Tags: # Clean #Marriage First, Love Later #Chasing Wife Crematorium #Abstinence Judge #Lawyer
On the night of my divorce, I flirted with a very handsome guy in a bar.
"Sister is in a bad mood today and wants to find a man... To vent her anger on."
She reached out and placed her fingertips on his Adam's apple, feeling the raised spot rolling under her fingertips, "Tonight - I just ask you if you want it."
"I don't touch drunk women"
He rejected me, but handed me a room card: "When you wake up, you can make a decision."
I found out the next day that he was the youngest presiding judge of the Supreme Court, and also my ex-husband's cousin who was rumored to be not a womanizer.
He pushed a piece of contract in front of me:
"Sign it, I'll support you, and you'll be responsible for pissing off your ex-husband."
I readily signed and from then on looked down at my ex-husband and Green Tea and called me "cousin sister-in-law".
He made breakfast for me, drove me to and from get off work, and made hand-made green tea—perfect as a well-planned trap.
Until I accidentally discovered that there was a yellowed candy wrapper and a children's hairpin from 18 years ago locked in the drawer of his study.
"That candy," he said, "is the sweetest thing I have eaten in eighteen years."
"Shen Qingci, ever since you handed me that candy when you were eight years old, every second of my life I have been calculating how to love you legally for the rest of my life."
I decided to leave.
And the superior judge finally knelt down on the rainy night, his voice hoarse:
"I don't want anything... As long as you are willing to look back at me."
A piece of candy, remembered for eighteen years.
A calculation begins with redemption and ends with deep love.
