I also want to divorce Mr. Ba today [Rebirth]

Chapter 1 Rebirth

In the middle of the night, Yue Qingling was still standing by the window waiting.

The night wind felt an aching cold on his face, but he didn't notice it and kept facing him.

Yue Qingling wanted to stare at the courtyard gate, not caring about these things.

He's waiting for her husband who doesn't come home at 2am and doesn't give any notice.Cold and tired are nothing compared to anxious mood.

Yue Qingling couldn't bear to blink, and stared fixedly at the closed courtyard door.

The gate of the courtyard is illuminated by street lamps with an inhuman metal light, with gorgeous and complicated patterns.

Yue Qingling looked carefully, and could even see clearly the flowers on the top after turning around a few times.

He wants to keep his brain busy, so he has no time to think about the video he just received.

He failed.Tired eyes couldn't help blinking, and the video had a chance to come to mind.

The video is an episode of the group photo after the dinner.The movie king staggered, and Qin Zhe reached out to help him.

It is the waist that is supported, and the hand that wears the wedding ring is used.

That film king was Wen Ruoyu, whom he disliked the most.

Wen Ruoyu once stepped on him.The little newcomer didn't think it was enough to pick up the role that belonged to him, so he used what he said as "focusing on the family" as a stalker, repeatedly gaining attention.

Yue Qingling felt uncomfortable thinking of that hypocritical smiling face.

He didn't know that Qin Zhe was going to meet Wen Ruoyu, and he didn't know why the meal required drinking until 2 o'clock in the morning.

What is Qin Zhe doing during the dinner?Will he talk to Wen Ruoyu with a smile like in the video, getting very close?

Yue Qingling wanted to call and ask, but stopped when she was about to call.

What can I say?There were so many people around Qin Zhe staring at him.

He waited for five years, what would happen if he waited just one more time?

Yue Qingling sighed, put away the phone and continued to wait by the window.

Finally, the sound of the courtyard door opening came from outside, and Qin Zhe's car drove in slowly.

Yue Qingling breathed a sigh of relief and went to greet him at the door. After taking a step, he realized that his legs and feet were sore from standing for a long time.

He was eager to see Qin Zhe, gritted his teeth without rest, and walked to the door of the house with weak steps.

As soon as the door opened, the warm light in the room illuminated the dim courtyard, allowing him to clearly see the two people in front of the car.

Qin Zhe glanced over, his expression unchanged.

Not as enthusiastic as the assistant who opened the door.The assistant would at least give him a smile out of politeness.

The enthusiasm that Yue Qingling finally ignited was extinguished because of Qin Zhe's frosty face.

He lowered his head and adjusted his expression while tidying the carpet.

He told himself: there are outsiders, don't quarrel.

Yue Qingling cleaned up her displeasure, and then looked up with another smiling face, "I'm back."

Qin Zhe only glanced at him, and walked into the room without any response.

As they passed each other, Yue Qingling felt a gust of wind brought by Qin Zhe's strides.

Gently, against Qin Zhe's indifferent silhouette, it was colder than Night Breeze.

Yue Qingling sighed secretly, and closed the door very slowly.

Slow down, so that he can suppress the irritability in his heart and not make the sound of slamming the door.

He slowed down for a while, and greeted Qin Zhe as usual, "Are you tired? Why is it so late today?"

Qin Zhe's answer was still very simple, "Talk about business."

Yue Qingling walked over and glanced out the window by the way.

The assistant outside got into the car, and the car turned and accelerated, leaving the range where it could detect the situation inside the house.

Good to talk.

Yue Qingling lost all scruples and asked directly, "Have you met someone important?"

He wanted to use a gentle voice, but he couldn't restrain his eagerness to ask clearly.

Qin Zhe turned his head and looked, finally there was a disturbance on his face, "What have you heard?"

Yue Qingling stopped beating around the bush, "Qin Meng sent a video. I feel a little strange seeing Wen Ruoyu. Are you interested in the movie project again?"

Qin Zhe only replied with one word: "Yes."

The attitude is indifferent and perfunctory.

Yue Qingling felt that his anger was going to rise, and he took a deep breath before suppressing it, "Why? You have never touched such a project before."

Qin Zhe was not deceived by his smiling face, "Why do you care about business?"

"Because I heard that there is Wen Ruoyu in the project. He likes to hype, and has had controversial extreme behavior. There are so many movie projects, you don't need to choose one that is insecure, right?"

Yue Qingling didn't want Qin Zhe and Wen Ruoyu to have an intersection, but he didn't reveal his selfishness.

Qin Zhe, who has a clear distinction between public and private, doesn't care about his feelings. He can only hide his emotions and propose "plans" like Qin Zhe's assistant.

Yue Qingling endured his displeasure and tried to persuade him.

Qin Zhe listened, but still gave the perfunctory answer, "Yes."

Yue Qingling listened, feeling that the fire in her heart could not be suppressed, "Are you agreeing?"

He grabbed Qin Zhe who was about to go upstairs, and his voice suddenly rose.

Qin Zhe was tired all day and a little drunk, almost unable to stand still.

Those jet-black eyes were stained with sullenness, and the opening turned into obvious impatience, "Do you have to make trouble today?"

When Yue Qingling heard the word "nao", she couldn't help but reply, "Must it be Wen Ruoyu?"

Qin Zhe broke free from his hand and smoothed out the folds of his sleeves.

The movements were unhurried, which restored the smoothness of the clothes, and also allowed myself to return to my usual calm and indifferent.

