Wen Qingyou x Jiang Lingwei (9)
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The apartment completely became a two-person world for Wen Qingyou and Jiang Lingwei.
They thought that the complete integration of their lives would draw each other closer and tighter, but Wen Qingyou didn’t expect that this was the beginning of them drifting apart.
One morning, when the two were getting intimate, Jiang Lingwei suddenly retched and vomited.
She stroked her chest, suppressed the nausea over and over again, and pushed Wen Qingyou away. “Forget it. I’m a little uncomfortable.”
Wen Qingyou watched how she was vomiting and suddenly remembered something. He frowned. “Shouldn’t you be on your period these days?”
Jiang Lingwei snorted. “It didn’t come.”
Wen Qingyou naturally associated this with the biggest possibility. “Are you pregnant?”
There have been several times when they forgot contraceptives. Jiang Lingwei said it was a safe period and did not allow him to use some.
Jiang Lingwei but glanced at him. “How is it possible?”
“Why is it not possible?” Wen Qingyou began to dress. “I’ll take you to the hospital to check if you’re pregnant-”
“There is no ‘if’.” Before Wen Qingyou could finish speaking, Jiang Lingwei directly interrupted his words. “Even if I am, I’ll abort it.”
“…”
Her dry decisiveness made it a little difficult for Wen Qingyou to accept. “Abort?
“Yes.” Jiang Lingwei turned to look at him. Her eyes were cocked up and she smiled, totally unconcerned. “Do you think I’m the kind of woman who would be willing to bring up a child at home?”
Wen Qingyou was so stunned by her words that he didn’t know what to say for a long time.
A few minutes later, he felt that what he had been holding on to was slowly slipping away.
Or maybe, he never had a grip.
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“Lingwei.” His voice sounded a bit mute. “Have you never wanted to have a home with me?”
Jiang Lingwei glanced at him for a moment and then withdrew, smiling with eyes cast down. “Aren’t we good now?”
It was the first time the two talked about this topic after countless happy days had passed.
Marriage, family.
Wen Qingyou didn’t understand Jiang Lingwei’s meaning, or perhaps he did, but he wanted to hear it more directly.
He asked her, “Just like this now?”
“Hmm?”
“Yuyu will marry your brother and they will have a family.”
“That’s them, not us.”
“Don’t you want to get married?”
There was a long silence.
Jiang Lingwei got up from the bed and dressed with an indifferent expression. “I don’t want to.”
Jiang Lingwei has long been a misogamist.
When she was in college in the United States, she worked as a public welfare lawyer in a local women’s association, and she saw too many sad marriages, too many women hurt by marriage, and too many helpless results.
This, coupled with her own personality, had long contributed to the views ingrained in her bones.
She could have love.
But no marriage was required.
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Love didn’t need the constraints of a relationship to prove it.
Each person should be an independent individual.
Getting married and pregnant was also not a task that every woman had to accomplish in life.
She didn’t want to be anyone’s wife, anyone’s mother.
She just wanted to be Jiang Lingwei.
That conversation ended without a hitch.
Jiang Lingwei also found an excuse to leave the apartment.
Between them, an invisible wound slowly festered.
It was a distance that could not be crossed.
Wen Qingyou, like Wen Yu, grew up with a divorced family and a lack of affection. He struggled and fought hard, and his ultimate dream in life was to have a home of his own, to make up for his childhood and his regret for completeness.
He longed for a home, a lover and a child of his own.
But this was completely contrary to Jiang Lingwei’s point of view.
After that day, although the two tried to pretend that nothing had happened, something subtly changed after all.
Wen Qingyou also wanted to live each day as if that conversation had never happened.
At least she was still around.
But maybe God wanted them to face it.
One day, he found a pregnancy test stick in the trash can of the toilet.
The red bar in the display grid was so wet with liquid that the final result could no longer be seen, only a blurred red color appeared, smudged into a halo.
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At that time, a week had passed since Wen Qingyou and Jiang Lingwei talked, which meant that Jiang Lingwei still did not have her period for the week.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have conducted this test inexplicably.
Wen Qingyou called her immediately, and her phone rang several times. However, when it was finally connected, it was a man who spoke.
There was very loud music around, and he could tell where he was just by listening to it.
“Who is looking for Sister Wei?”
Wen Qingyou patiently answered, “I’m her boyfriend. Tell her to pick up the phone.”
The man suddenly chuckled and said, “Who are you? Sister Wei said she doesn’t have a boyfriend. Don’t put f*ckin put a high hat on yourself, hmph!”
