Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Cheng Qingchong resigned five days ago, Cheng Qingchong has left Beijing…

Ever since the first few days of their divorce, his mood had not been so agitated, but at least at that time, he knew she was in Beijing—there were those few times when he saw her waiting for a cab by the roadside through his car window. But now, he suddenly received the news that she had left this city.

The scene where Cheng Qingchong squatted down beside him, talking to herself with a smile on her lips but tears in her eyes, appeared in Qin Yinan’s mind.

At the time, she had looked so sad.

At the time, he had felt weirdly panicked. When her finger left his face, he had noticed a flustered feeling telling him she was about to completely disappear from his world. It wasn’t his imagination; it was the truth.

At the time, she had already finished the resignation.

At the time, she had already decided to leave Beijing.

At the time, she had told him so many things probably because she knew that was going to be their last farewell.

No wonder, the next day, after dropping Mrs. Cheng off at the airport, when he dropped her at Four Seasons, the last look that she gave him when she left his car was so weird. He didn’t imagine the tears in her eyes when she bade him farewell.

That was truly her last goodbye… Qin Yinan’s lips fell open, and he started to run down the street in front of Four Seasons. He knocked into a stranger on the street and carried on running without a word of apology. The stranger’s cursing words appeared behind him.

He had forgotten completely about the driver he had called earlier. He stood by the roadside and hailed a passing cab. As he jumped in, he gave the driver his home address.

After he shot through the door, Qin Yinan started to ransack the place without even removing his shoes.

To be honest, he didn’t know what he was looking for. He just immersed himself completely in the search, bending down to look through the bottom of the sofas, climbing up to the highest shelf in the kitchen.

He dashed into the guest bedroom and then the main bedroom. He practically up-ended his whole house, but there was no trace of the woman left. She had taken away everything that would remind him of her, even the everyday household items.

The continued searching exhausted Qin Yinan. He stood amid the chaos, and for a moment, he was as lost as a child before rushing into the one last place that was still untouched, his study.

He yanked all the books that he had collected over the years to the floor. He pulled out all the drawers and tossed out all the contents. Finally, his eyes settled on a divorce certificate and a velvet box.

Once upon a time, he had plotted so hard for this divorce certificate, but now, the image of it burned his eyes with pain. He staggered back, like the certificate was something scary. He tripped on the debris and fell ungracefully on his butt.

He winced slightly from pain. There was something hard poking him. He didn’t hurry to stand up but turned around to look at the round chair beside him.

Through the fabric, he could see a ball of crumpled paper that was stuck underneath the cushion.