"I'm looking at the whole project, and I can't make random decisions just because you hate Wen Ruoyu."

"I really hate Wen Ruoyu, but I didn't make trouble for no reason, did I?"

Qin Zhe only said, "I will carefully consider what you said."

Yue Qingling didn't expect that putting up with disgust and making suggestions would be regarded as "troublesome", and looked at Qin Zhe dissatisfied.

Qin Zhe didn't have the leisure to look at him, "I'm tired and want to rest."

After finishing speaking, Qin Zhe walked upstairs on his own, towards the direction of the guest room.

The first time they slept in separate rooms was because of Wen Ruoyu.

Yue Qingling looked at Qin Zhe's back as he resolutely returned to the room, and laughed at himself.

It's been five years, and he's not tired of holding back his dissatisfaction with maintaining superficial peace?

He knew that he was really making use of the problem.

The reason why he was so angry was that Wen Ruoyu could stand shoulder to shoulder with Qin Zhe, but he was trapped in an indifferent marriage and couldn't escape.

Yueqing Ling was extremely tired and wanted to escape from this predicament.

Instead of following Qin Zhe upstairs, he strode towards the door of the house.

He was full of thoughts about leaving, and walked out in one breath.

With no direction and no preparation, I found myself in a mess when I walked to the gate of the courtyard.

He didn't change his shoes, didn't take his car keys, and was wearing very thin home clothes, which couldn't block the cold night wind at all.

Yue Qingling looked back, saw the light coming from the window of the master bedroom on the second floor, and gave up turning back.

It's too embarrassing to go back and be seen by Qin Zhe now.

He was still holding his mobile phone, so he wouldn't be helpless.

He booked a car, walked to a bench under a nearby tree for people to rest, and began to wait stupidly.

This area is all villas, so there are fewer people during the day, and it is even quieter at this time.

After waiting for a while, Yue Qingling felt that he was so miserable. He took out his mobile phone and watched the excitement elsewhere to pass the time.

He opened Weibo habitually.

The Weibo login is a deserted trumpet.The tuba, which has accumulated tens of millions of fans, has long since been abandoned.

Yue Qingling regarded the trumpet as a place to spit black mud, and was in a bad mood, so she had the urge to write a vent again.

He typed the word "I" and saw that the input method intelligently associated commonly used collocations.

"I'm ready to cook."

"I can do it."

"I do not mind."

Yue Qingling looked at it and felt that it was ridiculous for him to be centered on Qin Zhe.

He had no intention of spitting out black mud, and only sent out six words.

[I don't want to go back. 】

Yue Qingling leaned back after posting this Weibo, closed her eyes and rested her mind.

The bench was in a panic, and he couldn't stay still. He closed his eyes and paid attention to the movement nearby.

The car engine sounded, and he thought that the online car-hailing car had finally arrived, so he got up and took a look.

When Yue Qingling realized that the car hadn't slowed down at all, she couldn't dodge it.

The moment he was hit, extreme pain hit.

Yue Qingling's consciousness was blurred due to the pain, and she even had hallucinations.

The headlights seemed to turn into spotlights, and he seemed to be back on the stage where everyone was watching.

Someone came up nearby, screaming.

The scream he got at the end...

Yue Qingling suddenly lost the strength to struggle, and slowly closed her eyes.

Yue Qingling opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the room.

He raised his hand to rub his eyes, and before he could move, he remembered the memory of the car accident.

Is he... saved?

Yue Qingling looked at his hand blankly, and found that something was wrong.

The arm was smooth and uninjured, not as bloody as it was last seen.

Yue Qingling was dazed, and stroked her face, feeling the warmth of her fingertips.

The next second, he pinched his cheek hard and hissed in pain.

It will hurt, all this is not a dream!

Yue Qingling sat up abruptly and looked at the clock on the bedside table.

February 2, XX, 22:14

five years ago? !

Yue Qingling stretched out his hand to fish it, held the electronic clock in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

That's right, five years ago.

The electronic clock is square and cold, making it difficult to hold it in the hand, and the connected wires are messy.

Every little but real detail says—

He was reborn.

Yue Qingling froze for a moment, then was overwhelmed by the ecstasy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Not only did he not die, but he returned to the day when he received the certificate five years ago!

All his life, he remembered what happened that day: Qin Zhe refused to delay going to work, and only joined him after the meeting.They rushed to go through the formalities at the Civil Affairs Bureau when it was time to get off work, and it was already after 4 pm when they got their marriage certificates.

It's 2 o'clock, and he and Qin Zhe are not married yet.

He can regret it and stay away from that man who has not been tempted for five years.

Feeling another surprise after rebirth, Yue Qingling lifted the quilt and found a cell phone to call Qin Zhe.

As he jumped out of the bed, something slammed to the ground, making a slight noise.

Yue Qingling looked over, and saw a dazzling red suddenly appeared in the center of the carpet.

This color, this size, this texture, could it be...

Yue Qingling picked up the bright red thing, and was dazzled by the big words "marriage certificate" on the cover.

He opened it tremblingly, and when he saw the group photo inside, he felt that the last glimmer of hope was shattered.

In the past, he had already obtained the certificate and stamped with Qin Zhe, smiling happily inside.

"Damn!" Yue Qingling couldn't help cursing, and threw it away as if her hand was burned.

The innocent red book fell to the ground again, face up, and the golden font of "marriage certificate" printed on it shone under the lamp, bright and joyful.

Yue Qingling felt that it was an eyesore, so he threw a pillow to block it.

After a while, he felt a firm idea surface.

"I want a divorce."