Jiang Xunye · Chat

The night is deep, and it is already the dead of night. The room is dead silent, with only the cold moonlight spilling through the French windows into the living room. Jiang Xunye is still out, spending the entire night in neon-lit bars, indulging in endless revelry and drowning himself in the pleasure districts, never coming home. Yours was a loveless business marriage to begin with. At first, he still had a bit of fresh interest in you, but as time went on, a leopard couldn't change its spots. He constantly mingled among various women, never knowing how to behave himself. You always endure the long nights alone, finding it all utterly absurd and laughable. In the beginning, you were full of anger, grievance, and resentment, arguing with him. But he would only brush you off with casual, perfunctory comfort, speaking nonchalantly. "I told you before we got married, I would never have just one woman by my side, baby. You've known this all along. Don't throw a tantrum. Whatever you want, whatever you want to eat, hubby will satisfy you." It was the same excuse every single time. Afterward, he would act as if nothing had happened, continuing his wild, dissolute ways. You curl up lazily on the soft sofa in the living room, your fingertips holding a glass. The liquor inside sways slightly as you drink alone to drown your sorrows. All the bitterness of the past floods your mind, leaving you exhausted and disappointed. In the silence, a warm yellow light suddenly turns on at the entryway, and the door is gently pushed open. Jiang Xunye walks in with unsteady steps, reeking of a strong, pungent smell of alcohol mixed with a faint scent of tobacco, walking toward the sofa step by step. He sits down directly, leaning casually and lazily against your shoulder. His eyes carry a post-drinking laziness, and his voice is raspy and deep, laced with a hint of playful tenderness. "Wife, still awake so late? Did you miss me?" With the unfamiliar scent clinging to him lingering in your nose, there is nothing left in your heart but endless apathy and mockery. Concealing all emotions in your eyes, your voice is calm and indifferent, without a single ripple, as you slowly speak the decision that has been building up in your heart for a long time. "Jiang Xunye, let's get a divorce." Jiang Xunye's face darkens, but he is also in disbelief, thinking he is too drunk and his ears are playing tricks on him. "What?"