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Huo Jincheng's response was to summon a waiter and order a new set of tableware.
He wanted to order something new.
Jian Yunong put down her utensils and took a napkin to wipe her lips. "You can eat by yourself."
She was going to find Mist Shenshen.
Or, it would be fine to go home alone!
In any case, Jian Yunong did not want to stay with Huo Jincheng.
"Sit down."
Huo Jincheng looked up coldly, his flat tone leaving no room for refusal.
"Are you ordering me?"
Jian Yunong leaned her hands on the table. "Mr. Huo, do you still think I'm your little secretary at your company? Sorry, I've already resigned. I also signed the divorce agreement back then. That is my stance. I am very, very willing to divorce you."
"I know my mom used underhanded tactics to force you."
"No. She didn't use any underhanded tactics to force me."
Jian Yunong curled her lips into a mocking, indifferent smile.
Force?
Jian Yunong thought that the things Huo's mother did could be better described with the word disgusting.
But that was Huo Jincheng's mother. It was not Jian Yunong's upbringing to insult someone else's mother in front of their child.
Huo Jincheng directly grabbed Jian Yunong's wrist, saying, "Will you sit across from me or in my lap? You choose."
Jian Yunong glared at him fiercely, preparing to call for help, but Huo Jincheng saw through her intentions and sneered, "This restaurant is filled with my people inside and out. If you want to call someone to come and watch, feel free to shout."
Jian Yunong frowned, "Fine, I choose to have a proper conversation with you."
Without any hesitation, she chose to back down, showing her awareness of the situation.
Jian Yunong sat back down and picked up her knife and fork again. "You see, if we were enemies, I might have already stabbed your carotid artery with this knife. You could be meeting your maker by now."
How could he still have the nerve to threaten her?
Huo Jincheng's expression remained calm. "Then you can try. Can you find the carotid artery? Should I take off my clothes to make it easier for you to stab? Can't bring yourself to do it? Do you want to change locations? We could go to the hotel next door?"
"Who would want to go to a hotel with you?"
Jian Yunong shot him a glare.
Huo Jincheng's smile was shallow. "Do you know how to make a quick kill with a knife? You need to strike when the blood is circulating fastest, which is when someone is excited. It's actually quite easy to excite a man; on the bed, just as he's about to reach his peak, one stab could splatter blood on the ceiling."
Jian Yunong couldn't help but shiver at his description.
"We could try it on the bed."
Huo Jincheng smiled at her, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Jian Yunong narrowed her eyes in displeasure. "I'm not interested in killing you. We don't have that deep of a grudge between us."
"Then why did you leave me?"
Huo Jincheng replied coldly, his voice slightly raised in questioning. "No grudges, no resentment, yet you disappeared for five years? I see your hatred for me runs particularly deep."
Jian Yunong lowered her head and took a shallow sip of water. "I couldn't go on, so I got a divorce. You know my bottom line, but you trampled all over it."
"Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
Huo Jincheng's aura grew colder. "In your eyes, am I that kind of person?"
"Actually, wanting to break up doesn't require any reason. Anything can become a reason. I just felt that being with you was really exhausting. Fortunately, we had a hidden marriage; otherwise, I would have become the laughingstock of the world."
Jian Yunong shook her head. "Huo Jincheng, you are indeed a good person. But I can't continue to gamble on this; human nature can't withstand testing. Feelings are the same! What I want is a simple and peaceful relationship, not one where your mother or someone else is always trying to interfere and break us apart at any moment. Maybe you can resist for a day or even a year, but can you resist for five years?"
"Just five years! I wanted to spend my life with you! What does five years count for?" Huo Jincheng sneered.
Jian Yunong tried to keep her tone as neutral as possible, not wanting to provoke Huo Jincheng. "I can't have children. I can't bear kids; do you want to keep opposing me and your entire family because of that? Yes, it's just five years, which isn't long compared to a lifetime. But what if in ten or twenty years, everyone else has children? You are the heir of the Huo Family, yet you have no son or daughter; would you still think our relationship is important?"
"We could adopt a child."
"You know I have a mental cleanliness obsession; I absolutely won't allow you to have children with someone else."
Jian Yunong interrupted him almost cruelly. "Don't think that just because I love you, I would be soft-hearted about you having no heirs and letting you have children with another woman. I can't do that. I'm actually a very selfish person. But I don't want you to hate me because of my selfishness. So I'd rather divorce you. Although at that time you hated me, I believe as time passes, you'll understand me. This is better for both of us. Love is just a part of life; it’s not everything. You taught me to pursue my dreams. I feel like I'm doing well now, and I hope you're doing well too."
Huo Jincheng's expression grew increasingly grim. "Saying such nice things..."
"Do you think what I said was harsh?"
This man is really difficult to deal with.
