Why are you so gentle, making it hard for me to leave...

  It's really a blank divorce agreement form.

  Only the five words "Divorce Agreement" are written in the middle of the top, and below is a blank space.

  She stretched out her fingertips, picked it up, and stared at the five words on it in a daze.

  She suddenly turned around and glanced at the French-style grandfather clock on the wall. It was four thirty, usually she would return at six, so she should still have an hour and a half to herself.

  She looked left and right, then found a black pen. She sat down at the desk on one side, thinking hard with all her might. After a while, she finally started writing.

  "Rong Qian, I hope you're happy and find a woman who is a hundred times wiser than me, a thousand times more understanding than me, and loves you dearly..." She wrote, then tilted her head to glance over - Alas, Rong Qian would be too moved by this, and might not want to let her go...

  She rewrote it, thinking for a moment before writing: "I'm sorry, I was too reckless. Too self-righteous, too selfish. For my own sake of getting married, I let you marry me in a daze. I was naive and childish and ridiculous, letting you not get the respect a man should have in marriage. But now that I've come to my senses, I don't want to drag down your happiness, so let's break up..." She couldn't write any further. Why did she have to make herself sound so bad, so crude, so shallow, leaving him with such a terrible impression? No way.

  Then she went to print it out and wrote: "I came lightly, and I left lightly, without taking a single cloud with me." After writing just one sentence, she withdrew. Writing like this, Rong Qian still thought she was perfunctory towards him. He also thought that she was playing tricks on him, thinking that she was joking with him.

  She leaned back in her chair, covering her face with both hands - alas, how could she write to express her current mood and yet leave no impression on Rong Qian?

  She hopes he is happy, with a virtuous wife and filial children, living in harmony.

  After tossing about for half a day, Qiao Yunxue suddenly stood up. Puffing out her cheeks and staring blankly at the divorce agreement, she bent down and signed her name "Qiao Yunxue" neatly on the bottom right corner of the page, leaving the rest of the page blank.

  Rong Qian is such a reliable man, she's willing to believe him. Whatever conditions he wants to add, let him add them!

  Anyway, I won't treat her unfairly.

  She got up and looked around the study, thinking about where to put it. She didn't want him to see it immediately, but she also didn't want him not to see it at all. He spent his days in the study, so if she put it here, Rong Qian would easily discover it.

  Qiao Yunxue came to the bedroom with a luggage bag in one hand and a "contract" in the other. She looked around the room, finally stopping at the dresser.

  He is a man who pays attention to his appearance, although he doesn't say that he wants to make himself look lovable to everyone, at least he looks clean and refreshing. Therefore, the probability of him using a dressing table is relatively high.

  But isn't the probability too high? Will she still not leave before he finds out?

  It's really frustrating...

  Frowning in thought, I heard the sound of the living room door opening. Then footsteps came.

  Swallow? The footsteps of a swallow aren't so loud.

  Rong Qian? Rong Qian has always been punctual and leaves work at 6 o'clock, now it's not even 5 o'clock yet, how could he suddenly come home so early?

  How did he see through her worries?

  Her heart skipped a beat, and her travel bag almost fell open. Qiao Yunxue looked around hastily, her eyes shining brightly as she quickly opened the bedside cabinet. Catching sight of that half-read book "The Beginning of Human", without thinking twice, she tucked the signed blank agreement into it.

  She looked at the travel bag in her hand and quickly ran up to the balcony, hiding herself behind the wall.

  It was indeed Rong Qian. He gazed at the steaming dishes on the table, which were covered with large bowls, and let out a gentle sigh of relief.

  There is no one in the kitchen.

  The bathroom and room were both empty.

  Back in the living room, he glanced at the food on the table and walked towards the master bedroom with a steady and powerful pace. He took out his phone as if to make a call.

  Qiao Yunxue clutched her travel bag tightly. If it was his call, as soon as the phone rang, she would immediately appear in front of him.

  Then how is she going to explain the travel bag in her arm...

  Rong Qian dialed the number, pressed the green button, and then frowned and hung up again. She liked being carefree and wouldn't appreciate his probing. Although she was a bit off today, he should give her time to vent her frustrations.