Wen Qingyou, who was desperately trying to restrain himself, completely lost his patience.
He hung up the phone, took his car keys directly, and started looking for Jiang Linwei’s favorite bars, one by one.
When he found the third one, he finally saw her figure at a card table.
Many people were surrounding her.
She seemed to have returned to her previous world, indulging in the pleasures of sensuality with reckless abandon.
Across the clamorous wine pool, Wen Qingyou looked at Jiang Lingwei from a distance. At that moment, he knew that some things once said might never be taken back.
He just didn’t want to give up yet.
He walked up to Jiang Lingwei and called her name in front of the crowd, “Lingwei.”
Jiang Lingwei turned around and treated him as one of her playmates, too. She smiled carelessly. “You’re here.”
She even poured him a glass of wine. “Sit.”
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Wen Qingyou didn’t want them to avoid each other like this, and forcefully pulled her outside the bar.
“I have something to ask you.”
Jiang Linwei touched her wrist that was twisted and hurt. “What can’t you ask inside?”
Wen Qingyou took out the pregnancy test stick: “Aren’t you going to tell me the result?”
Jiang Lingwei’s eyes fluttered subtly, but she quickly composed herself.
“Does the result make any difference?”
“Make it clear.” Wen Qingyou restrained himself. “What do you mean?”
Jiang Lingwei didn’t respond immediately. She let the wind blow on her face, and gently smiled. “What if I am pregnant? I said that even if I am, I will abort it.”
Wen Qingyou couldn’t bear it any longer. His eyes reddened, and he put both hands around her shoulders. “Do you know what you’re talking about?”
“Of course I know.” Jiang Lingwei’s eyes suddenly became awfully unfamiliar. “It’s you who doesn’t know.”
She suddenly curled her lips and ruffled her long hair, smiling indifferently. “It’s just for fun. Did you take it too seriously?”
At that moment, the wind seemed to stop flowing, and the air fell into dead silence.
Wen Qingyou almost heard the blood vessels in his heart rupturing. Hot blood raged uncontrollably in his body, and then slowly froze.
His whole heart had lost its temperature.
After a long time, Wen Qingyou slowly unhanded her.
He didn’t say anything.
He backed away step by step, until finally, resolutely and resolutely turned around.
Wen Qingyou x Jiang Lingwei (9)
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The apartment completely became a two-person world for Wen Qingyou and Jiang Lingwei.
They thought that the complete integration of their lives would draw each other closer and tighter, but Wen Qingyou didn’t expect that this was the beginning of them drifting apart.
One morning, when the two were getting intimate, Jiang Lingwei suddenly retched and vomited.
She stroked her chest, suppressed the nausea over and over again, and pushed Wen Qingyou away. “Forget it. I’m a little uncomfortable.”
Wen Qingyou watched how she was vomiting and suddenly remembered something. He frowned. “Shouldn’t you be on your period these days?”
Jiang Lingwei snorted. “It didn’t come.”
Wen Qingyou naturally associated this with the biggest possibility. “Are you pregnant?”
There have been several times when they forgot contraceptives. Jiang Lingwei said it was a safe period and did not allow him to use some.
Jiang Lingwei but glanced at him. “How is it possible?”
“Why is it not possible?” Wen Qingyou began to dress. “I’ll take you to the hospital to check if you’re pregnant-”
“There is no ‘if’.” Before Wen Qingyou could finish speaking, Jiang Lingwei directly interrupted his words. “Even if I am, I’ll abort it.”
“…”
Her dry decisiveness made it a little difficult for Wen Qingyou to accept. “Abort?
“Yes.” Jiang Lingwei turned to look at him. Her eyes were cocked up and she smiled, totally unconcerned. “Do you think I’m the kind of woman who would be willing to bring up a child at home?”
Wen Qingyou was so stunned by her words that he didn’t know what to say for a long time.
A few minutes later, he felt that what he had been holding on to was slowly slipping away.
Or maybe, he never had a grip.
Sponsored Content
“Lingwei.” His voice sounded a bit mute. “Have you never wanted to have a home with me?”
Jiang Lingwei glanced at him for a moment and then withdrew, smiling with eyes cast down. “Aren’t we good now?”
It was the first time the two talked about this topic after countless happy days had passed.
Marriage, family.
Wen Qingyou didn’t understand Jiang Lingwei’s meaning, or perhaps he did, but he wanted to hear it more directly.
He asked her, “Just like this now?”
“Hmm?”
“Yuyu will marry your brother and they will have a family.”
“That’s them, not us.”
