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I turned and walked to the bookshelf, randomly tearing books from the shelves, knocking down small ornaments and cosmetics.
In an instant, the room was in chaos.
And all of this was witnessed by Pipi.
At first, it just stared at me, but then it began to scream, its voice sharp and filled with a dog's unique ferocity.
Until it saw me pick up the scissors.
Pipi suddenly fell silent.
It tilted its head at me, its mouth slightly open, revealing its pink gums, with a silly grin on its face.
The scissors clattered to the ground with a crisp sound.
Pipi suddenly lunged at me, snuggling tightly against me with its warm, soft body.
I stared blankly at it until a warm drop fell onto the back of my hand.
I blinked, only then realizing that I was crying.
It turned out that all this destruction did not bring me satisfaction.
It only left a bottomless black hole in my heart, filled with pain and torment.
Pipi lay by my feet as I tidied up the room and sat on the sofa waiting for Xiao Cheng to come back.
When Xiao Cheng pushed the door open, I saw the surprise in his eyes.
I smiled and greeted him as usual, "You're back?"
He nodded, hesitating to say anything.
I had been married to Xiao Cheng for five years.
During these five years, I helped him navigate the world of fame and fortune, handling various trivial matters so that he could devote more time and energy to his career.
He transformed from an unknown little painter into a highly respected representative of the new generation in the art world.
In informal settings, he still doesn't talk much.
I used to think that he became silent only when facing me.
But today, I suddenly realized.
Perhaps it was simply because he had nothing to say to me.
Watching Xiao Cheng constantly opening and closing his mouth, I gently interrupted him: "It's only right for you to bring Miss Yong to the dinner."
"I..." Xiao Cheng's expression changed, " Duo'er, let me explain."
"Okay." I nodded with a smile.
But as he looked at my smile, he suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
I walked over, untied his tie, and took his suit jacket from his hands, hanging it on a hanger.
"I know you're just worried about Yong Nan feeling lonely. After all, you've known each other for so many years; it's natural to have feelings."
"I don't mind." I glanced back at him with a gentle smile.
"Duo'er..." He suddenly hugged me tightly, his voice hoarse, "You've lost weight."
I nodded with a smile: "I haven't had much of an appetite lately."
He held me so tightly that I could hardly breathe.
But I didn't dare to push him away because this was the embrace I had longed for over the past four years.
"I thought you would argue with me," Xiao Cheng said softly.
"How could I?" I maintained my smile, even though I felt suffocated.
"Baby," he called me softly, "don't do things that make you unhappy, okay?"
Baby.
He has never called me that before.
This term makes me feel a bit dazed.
I stared at him blankly.
The scent of Jasmine lingered around my nose.
I restrained the feeling of nausea, not allowing my emotions to show.
The next morning, I sent Xiao Cheng to work as usual.
As we reached the living room, Xiao Cheng suddenly said, "Wait."
"What's wrong?" I looked at him in confusion.
"I forgot to tie my tie." He tugged at the loose tie around his neck.
"I'll go get one for you."
I casually grabbed a tie and prepared to hand it to him.
But Xiao Cheng did not take it.
He looked at me intently.
"Duo'er, can you help me tie my tie?"
I was slightly taken aback, then nodded, "Sure."
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