  Look, there's still a covered hot farmhouse stir-fry on the table...

  Rong Qian entered the restroom.

  As soon as she saw Rong Qian enter the bathroom, Qiao Yunxue quickly exited the bedroom, opened the door and closed it gently. She stood at the entrance for three seconds before stepping into the elevator.

  All the way to Oil Painting Village, facing the slightly chilly sunset on a winter day, she took out her phone. Taking a deep breath, a faint smile appeared: "Rong Qian——"

  "Where are you?" came a gentle and warm voice, "The swallow is back, dinner is ready."

  In a flat and calm tone, with a flat and calm voice, but she felt a warmth in her heart, and then a slight awkwardness. Taking a deep breath, sniffing her nose, she replied in a light and quick tone: "Rong Qian, I still have almost a month of vacation left that I haven't taken off, right? You said before that if I want to take time off, I just need to tell you, right?"

  "Uh-huh." Rong Qian's voice was unusually gentle, "When I'm free, we can take a break together."

  "No way!" she said with a pout. "I want to go for a walk alone, wherever I want to go. I've already signed up for the group tour. It might be many days. You won't get mad at me, will you?"

  He furrowed his brow, humbly glanced at the dishes on the table, and nodded: "It's now late afternoon."

  "Uh, now is a good time for cheap tickets." She said with reason, "How about it?"

  "Cloud and Snow!" Of course, it wasn't too good. Although she had been alone outside for a whole year before, she had already learned to survive on her own. But now that she was married, being alone again and drifting around the world really didn't seem quite right.

  Qiao Yunxue gritted her teeth and said softly: "Can't you just trust me once? I've been waiting at the airport..."

  "...he gently stroked her forehead, he needed her trust most. But she was unusually...

  "Hurry up and come back. The swallow likes the food you made." Rong Qian instructed, hung up the phone, came to the balcony, and gazed deeply for a while. Knowing that her sudden "clearing of mind" must have something to do with it, he couldn't force her to stay...

  "Sister-in-law, where are you going?" Yanzai was already enjoying the farmer's small stir-fried meat with rice, eating and drooling at the same time. Number one greedy cat.

  Rong Qian walked towards the room: "Nothing's wrong, she just wants to go out for a stroll."

  He came to the master bedroom, casually put on a suit and went out facing the outside.

  He drove his Audi and rushed to the airport.

  She can go out for a trip, but she has to tell him where she's going. But apparently, she doesn't want to say, so he'll take her there himself and check on her itinerary at the same time.

  Jiao Yunxue let out a long sigh after hanging up the phone. Well, this way Rong Qian wouldn't suspect her mother's side. Thinking so, she quickened her pace and headed towards Oil Painting Street.

  The entire city is a sleepless city, but the Oil Painting Street still follows the law of getting up with the sun and resting with the sunset. Walking on the Oil Painting Street, although everyone has not closed yet, they have already started to tidy up their paintings.

  She wandered around the alley entrance for a while, until the sunset disappeared, and heard the sound of shop doors closing one after another in Oil Painting Village. Feeling that she could now avoid prying eyes, she quickly crossed the main street and headed towards Sunset Gallery.

  As they passed by the intersection, Qiao Yunxue suddenly dodged sideways and slipped into a nearby alley.

  It's so late, what is Luo Shaofan and a group of people doing standing there?

  One by one, the suits are covered with leather, extremely straight and natural in momentum.

  A flash in her mind, it seemed that Luo Shaofeng had made this move several months ago, wandering around Oil Painting Street with these people. Luo Shaofeng didn't have any time to waste, so what were they doing?

  She tapped her forehead, but it seemed useless. She couldn't figure out what they were going to do, and now even getting past them was a bit of a hassle. But the intersection was unavoidable...

  She took a glance at that group of people, puffed out her chest, and walked past Luo Shaofan's side with elegant steps as if nothing was wrong.

  Luo Shaobo's slender eyes were fixed on the travel bag on her shoulder, with a faint surprise. He glanced at the travel bag, smiled slightly, and continued to discuss something with the wealthy people around him. However, his gaze followed her slender figure.