“Don’t you want to get married?”
There was a long silence.
Jiang Lingwei got up from the bed and dressed with an indifferent expression. “I don’t want to.”
Jiang Lingwei has long been a misogamist.
When she was in college in the United States, she worked as a public welfare lawyer in a local women’s association, and she saw too many sad marriages, too many women hurt by marriage, and too many helpless results.
This, coupled with her own personality, had long contributed to the views ingrained in her bones.
She could have love.
But no marriage was required.
Sponsored Content
Love didn’t need the constraints of a relationship to prove it.
Each person should be an independent individual.
Getting married and pregnant was also not a task that every woman had to accomplish in life.
She didn’t want to be anyone’s wife, anyone’s mother.
She just wanted to be Jiang Lingwei.
That conversation ended without a hitch.
Jiang Lingwei also found an excuse to leave the apartment.
Between them, an invisible wound slowly festered.
It was a distance that could not be crossed.
Wen Qingyou, like Wen Yu, grew up with a divorced family and a lack of affection. He struggled and fought hard, and his ultimate dream in life was to have a home of his own, to make up for his childhood and his regret for completeness.
He longed for a home, a lover and a child of his own.
But this was completely contrary to Jiang Lingwei’s point of view.
After that day, although the two tried to pretend that nothing had happened, something subtly changed after all.
Wen Qingyou also wanted to live each day as if that conversation had never happened.
At least she was still around.
But maybe God wanted them to face it.
One day, he found a pregnancy test stick in the trash can of the toilet.
The red bar in the display grid was so wet with liquid that the final result could no longer be seen, only a blurred red color appeared, smudged into a halo.
Sponsored Content
At that time, a week had passed since Wen Qingyou and Jiang Lingwei talked, which meant that Jiang Lingwei still did not have her period for the week.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have conducted this test inexplicably.
Wen Qingyou called her immediately, and her phone rang several times. However, when it was finally connected, it was a man who spoke.
There was very loud music around, and he could tell where he was just by listening to it.
“Who is looking for Sister Wei?”
Wen Qingyou patiently answered, “I’m her boyfriend. Tell her to pick up the phone.”
The man suddenly chuckled and said, “Who are you? Sister Wei said she doesn’t have a boyfriend. Don’t put f*ckin put a high hat on yourself, hmph!”
Wen Qingyou, who was desperately trying to restrain himself, completely lost his patience.
He hung up the phone, took his car keys directly, and started looking for Jiang Linwei’s favorite bars, one by one.
When he found the third one, he finally saw her figure at a card table.
Many people were surrounding her.
She seemed to have returned to her previous world, indulging in the pleasures of sensuality with reckless abandon.
Across the clamorous wine pool, Wen Qingyou looked at Jiang Lingwei from a distance. At that moment, he knew that some things once said might never be taken back.
He just didn’t want to give up yet.
He walked up to Jiang Lingwei and called her name in front of the crowd, “Lingwei.”
Jiang Lingwei turned around and treated him as one of her playmates, too. She smiled carelessly. “You’re here.”
She even poured him a glass of wine. “Sit.”
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Wen Qingyou didn’t want them to avoid each other like this, and forcefully pulled her outside the bar.
“I have something to ask you.”
Jiang Linwei touched her wrist that was twisted and hurt. “What can’t you ask inside?”
Wen Qingyou took out the pregnancy test stick: “Aren’t you going to tell me the result?”
Jiang Lingwei’s eyes fluttered subtly, but she quickly composed herself.
“Does the result make any difference?”
“Make it clear.” Wen Qingyou restrained himself. “What do you mean?”
Jiang Lingwei didn’t respond immediately. She let the wind blow on her face, and gently smiled. “What if I am pregnant? I said that even if I am, I will abort it.”
Wen Qingyou couldn’t bear it any longer. His eyes reddened, and he put both hands around her shoulders. “Do you know what you’re talking about?”
“Of course I know.” Jiang Lingwei’s eyes suddenly became awfully unfamiliar. “It’s you who doesn’t know.”
She suddenly curled her lips and ruffled her long hair, smiling indifferently. “It’s just for fun. Did you take it too seriously?”
At that moment, the wind seemed to stop flowing, and the air fell into dead silence.
Wen Qingyou almost heard the blood vessels in his heart rupturing. Hot blood raged uncontrollably in his body, and then slowly froze.
His whole heart had lost its temperature.
After a long time, Wen Qingyou slowly unhanded her.
He didn’t say anything.
He backed away step by step, until finally, resolutely and resolutely turned around.
