to unexpected severe turbulence.This matter is still trending in real-time, causing countless netizens to worry.And Shen Fengxi's husband.He didn't even bother to say a word about this.He didn't ask w..."The number you have called is unavailable. Please call again later."

Meng Qiong shook her phone and put it back in her pocket.

The plane returning from Sydney encountered severe turbulence, narrowly avoiding disaster.

As I stood at the exit, still feeling...

I called Shen Fengxi, not really expecting him to answer. But when he didn't pick up, my hopes died a little more completely.

Back home.

Shen Fengxi had too much to drink.

The whole person leaned against the corner of the sofa with a blank expression. He bit on half a cigarette that was almost burned out, and beside him lay a child. The two seemed very close.

She blushed and went to untie his tie, then his shirt.

Shen Fengxi didn't refuse, his face betraying ambiguous feelings.

Meng Qiong shut the door, and the child, hearing the sound, turned his head. He was stunned for a moment before hurriedly withdrawing his hand.

"...Meng Qiong sister."

Meng Qiong only then recognized that this child was a new intern host signed by the station recently. She looked pure and innocent.

At first, Meng Qiong herself took care of the signing process. She said she thought this girl was very similar to her younger self, full of vigor and tenacity.

"Hello." He nodded politely.

"Mr. Shen drank quite a bit at today's gathering, and I was worried he might feel unwell in his stomach, so I stayed behind." The girl pointed to the half-cup of cold honey water on the side and explained with lowered eyes, "You wouldn't mind, would you"

Lowering his head, standing small and obedient.

Shen Fengxi would like this type of content.

Even Meng Qiong didn't want to say anything harsh.

"It's fine." Meng Qiong replied lightly, "Thank you."

The child looked at him timidly, and found that he was indeed not angry or annoyed. He felt a little deflated and said, "Since you're back, I'll leave first. Oh, and Bee water, remember to give him some."

After they left, the house fell silent again.

Shen Fengxi seemed to have lost his energy after drinking, with half-closed eyelids and arms crossed, leaning against the sofa. He let out a slow, sluggish white mist from his mouth for a while, not sure what state he was in, but he just hung on, his mood was low.

The two were very quiet.

Nobody spoke.

Meng Qiong rolled up her sleeves and, without a word, picked up the two people's wedding photo frame from the ground.

The glass shattered, and there were shards of glass everywhere.

In the picture frame, there was only a crumpled red-background registration photo. Neither of their faces in the photo was considered good, and they even seemed to be arguing with each other. I vaguely remember that after the photo was taken, Shen Fengxi drove away by himself without even saying goodbye.

This is the only photo the couple has taken together after three years of marriage.

As expected, this will also be the last one.

As soon as I placed the photo frame back on the table, someone hugged me from behind almost at the same time.

Shen Fengxi was very heavy, most of his weight was on his upper body, his hands clasped at his waist.

Meng Qiong's hand holding the photograph suddenly clenched, her last sliver of hope fading: "Why won't you answer the phone"

Shen Fengxi didn't notice anything unusual and responded after a long while, his voice low.

"How"

In a voice that was suddenly more agitated than usual, he asked, "I called you dozens of times today. Why didn't you answer any of them"

Shen Fengxi's voice was tinged with impatience: "I didn't hear that."

I didn't hear.

For the past half month, since returning from a business trip to Sydney, he had sent him his flight and arrival time. Now, it has been a full ten hours delayed from the original landing time.

This flight almost didn't make it back due to unexpected severe turbulence.

This matter is still trending in real-time, causing countless netizens to worry.

And Shen Fengxi's husband.

He didn't even bother to say a word about this.

He didn't ask why he came back, nor how he was.

He only said one thing, the phone call didn't go through.

Her heart was too tired to muster the energy to say anything more. Meng Qiong lowered her eyelids and softly replied, "Hmm."

Whatever.

Suit yourself.

After a long while, Shen Fengxi estimated that he was sobering up. His voice had regained some clarity. He looked around the house and asked in a low voice, "Where is everyone"

He was asking about that child from just now.

"He's gone."

What did you bomb

"If you need it, I'll help you get it back." Meng Qiong only said that.

Shen Fengxi's breath was still tinged with the lingering taste of alcohol, his thin earlobes almost touching: "What's with that tone Jealous"

The breath is very close, somewhat hot.

...lightly grazed the most sensitive earlobes, very.

"No."

Meng Qiong turned her face away.

Shen Fengxi's avoidance seemed to displease Shen Fengxi, who said, "What are you hiding for"

I didn't want to say anything more to him, just about to turn and leave, when the man's hand clamped down on the back of my head, pushing me onto the sofa.

The sofa sank down in a large patch, and his kiss came all at once.

It came out of nowhere. He was so forceful, I started to feel numb. It felt like the world was spinning.

He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, a conqueror's scent. Meng Qiong felt herself getting flushed, her white knitted sweater being unbuttoned by him. A shiver ran down her spine as his touch exposed her fair skin, which carried the faint aroma of bath soap.

Every week, the air is hot and sticky. The two of them are together.

Shen Fengxi buried in his earlobe and kissed twice, covering his abdomen with his hand, and whispered hoarsely, "Can I"

I am very tired today.

Meng Qiong lightly closed her eyes, pushing back against him: "Besides, Youyou is also getting out of school. I haven't seen him in a long time and miss him very much."

Shen Fengxi has a son, who is three years old.

Nickname: YouYou.

Then what about me Do you want me

Meng Qing did not reply.

Without getting a response, Shen Fengxi remained in that posture for half an hour. After a while, he finally spoke, "What time is it now"

5:31.

There is less than half an hour left before Youyou's early education class.

"Understood."

Shen Fengxi's drunkeness had dissipated, and he finally let go. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

He walked toward the bathroom, his voice a hoarse whisper: "Wait for me ten minutes."

5:39

Shen Fengxi walked out after finishing his shower, changing into a relaxed high-necked black shirt. Water still dripped from his black hair at the temples, which he swept up with one hand, revealing only the sharp outline and angles of his face.

The living room has been swept clean by Meng Qiong, leaving only two black garbage bags piled up in the entryway.

"Let's go now that you're ready."

Meng Qiong finished speaking and took the lead.

As Shen Fengxi was about to leave, his eyes suddenly caught sight of something on the coffee table. He casually asked, "What's that on the table"

"Divorce agreement." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

The tone was so natural, it almost took me by surprise.

Shen Fengxi stopped and turned to face the calm gaze. His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger: "What do you mean"

Meng Qing didn't speak, just about to push open the door when a man stopped her with one hand, blocking her path.

"Speak," he asked, "What do you mean"

Meng Qing lowered her head to glance at her watch and, not wanting to argue with him, simply said: "If we keep this up, I'm not sure if my driving skills can get me to the daycare center in fifteen minutes."

Shen Fengxi stared at the face for a moment before withdrawing his hand.

Meng Qiong single-handedly carried the two garbage bags, pushed open the door and walked out.

The man behind her fell silent for a long while, then spoke in a low voice: "What if I said I wouldn't leave"

Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.

He has no expression and speaks very softly.

"I only want YooYoo."

He does not covet any of the Shen family's property, nor does he want the title of Mrs. Shen. He no longer desires anything.that child from just now."He's gone."What did you bomb"If you need it, I'll help you get it back." Meng Qiong only said that.Shen Fengxi's breath was still tinged with the lingering taste of alcohol,...