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Chutian took me to the hospital, where my wounds were treated briefly. After that, he drove me straight home. Throughout the journey, his phone rang incessantly, and eventually, he just turned it off. I lay on the bed, facing away from him, and calmly said, "You should go back and take care of your own things."
Chutian was silent for a moment before replying, "From now on, I won't call you again." I closed my eyes and didn't respond.
When Chutian left, the bedroom door was closed. I slept until nine in the evening and woke up to find Chutian still in the living room. He was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, with a hint of crimson between his fingers. When he saw me come out, he extinguished his cigarette and asked, "Should I make some porridge for you?"
"Chutian, let's get a divorce!" I mustered the courage to speak.
Chutian raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Reason?"
"I hate you," I said, looking directly into his eyes.
Chutian was taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter. "What kind of reason is that?"
"Yin Yin, you love me. You also said that if one day I stop loving you, you would leave obediently."
"You..." I was furious. "That was in the past; now I'm not willing anymore, okay?"
"Chutian, you're a jerk! I absolutely hate you!"
"Chutian, you big jerk! I despise you!"
After venting my emotions unilaterally, I finally felt a bit better. Turning my head, I saw Chutian quietly watching me.
I suddenly felt a bit awkward. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're quite cute," Chutian said, raising the corner of his mouth.
"Yin Yin, if you're unhappy in the future, just scold me. Don't keep it bottled up inside."
I rolled my eyes. "Who wants to scold you? I'm not Jiang Wan."
"He Yinyin, my relationship with Jiang Wan isn't what you think." Chutian sounded somewhat helpless.
"What do you mean by that?" I pressed on aggressively.
"You've spent the night together, had meals together, traveled together, worked together..."
"Which of those haven't we done? Chutian, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"
Chutian opened his mouth but finally just sighed. "I'll sleep in the guest room. You should rest early."
The next morning, I sent a text message to the director apologizing.
The director replied: "You don't need to come anymore; this is Chutian's decision."
I quickly called Chutian, questioning him about making such a decision on his own.
Chutian was silent for a moment. "I'm earning money for you to spend."
I laughed in anger. "Who asked you to earn money for me? Chutian, I want a divorce!"
"No divorce."
"Then I'll sue you!" I threatened fiercely.
For the next half month, my work was gradually canceled.
I knew this was Chutian's punishment for me.
But I couldn't find him or get in touch with him.
I could only seek help from a lawyer to get a divorce, but those lawyers always backed out at the last minute and refused my case.
At that moment, I finally understood that Chutian didn't care about me at all.
He is just enjoying the fun of my struggle. The final audition notice for the movie "Lake Light" has arrived, and I am thrilled. This film has a strong cast, with half of the investment coming from foreign sources. This is also the reason why Chutian cannot interfere. This is my first victory in this battle.
At the audition, I saw Jiang Wan. Her agent followed closely behind me, mocking: "Miss He, this movie can't be won just with acting skills." "The leading lady needs to have status, do you understand?" Jiang Wan smiled at me: "Don't say that. Yin Yin is Chutian's wife, so Chutian will definitely support her." "Last night, Chutian told me that the leading lady would definitely be me."
I smiled and said, "Jiang Wan, I will divorce Chutian." "Oh?" Jiang Wan was taken aback, "Did Chutian agree?" "No," I shrugged, "But if you have the ability to make him marry you, I would admire you." "After all, a woman who actively seeks to be a mistress is not ordinary." Jiang Wan's expression turned sour.
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