Chapter 14.1 - To avoid the important and dwell on the trivial.
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Cen Simiao was wearing a nightdress, the moonlight shining through the window landed on her white and slender legs gently resting on the sofa. Her hair was not yet dry, still dripping with water, the fabric near her collarbone was also damp. The cigarette she held by her fingertips has burned more than half, her whole body was full of a smoky smell.
As the eyes adapted to the darkness, a figure could be seen in the shadows.
She bent over to reach the ashtray on the coffee table and snuffed out the cigarette. The only sporadic source of light disappeared, she asked with a slightly dry voice, "Why are you back?"
Wu Lichen still maintained his original posture.
Without a response, she pursed her lips, stood up, and illuminated with her mobile phone. She took a deep breath, emboldened herself, and walked towards the room. Lifting her eyes, she saw his indifferent expression and his lips that held an indistinct trace of mockery.
Cen Simiao stopped walking and tilted her head.
Before she even had time to speak, she suddenly felt pain from her arm and was firmly seized. She had not been standing stably; so with a few steps, she nearly fell.
Wu Lichen turned away his head but his hand paused. He didn't move to help support her but just dragged her towards the sofa, though his strength slightly lessened. His brows were deeply furrowed and he was suppressing his anger, but his previous indifference had disappeared.
Cen Simiao was also sulking at the moment. She opened her mouth, wanting to curse at someone. But when she looked up and saw his gloomy face, the words that were on her tongue somehow turned back and were pressed down again.
Wu Lichen, however, turned and asked, "Why aren’t you scolding? Weren’t you so powerful?"
His tone was choking. Cen Simiao fiercely raised her head, unable to accept these words. Wu Lichen glared, appearing as if he wanted to fight. She turned her head away, with grievances in her tone, "Wasn’t it just smoking?"
"What are you being so fierce at me for?"
Wu Lichen seemed to have fallen into a trance for a moment. When he reacted again, his expression was as if he had swallowed a dead fly. He laughed angrily, "Cen Simiao, you’re still avoiding the important and focusing on the trivial with me, aren't you?"
The person in front of him didn’t speak, her head turned away, eyelashes lowered, chest heaving off rhythm as if she had been wronged.
He tightly pursed his lips, his frown became deeper and deeper, he felt so aggrieved that his heart wanted to explode. He caught sight of the phone on the sofa and directly picked it up.
Call record, one minute and two seconds.
"You two had chatted for quite a while."
Cen Simiao felt that this person had a problem with his concept of time.
Wu Lichen then took out his mobile phone and called Liu Si in front of her. He didn't know what Liu Si was doing on the other side, but the phone rang for a while before it was picked it up. The other’s voice was heavy, "Lichen, what are you looking for me for?"
He glanced at Cen Simiao and said peculiarly, "To thank you. If it wasn't for you, how would I have today."
Cen Simiao’s entire body began to feel uncomfortable after she saw that glance. She pursed her lips and turned her head to the other side.
She then heard him say: "I don't know if Liu-ge has time tomorrow to meet up?"
The other side straightforwardly agreed.
Wu Lichen didn't have the intention to hang up yet, and continued, "Bring along that recent newcomer you wanted to promote."
The voice on the other side of the phone was stunned for a bit, seemingly a little embarrassed. Wu Lichen ignored him and directly gave an address, asking them to come by all means.
The last two words were said almost whilst gritting his molars.
The eyes that were glaring at Cen Simiao also became fiercer.
Then the call was hung.
Cen Simiao felt she shouldn’t be so terrified and turned her head to look at him. Before she could speak, he already stated, "Come with me tomorrow."
She retorted, “For what? Not going.”
Wu Lichen sneered. "Not going? You already answered his call. You don't want to see the real person?"
Cen Simiao became angry. "Don’t talk nonsense. It was only a phone number, how would I know who was calling"
"Hearing these words, you sound quite regretful?"
Cen Simiao glared. "Don’t make trouble out of nothing! Anyhow, I won’t go!"
Wu Lichen's Adam’s apple bobbed and the anger between his brows suddenly dissipated a bit. His tone became relaxed and nonchalant. "Fine, then we’ll divorce."
Cen Simiao was surprised.
He added, "Your money only entered your account after the marriage, so it’s considered joint property between husband and wife. After the divorce, we’ll each get half."
Then he appeared as if he was still thinking about something, and suddenly it dawned on him: "Right! Our agreement is still there. After the divorce, I’ll still live in your house. Remember to pay me on time."
Cen Simiao trembled in anger.
Early the next morning, the two people went out together, both their faces were ugly, wearing deep frowns. Wu Lichen was fully concentrated on driving but he was caught in the morning rush hour. The traffic was so blocked up that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
He opened the window and reached for the pack of cigarettes, pulled one out to place in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter. Cen Simiao heard the sound and took a glance, the small flame was flickering.
It was the pack that she left last night.
After smoking one, he disdained, "The strength is too light."
Cen Simiao leaned on the seat, the character that she worked so hard to build was broken just like that.
Liu Si and the artist was waiting in a room of a private kitchen[1].
Pouring out a cup of tea, the color was very clear with a delicate fragrance. The artist's face had a big smile, and his tone was particularly respectful. "Liu-ge, why don’t you moisten your throat?"
Liu Si's attitude was the complete opposite. His head was about to explode, his brow was furrowed and his face was ashen. He hadn't considered this method since what had happened last time. Cen Simiao and Wu Lichen were doing well together, it seemed as if they really did have true feelings.
And it was currently the time in a relationship where they would be like honey mixing with oil[2].
How could other people still enter their eyes?
After Wi Lichen called his last night, he felt that something had to have been wrong, so he called the artist who was under his management. At first, the other hesitated and refused to say anything. Later, only after he got angry, did the artist clearly explain the matter.
This was such a mess.
He glanced at the artist, becoming angrier and angrier, and the corner of his lips became more and more crooked as one of his hands kept drumming the table, his voice was dull, "Your face isn’t bad."
There was a smile in the artist's eyes. He was about to say a few words of modesty when he heard, "A pity that the brain doesn’t work."
Liu Si's eyes were completely cold.
[1] A private kitchen is a ‘restaurant’-model that specializes in home-styled cooking for small groups, typically hosted at the home of the chef.
[2] It’s currently when they’re still in their honeymoon period, where they’re deeply infatuated with each other and won’t be able to pay attention to anyone else. The phrase comes from how honey mixes well with oil, as compared to water and oil.
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