When Song Nanxi woke up, two whole days had passed. Lying on the bed with her eyes open, her mind was in a mess.
I struggled to sit up, but my whole body was weak and I had no strength at all.
"woke up?"
A cold and emotionless voice rang out in the room.
Song Nanxi trembled all over, and painful memories flooded towards her like a tide, drowning her. She almost suffocated and lay stiffly on the bed without moving.
Lu Ting glanced at her with clear eyes, put down the documents in his hand, stood up and walked to the bed. He reached out and wiped her forehead, as if nothing had happened.
"Bang!"
Song Nanxi waved his hand away, stared at him intently, and trembled all over: "Don't touch me! You devil! You will go to hell!"
"Really? Then let's go to hell together."
Lu Tingshen withdrew his hand, looked down at her, and his deep eyes became cold again.
"Lu Tingshen, don't you feel guilty? If you hadn't forced the Song family into a desperate situation with nowhere to turn to, my father wouldn't have died of a sudden heart attack! You, the executioner, will be punished!"
Song Nanxi felt uneasy at his cold gaze and picked up a pillow and threw it at him like a madman.
Lu Tingshen took two steps back to avoid the pillow, and a trace of indifference appeared on his ascetic face: "Song Wei's death has nothing to do with me. He brought this upon himself. No one else can be blamed. You should have a good rest."
After saying that, he turned and strode away.
The cold back was straight and noble. Before Song Nanxi could say the word of divorce, there was a "bang" and the door of the room was slammed shut.
Song Nanxi felt a chill.
She wants a divorce!
After finding the cell phone on the bedside table, she started calling Lu Tingshen. After being hung up three times in a row, the next time I called, I got a busy tone.
Lu Tingshen clearly didn't want to answer her call.
Song Nanxi tightened her grip on the phone, threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and began packing her luggage.
She wants a divorce! She must never stay with this devil again!
"Madam, your high fever has just subsided. Have some porridge first. The husband said..." Mrs. He came in with porridge. Before she finished her words, she ran into Song Nanxi who was about to leave with her luggage.
"Madam, what are you doing..." Mrs. He was shocked. Why was the madam carrying the luggage while she was still seriously ill?
Song Nanxi turned her face away and tightened her hands while dragging the suitcase. She has lived in this villa for seven years. The person she sees most often is Mrs. He, who is really nice to her.
"I want to divorce Lu Tingshen and can't live here anymore. Sister He, take care of yourself." After saying that, she pulled her suitcase and walked out of the villa without looking back.
divorce?
Mrs. He was stunned at first. Her husband had just asked her to cook some porridge and send it to his wife, but he didn't say that his wife was leaving? Madam is still sick!
She quickly put down the porridge she was holding, but when she ran out, Song Nanxi was nowhere to be seen.
Lu Tingshen had just arrived at the company. Song Nanxi had been suffering from a high fever and coma for the past two days, which had delayed a lot of work, so as soon as he arrived at the company, he called a meeting with the heads of various departments.
The marketing director was reporting the sales figures for the quarter when the phone rang.
Seeing the villa's landline phone flashing on the screen, Lu Tingshen's eyes narrowed and he raised his hand to make a pause gesture. If your cell phone is blocked, can you just use your home landline? Song Nanxi, you really do everything you can!
"What's the matter?" There was a hint of impatience in the slightly cold tone.
"Sir! Madam has left with her luggage! I can't stop her! Madam said she wants to divorce you." Mrs. He was a little anxious.
Lu Tingshen's back, which was leaning against the chair, suddenly stiffened. His hand holding the mobile phone suddenly tightened, and a layer of frost suddenly appeared on his handsome face, which was as perfect as a sword and an axe.