The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Nalan Chunbo’s expression was dark as he dragged Wen Shan into the car, then went to the other side of the car and got inside.

Wen Shan remained quiet.

Should she just turn away from him coldly?

Probably not a wise move since Nalan Chunbo seemed furious.

What about acting cute in front of him for his affection?

Too shameful.

Wen Shan pouted and looked out of the car. She was so anxious she felt like she needed to go to the washroom.

He drove the car all the way to the staff quarters. Wen Shan was still wondering why Nalan Chunbo knew where she lived when he opened the door and pulled her all the way to the second floor.

“Open the door.”

“Huh?” Wen Shan did not understand what was happening. What was wrong with him?

“Don’t you know how to open the door?” Nalan Chunbo was still angry but he forced himself to calm down. He was afraid that he might lose it in front of Wen Shan again. Instead, he huffed and took the key from Wen Shan’s pocket, unlocking the door and pushing it open. He then dragged Wen Shan into the house, not even looking at his surroundings, and sat her down on the sofa. “Wait for me for a while. I’ll be back soon.”

Wen Shan sat on the sofa and watched Nalan Chunbo in bewilderment. She did not know what he meant.

Nalan Chunbo came back soon, carrying a plastic bag. He saw the remote control of the heater when he entered the house, and increased its temperature before taking a seat beside Wen Shan. “Where did you get hurt?”

Wen Shan was speechless.

Did he go and buy medicine just now?

Actually, she was only hurt slightly.

“I’m fine.” Wen Shan stood up immediately and put some distance between herself and Nalan Chunbo. She was afraid that she might fall for him again if he treated her nicely.

Nalan Chunbo’s hand froze midair as he watched Wen Shan retreat about two metres away from him. Slowly, he pulled his hand back.

“Do you love Ding Junhui?” Nalan Chunbo was still sitting on the sofa. He lowered his gaze slightly, hiding the disappointment in his eyes.

Wen Shan was standing with her back to him. She warned herself not to turn and look at him. She was feeling suffocated. She wanted so badly to tell him that she loved no one now. She had long since lost the ability to love anyone.

But she did not dare do so.

The only thing she was afraid of was being hurt by him again.

So Wen Shan remained quiet, lowering her head.

The room fell into a frightening silence. It was deafening.

Nalan Chunbo took her silence for a yes and laughed bitterly. He held the armrest and got up slowly. He put the medicine on the table then left.

Wen Shan was still looking at the floor, clenching her fists tightly.

Wen Shan turned around when she heard the door close behind her. When his footsteps faded, she threw herself onto the sofa, smacking her own head in frustration. What was she doing now?

Wen Shan took the medicine from the desk and held it to her chest. “Why couldn’t he be this nice to me earlier?”

Wen Shan flung the medicine in her hand furiously. “It’s too late now! You idiot!”

Nalan Chunbo went downstairs and bumped into Ding Junhui who had just come back.

Ding Junhui was not surprised to find Nalan Chunbo there and greeted him first. “Dean Nalan, I’ve heard so much about you.”

Nalan Chunbo nodded slightly and examined Ding Junhui.