  He walked along the corridor of sunset paintings, and Luo Shaofeng's line of sight slowly returned.

  "Mom, I'm back," Qiao Yunxue said and went upstairs.

  Xia Xinqin walked out of the kitchen and found no one there. She looked back at the second floor, feeling a bit strange: "Yunxue, why are you carrying a bag? Where's Rongqian?"

  "Mom, I'm going traveling. I'll go tomorrow, and I'll stay here with you for one night first, it's convenient to take the bus to the airport from here." Qiao Yunxue's voice came, but she had already disappeared.

  "Yātóu..." Xia Xīn Qín felt a bit uneasy and directly washed her hands before following her daughter in.

  Sitting beside her daughter's bed, Xia Xinqin nervously grasped her daughter's arm: "Why did you come back home alone with your backpack on? Did you have a fight with Rong Qian?"

  "Mom, that's impossible!" Qiao Yunxue burst out laughing. "I really want to go out and travel, coincidentally I have a 20-day vacation, I thought of going to the places I've been longing for. Like Sanya, Guilin, I've thought about them for many years, but still haven't gone yet!"

  "Yunxue!" Xia Xinqin's expression turned stern. "You're still carrying your luggage, do you think you can fool Mom?"

  Qiao Yunxue put down her travel bag and sat silently beside her mother: "Mom, why are you so worried about me and Rong Qian, urging us to have a baby? Can you tell me, what's the reason?"

  Xia Xinqin stared at her daughter in shock, and after a while, she grasped her daughter's hand tightly, muttering: "Girl, what do you suspect? You... Could it be that Jiang Qiong's words were true?"

  Nestling into her mother's arms, Qiao Yunxue smiled: "Mom, I just get annoyed when I think about these things, there's nothing else. Don't overthink it, Mom. Let me put it this way, Su Qinglan has been looking for me lately, and I want to hide out and be quiet for a while, is that okay?"

  "So that's how it is!" Xia Xinqin understood, and her heart finally settled. As long as she didn't have any conflicts with Rong Qian, she would naturally stand on her daughter's side.

  "So, mom has to be calm and must be calm!" Qiao Yunxue stretched out her thumb for her mother to see, "I want to live more beautifully than Su Qinglan!"

  Seeing her daughter's lovely smile, Xia Xinqin felt relieved.

  "But...” Qiao Yunxue leaned against her mother's arm, "Mom can't tell Rong Qian that I'm still here tonight. Otherwise, he'll take me back. Then I won't be able to go out and clear my mind. Mom, I'll probably be back in three or five days."

  Xia Xinqin lovingly stroked her daughter's face: "He tied you up because he couldn't bear to leave you, even for a day. A man like that is the only one mom can trust. However, you really can't have any involvement with that Su Qinglan. Let the matter of Su Qinglan cool down first. Mom promises not to tell Rong Qian that you're still at home."

  "Hmm." Qiao Yunxue nodded with a curved brow and eyes.

  Xia Xinqin went downstairs to cook.

  As soon as her mother left, Qiao Yunxue jumped up. Hmm, the roses Rong Qian sent were still in bloom! Beautiful and carefree, they looked great. She stared at them, a bit dazed.

  Pluck a rose branch, thoughts drifting over there

  On the fallen lily petals...

  When she came back to her senses, the rose in her hand only had a stem left, without any petals. Qiao Yun's black and white eyes gazed out of the window.

  Luo Xiaofei is still below.

  As she watched, Qiao Yunxue suddenly turned around and strode back into her room, never looking down again.

  She finished dinner early and went up to the third floor, quietly flipping through her old gratitude album. Suddenly, she got up, took out a piece of white paper from the study, wanting to draw something.

  Her mind was a bit messy, she needed to focus on painting to calm her heart down.

  As a result, she drew herself. The drawing showed the unwillingness in her eyes, the stubbornness, and the mischievousness. This was the longest sketch she had ever drawn. She looked at the drawing with a pout: "You're so spoiled, making me draw for so long. Hmph! If Mr. Rong knew, he'd settle accounts with you."

  With a final stroke of her brush, Qiao Yunxue glanced at the wall and saw that it was already 10 o'clock in the evening.