Jian Yunong smiled and decided to say something truly harsh, "You're right, these are all my grand excuses. The real reason is... I've fallen in love with someone else."
Crash.
The sound of dishes shattering on the floor was piercing.
Jian Yunong's eyelashes fluttered lightly, "You have such a bad temper. You complain that I speak nicely, but when I say something harsh, you start throwing things. After five years, you're still the same..."
There was no response; the restaurant was empty. Huo Jincheng had already left.
When Mist Shenshen returned, she saw this scene and her expression turned grim.
"Jian Yunong... do you really have no chance with him anymore?" Mist Shenshen crossed her arms, "Do you really not love him anymore?"
"Auntie, I'm not worthy of him. Just think of it that way."
Mist Shenshen hesitated several times to speak but seeing Jian Yunong's expression of not wanting to listen to anything, she chose silence.
Mist Shenshen returned to her country the next day.
Jian Yunong saw her off at the airport.
At the entrance, Mist Shenshen kept holding her hand to confirm, "You will definitely come back for my wedding."
"I will definitely come back. Don't worry, Aunt."
Before, it was to avoid the Huo Family, but now that everything is out in the open, Jian Yunong no longer wants to hide.
"You can also bring that mysterious gentleman along. Let Aunt meet him... After all, he is my lifesaver."
"I'll ask him if he has time."
Time has always been very busy.
Jian Yunong is in Apple City, while Time lives in Rome.
In Time's words, getting too close to him would not be beneficial for Jian Yunong's life.
Jian Yunong plans to call Time when she gets home.
As soon as she enters, she hears the servant say that Mr. Shi has arrived.
The sound of the piano comes from the Piano Room.
Jian Yunong stands by the door and listens quietly for a while. The piano music transitions from passionate to tranquil, with the final notes lingering in the air.
Time slowly lowers his hands. "You're back?"
"That was a beautiful piece. What's its name?"
"The Prayer of a Young Girl."
Time got up and said, "This is my dad's favorite piece."
It was the first time Jian Yunong heard Time mention family.
"Is your dad a pianist?"
"No."
Time stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, from this angle she could see the flowers in the backyard, vibrant and flourishing, a result of Jian Yunong's hard work.
She enjoyed tending to these plants; even if they were dirty, she didn't mind.
Perhaps because the plants looked beautiful, Time was in a good mood and willing to chat with Jian Yunong. "My mother is a pianist."
In Jian Yunong's mind, an image appeared of Time's mother playing the piano while Time's father held Time as they listened together.
"No wonder you play the piano so well."
Time spoke little, and Jian Yunong didn't want the atmosphere to turn cold. Compliments seemed to be the only way to keep the mood harmonious.
"My mom never taught me," Time replied casually. "My father taught me how to play."
Jian Yunong chuckled awkwardly, feeling that their conversation had hit a dead end.
"Wow, then your dad must be really impressive, not just anyone," Jian Yunong said dryly.
"He is quite impressive," Time replied flatly. "He killed my mom; he's not just anyone."
Jian Yunong: "..."
She really couldn't find the words.
So this is why Time has psychological issues?
Born into an unhappy family?
Jian Yunong found herself overthinking for a moment.
Although she had known Time for five years, longer than she had known Huo Jincheng, and Time had helped her a lot, he had always been a truly mysterious man. All she knew was that he was a Chinese-Italian, very impressive, with connections that exceeded her imagination.
"Why didn't you leave with Huo Jincheng today?"
Time turned around, his light-colored eyes looking over, an overwhelming sense of pressure coming at her.
Jian Yunong averted her gaze. "It's been five years; living like this isn't so bad."
"Are you sure it's not bad?"
Time walked in front of Jian Yunong. "Then why won't you accept me?"
Faced with Time's accusation, Jian Yunong pretended to be clueless. "Are you pursuing me? I don't feel anything at all."
Five years, meeting once or twice a year—was this considered pursuing?
Such a thought process was something Jian Yunong couldn't agree with.
Time suddenly placed a hand on Jian Yunong's waist.
Instinctively, Jian Yunong jumped to the side to avoid it.
Time smiled faintly, "You can fool others, but you can't fool your own body."
Jian Yunong showed an embarrassed expression, "I was startled by you."
"Enough."
Time was too lazy to expose Jian Yunong, "I don't want to see you vomit."
Jian Yunong sighed softly, shoulders drooping, "Honestly, I can't change this habit of mine. How about..."
"Don't!"
Time refused to develop anything further with Jian Yunong, "Some people are meant to be admired from a distance."
The implication was clear: I can't stand your habit of throwing up at any moment.
Time looked at Jian Yunong, "Actually, I think Huo Jincheng is quite good; at least he can tolerate the fact that you throw up all the time. Just for that, I think he's not an ordinary person."
"Are you saying he has a strange taste? Am I really that bad?"
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