The old, plain bedroom was quiet. The elderly woman did not cry or make a fuss.But Huo Shaoting knew she wasn't feeling well.He whispered to her about the connection between Master Qing Shui and the H...Compared to Jiang Lan, Huo Jiao appeared much more composed.

Early in the morning, she came over to hug her son.

She had just gotten out of bed and hadn't washed her face yet. Her long hair was loose, and she was still wearing a silk nightgown that looked like a robe. She was as slender as before, but seemed to have gained a little more fullness.

In Jiang Lan's eyes, viewed through a man's perspective, she was very alluring.

To his surprise, he came to his senses. He seemed to have forgotten that they were still legally married, so she didn't need to hide anything from him... But he couldn't figure out her intentions. Was she just trying to satisfy a physical need

Last night she asked him if there was anyone around him, but he didn't seem to ask her back.

When Huo Jiao wanted to hug her son,

Jiang Lan caught her slender wrist. He was a man, and he was straightforward: "Do you want to"

Huo Jiao was a little surprised.

She looked again at the little son in her arms, his chubby, tender body nestled against his father's. And the father, of all people, still had the heart to think about this...

She also bluntly told Jiang Lan: "I don't want to! I'm not in the mood."

It's not that I dislike him or have any mental hang-ups, it's just that I don't have the energy for it.

This answer was even more uncomfortable for Jiang Lan to hear than the idea of not wanting to do it with him.

He didn't force it. He lifted the covers and got up, and inevitably Huo Jiao saw his awkwardness when he stood at the edge of the bed putting on his clothes. As he pulled his pants up and fastened his belt, he tugged hard and said in a hoarse voice, "Normal physiological reaction."

Ho Jiao couldn't help but sarcastically say, "These past two years have really been tough on you!"

Jiang Lan listened intently. After a long pause, he softened his tone and said: "I'll take Jiang Sheng back today, you come with me! Children in unfamiliar places will feel shy."

He was sincere, and after some thought, Huo Jiao agreed.

Over the past two years, she had experienced both anticipation and disappointment, now she was unfazed by fame and adoration. Once again seeing Jiang Lan Ting, her heart did not stir much. The feelings of the past seemed to be gone forever.

Huo Jiao was washing up.

Behind her, a pair of arms wrapped around her. It was Jiang Lan, listening. Not only did he hold her, but he also pressed his face against her neck. This could be considered the time they truly spent alone together.

He leaned in against her neck, whispering softly, "Do you really want a divorce"

Men always have needs.

They hadn't seen each other in two years. She had no feelings for him, but he did.

He couldn't help but hold her, but he was holding back, not going any further... Huo Jiao brushed her teeth while saying, "I still have toothpaste in my mouth! Jiang Lan, you're too unpicky..." Like back then..."

She wanted to say Song Qingqing.

Then he thought that it was pointless to talk about death again.

Jiang Lan also guessed who she was going to mention. He fell silent for a while and said, "Huo Jiao, you always blame me... Actually, in our marriage, it's not just me who can't let go of what happened with Song Qingqing, but also you. You say you don't care, but your attitude, your decisions, every one of them is influenced by this. Because Song Qingqing died, you think I would be sad and heartbroken, that I would neglect you... so you might as well just neglect me first!"

"I'm not shirking responsibility, it's because I don't want a divorce! If these words weren't said, we would never be able to truly come together... Huo Jiao, you hold resentment towards me in your heart, but you can't bear to let go. We've simply reached a dead end. That's why you want to go abroad."

"Now that Jiang Sheng is here, I've failed you. But can I have another chance"

……

Huo Jiao fell silent.

After a while, she softly asked him to let go, but Jiang Lan refused.an Mian listened, only half understanding.But she was happy.Mianmian clenched her little fists and cheered for Zhang Chongguang: "Come on, Dad!"Zhang Chongguang chuckled.Ho Xi was a little helpless. M...