After Divorce, I Made Him Regret It Deeply - Chapter 19

It was as if the mockery on my face had stabbed him.

Zhou Jingcheng’s face turned deathly pale.

He stood up from his chair and walked toward me, every step seeming a little difficult.

“But I have never regretted it, Ah Yue. I have never once regretted marrying you. How could you regret it? Didn’t you say before that you would never regret it?”

Just like five years ago, his eyes reddened.

But this time, I would not soften.

“You said it yourself-that was before.”

People change, don’t they?

That much, it was Zhou Jingcheng who taught me.

Now that the boomerang has come back and struck him, why can’t Zhou Jingcheng accept it?

Zhou Jingcheng looked at me, his gaze wounded.

He seemed to want to find something in my eyes.

But he found nothing. His eyes trembled as he looked away, and he asked me again:

“Ah Yue, you’re doing all this because you’re still angry, right?

“You still have me in your heart, that’s why you’re saying those things on purpose. You still love me, don’t you?”

He asked “don’t you” twice in a row.

His eyes earnestly searched my face for any sign.

But I was perfectly calm, even frowning slightly at his questions.

“Love? What is that?”

Two people who have already signed a divorce agreement-what love could there be?

Oh, I did use to love Zhou Jingcheng.

But wasn’t it him who lost it with his own hands?

Mockery flickered in my eyes.

“I don’t! Ah Yue, I don’t. I love you. All those things I said about divorce, I didn’t mean them. I never really wanted to divorce you.”

Zhou Jingcheng argued loudly.

He suddenly held me tightly, repeating himself over and over.

He wanted a response from me.

After all, every hug we’d shared in the past had been so powerful.

But ever since Zhou Jingcheng got together with Lin Manman-

I couldn’t even remember the last time I hugged Zhou Jingcheng.

Zhou Jingcheng didn’t get the response he wanted.

He let go, only to see the coldness in my eyes and on my face.

Panic started to creep in on him. The hands gripping my shoulders began to tremble and sweat.

“Shen Yue, you can’t divorce me. If you dare divorce me, you won’t get a single cent.

“And your mother-I won’t pay another penny to the hospital. She’ll die.”

Zhou Jingcheng “threatened.”

He put on a fierce and cold front, but could not hide the trembling panic in his voice.

I lifted my eyes, calm and cold, staring straight into his.

“Zhou Jingcheng, you probably don’t know-my mother passed away.”

During our separation, I had messaged him.

Before I could even say anything, he blocked me.

Zhou Jingcheng, your words can’t threaten me at all.

If I cared about money, I never would have thrown myself into your arms back when you had nothing.

But deep down, I still resent you so much.

He forgot our love.

He also forgot how my mother had cared for him like her own son.

Zhou Jingcheng didn’t just fail me.

He failed my mother, too.

The office was deathly silent.

I watched as Zhou Jingcheng’s already pale face grew grayer by the second.

The emotions in his eyes seemed frozen.

Shock, confusion, disbelief…

A swirl of complex feelings tangled in his gaze.

“How can that be…”

He muttered.

I reminded him, “You haven’t visited her for two years. Naturally you wouldn’t know.”

Pitifully, my mother was still thinking of me when she died.

And all I could do was hold back my tears time and again and lie to comfort her.

I told her Zhou Jingcheng was busy with work, and that when he was done, he would come see her.

My mother’s death was not an accident.

It was just the oil running dry, the lamp burning out-nothing could save her.

I personally signed the papers to give up treatment.

I held her hand and watched as she quietly drifted into sleep and never woke again.

I handled her affairs all by myself, calmly.

After it was over, I happened to see that video of Zhou Jingcheng and Lin Manman.

Truthfully, I had always wanted to divorce Zhou Jingcheng.

Because I didn’t want to watch myself turn into a lovesick fool.

And my mother’s death-was the last straw.

Zhou Jingcheng, oh Zhou Jingcheng.

How could you possibly know.

From the day you made your mistake and refused to turn back,

the countdown for us had already begun.

Zhou Jingcheng’s body suddenly swayed, he staggered back two steps, nearly unable to stand.

I looked at him, and didn’t forget to remind him.

“If you have any conscience left at all, just let me go.”

To be with you now,

every single minute and second is suffocating me.