fang Mu to leave the kitchen.
Fang Mu frowned and turned to look at her back. He coldly said, “Let’s talk about the divorce agreement.”
He’s really impatient.
The last hope in Qiao Jiuyin’s heart completely died down.
“Talk?” She turned around and expressionlessly looked at Fang Mu. In the end, she said, “But I don’t plan to be a single mother.”
Fang Mu frowned. “You’re unwilling to divorce?”
“Of course, I am.” How could she stand tall if everyone knew what she had done?
“You can’t refuse,” Fang Mu said.
“Ha…” Qiao Jiuyin walked up to Fang Mu step by step. She looked up at him and suddenly flashed a sadistic smile at him. “Brother Mu, you can’t divorce me. ”
Sarcasm appeared in Fang Mu’s eyes. He said, “I don’t care what others think, nor do I care about cutting off all business contact with your Qiao family.”
Qiao Jiuyin asked, “Then, will you care if the entire world knows about your past?”