  She suddenly thought of Rong Qian's handsome face, and sighed. For that man, 10 o'clock was just a good time to start work. When could he do less?

  She thought of it and glanced at her travel bag. Her hands unconsciously stroked her belly.

  If there's a baby in here, everything will be fine...

  Just then, a gentle and warm voice came from downstairs, which wasn't very soundproof.

  How did Rong Qian come at this time?

  This scare was not light, Qiao Yunxue immediately retracted all her thoughts. The sketch was drawn with a pencil and couldn't see how long it had been painted. She put it aside and didn't care about the travel bag. With one hand grabbing the travel bag and the other holding the phone, she rushed to the rarely used client.

  As soon as the guest room door was closed, Rong Qian came up.

  A faint glance swept across the room, as if her lingering fragrance still remained. Qian's humble gaze fell upon the completed sketch on the desk.

  Herself?

  The corners of her mouth twitched, and Rong Qian raised his arm, gently stroking the tip of her small nose with his fingertips. She always loved touching noses, and as a result, she often said that he was the one who loved touching noses.

  Stubborn, silly and kind-hearted woman!

  Apart from this, she is also interested in other places. She said she wants to travel - it turns out that her favorite thing is traveling.

  "Silly girl!" Rong Qian's arm gently rested on the bedside table.

  Xia Xinqin finally climbed up to the third floor, came to Qiao Yunxue's bedroom, didn't see anyone in the room, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. She turned around with a smile: "Rongqian, this bed is a bit small, why don't I open up a bigger room for you to sleep in? There's one in the guest room."

  "It's fine." Rong Qian shook his head calmly and firmly. "I'll just sleep here. Yun Xue won't have any objections..."

  "My little sister really knows how to pick the right person, so knowledgeable and polite." Xia Xinqin looked around, where was he? She actually slipped away so quickly, where could she have gone?

  Rong Qian held the clear pencil sketch, her eyes deepened slightly, calmly sizing it up. The corners of her lips curled higher and higher.

  The person in the painting has a small nose, a broad forehead, and long hair that reaches her waist. Her eyes are full of smiling intention, vividly portraying a lovely and charming beauty.

  From the smooth lines, she is very satisfied with herself. But in the painting, she has a puckered mouth... What is she dissatisfied with? It seems that she has indeed encountered something annoying that she doesn't want to mention.

  "Rong Qian, don't be too proud of Yunxue's talent." Xia Xinqin said cautiously, "Yunxue this child..."

  "Yunxue has something on her mind today." Rong Qian nodded, "Can't rush her too much, let her go out and clear her head. Hope mom understands her."

  Xia Xinqin let out a long sigh: "You can think like this... it's really great."

  Xia Xinqin left, seeing that the client had a light on, and felt relieved as she departed.

  He lay on her bed, and his fingertips probed the quilt. The thin quilt emitted a pleasant scent. There was a woman's body fragrance, light and pleasant. He suddenly got up, walked out in big strides, and stared at that guest room.

  Although there is no movement and no sound, her presence is so strong!

  Surely as he had expected, she was here.

  Her heart slowly calmed down, Rong Xuan returned to her room and fell asleep on her bed.

  The next morning. Qiao Yunxue got up early, only to see a small note on the door: "Yunxue, I've gone to work. Remember to come home early after your trip."

  Tears welled up, and suddenly sparkled. He knew she was here, but didn't stop her...

  Rong Qian, why are you so gentle, making it hard for me to bear leaving...

  Suddenly hoped that Rong Qian wouldn't see "The Beginning of Human" so early.

  After washing up, Qiao Yunxue bid farewell to her parents and set out onto the main street with her luggage.

  Just out of the gallery, a red taxi passed by the entrance.

  "Wait---" Qiao Yunxue shouted, quickly getting on the car, "I'm going to the airport."

  "Alright!" The driver, a middle-aged man, yelled and the taxi sped off.

  The taxi was going quite fast. But ten minutes later, Qiao Yunxue jumped up: "Where are you taking me? This is not the way to the airport. Stop the car - if you don't stop the car I'll jump out!"

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