[Long flowing water + slow heat + love over time + marriage first, love later + a rival husband who finally mustered up the courage (four yue sounds)]
Ye Tiancheng and I are mortal enemies. He is a complete bad guy...
When I was six, he lifted my skirt, when I was sixteen, he tore up my love letters, and when I was twenty-six, he handed me a prenuptial agreement - and we went our separate ways three years later.
I signed.
We agreed that we would each play our own games and not interfere with each other. As a result, my style gradually went astray after marriage: I worked overtime until early in the morning, and he ran 20 kilometers to pick me up as a "drop-in"; I was sick and insisted on holding on, but he insisted and threw the medicine on my bed and left; after I drank too much, I lay on his back and said, "Your back is so warm," and he stopped and carried me for half an hour at night.
I thought this was the spirit of the contract, and even I was tempted until I learned that his ex-girlfriend was back.
He started coming home late and not being around me. So much so that I saw him helping her out of the obstetrics ward when she was pregnant. He chased her, but did not catch up to me to explain.
That night, I tore the marriage certificate into pieces and left a note: "The agreement ended early, no need to look for it."
Later, he looked for me like crazy and blocked the door of my best friend's house. His eyes were red and he said, "Listen to my explanation."
"I really didn't touch her, she really wasn't mine, so I just helped her protect her from her scumbag ex-husband! Ask our grandpa, family friendships are very harmful."
I said, "What does it have to do with me?"
He was anxious and grabbed my wrist: "Chang Jiacong, I worked hard all night to glue the marriage certificate you tore up with tape. Wife... I was wrong."
I looked at him and suddenly remembered when he lifted up my skirt when I was six years old.
It was the first time in twenty years that he had said so many words.
