The Fifth Year of Marriage for My Brother

[This copy was not expressive before, but it has been changed, and the collected treasures can be collected] Jiang Weilan and Fu Yan have been married for five years. Five years ago, Jiang Weilan's twin brother passed away unexpectedly. With the same face, Jiang Weilan married her brother's former lover, Fu Yan, the son of the Fu Group. On the day he received the certificate, Fu Yan wore a black shirt and his eyes were as cold as a blade. He pinched Jiang Weilan's chin and sneered condescendingly: "If it weren't for this face, would you be worthy of standing here?" Jiang Weilan didn't reply, just signed with lowered eyes. They were married for five years, and rumors from the outside world flew like knives for five years. "My elder brother's body is still cold, but my younger brother is eager to get the upper hand", "For the sake of money, I will give up any shame"... Jiang Weilan never explained. Only Fu Yan knew that Jiang Weilan was not doing it for money. Because he had a crush on him throughout college. But in his eyes, those were just clumsy tricks by Jiang Weilan to get a piece of the pie. After marriage, Fu Yan almost never went home. Occasionally I would push through the door late at night just to vent. He never kissed him, only hoarsely calling out the name that was long gone in the most depressing moments. Afterwards, he leaned on the bedside, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, squinting in the smoke as he patiently cleaned himself up, and his tone was as light as frost: "Jiang Weilan, you only have this skin to keep me." Jiang Weilan still didn't say anything. On the fifth wedding anniversary, he cooked a table of Fu Yan's favorite dishes and dialed the number he had not dialed for a long time. When Fu Yan pushed the door open with a cold smell of alcohol and impatience, the dishes on the table were already cold. Jiang Weilan didn't look up, but gently pushed the piece of paper at hand: "They are right. I married you just for your money." Fu Yan's movement of pulling his tie stalled. Jiang Weilan raised her eyes and met the face that suddenly sobered up. "Before my brother left, he was afraid that you would collapse, so he begged me to stay with you for five years. It happened that at that time, I owed a lot of debt to treat him." His tone was calm: "I know it's wrong to lie to you, but fortunately Master Fu has never liked me. Besides, you seem very satisfied every night." "Also, the one I liked in college wasn't you either." He picked up the pen and neatly wrote his name on the divorce agreement just like he had done when he signed the marriage application five years ago. Then he raised his head and looked calmly at the awake, slightly red eyes. "Five years are up, Fu Yan, let's get a divorce." ---------------- Jiang Weilan finally decided to divorce. Not only did he pay off his debts and his brother's favor, but the senior he liked in college also flew back from abroad. He was ready to start a new life. On the day when the new home was decorated and ready to live together, the ex-husband whom he had forgotten suddenly came to the door. Fu Yan stood in the rain, his expensive suit clinging to his body awkwardly and extremely wet. His eyes were bloodshot and he was staring at the hands held by the two people in the room. "Jiang Weilan." His voice was hoarse, like crushing broken bones into the wind. "Come home with me." Intention: Continuous self-improvement