Problem Wife 21

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Chapter Twenty: Will My Longing Be in vain?

Qiao Guo had already prepared the necessary divorce paperwork; all that remained was the essential mental preparation. When
a bird flies away from a tree, it needs to step on a branch; when a frog jumps into the water, it needs to push off a stone. What Qiao Guo
was looking for was that kind of foothold, something that would allow her to move.

You made a contract with someone, promising to stay together for life, to grow old together. Suddenly, you changed your mind,
telling them that none of that mattered, that you were a faithless breach of contract. To be the one who breaks a promise, to say the words of
breaking a promise , is not an easy thing. Qiao Guo
searched through every detail of her life with her husband, finally finding the foothold she could use to jump around—"When I was only seventeen, knowing nothing
, you pursued me; when I didn't know how to talk about love, had never even seen a love letter, you
wrote me those things; when I had never been kissed by a member of the opposite sex, had no experience of that feeling, you
hugged and kissed me; when I didn't understand what sex was, knew nothing about that action, you
entered …

Isn't that hateful?!"

Perhaps, this was enough to be hateful, enough to be a reason to leave this man.

Therefore, saying the words "break up" would be somewhat justifiable.

Qiao Guo felt rather despicable.

She first called, saying, "There's something I'd like to discuss in person." Ruan Weixiong replied, "Sure,
you can choose the time and place." Qiao Guo thought about it and decided that their home would be the best place. At times like this,
Ruan Weixiong would be very angry. If he got angry, arguing, cursing, kicking, and hitting... it's still a family scandal,
unseen by outsiders.

If arguing, cursing, and hitting can get things done, that's fine.

What's truly worrisome is when the more you want something done, the less he agrees. He drags it out, dragging it out until you're exhausted.

The next afternoon, Qiao Guo, lost in thought, went to see Ruan Weixiong.

She sank into the soft fabric sofa, and when she spoke, her heart
softened. "Weixiong, it's come to this, there's something I have to say."

"Qiao Qiao, say what you want to say." Ruan Weixiong was surprisingly calm, his tone unchanged.

It was as if she were standing on a cliff, about to jump into the sea; with her eyes closed, Qiao Guo jumped. "I think we should
break up— "

There was no slapping, no splashing. When she opened her eyes again, Qiao Guo saw Ruan Weixiong holding
a piece of paper.

It was a pre-drafted divorce agreement. Both parties agreed...voluntarily dissolved...children...housing...
savings...other...all the conditions, all the details, were exactly as Qiao Guo had imagined. They had
been a loving couple, their hearts and minds in perfect harmony, even in separation, they were so united,
so in sync.

Yet, for no reason, Qiao Guo suddenly felt a surge of resentment.

Wasn't there a saying that a couple's true
feelings ? You didn't want anything, just freedom, right? Well, now he's completely agreed, he's generously
given it to you, what is there to complain about?

"Okay, that's it, I agree," Qiao Guo said.

A nameless grievance, like a chick trapped in its burrow, whimpered incessantly in her throat.

"When do you want to proceed?"

"Now."

That stubbornness was like a warrior, charging headlong into the other's arms.

"Alright."

Faced with calm, the warrior's charge silently dissolved.

"I'll go first, I'll wait for you outside—" Qiao Guo stood up abruptly. She worried that if she stayed any longer, tears would
well up in her eyes.

As she left, Qiao Guo habitually glanced at the ground to her right, and there she saw a black
garbage bag. Household trash was usually left there first, then picked up before leaving. Out of
habit , Qiao Guo bent down and picked it up as usual, carrying it down the stairs.

As she walked, Qiao Guo suddenly had a feeling, as if she were that garbage bag,
being taken out of her house by herself…

Before dusk, Qiao Guo had completed her identity transformation. She had gone from a respectable woman to
a single woman.

With a sense of relief, Qiao Guo entered a supermarket. She went on a near-frenzied shopping spree: braised chicken, fried shrimp, smoked
sausage , char siu, braised pig's trotters, roast duck… When she came out of the supermarket, her hands were full of shopping
bags, and she could barely bend down to get into a taxi.

Then came the willing and sincere act of cooking. The cold dishes were laid out, the wine glasses were brought out,
the chicken soup was simmering in the pot, and all the ingredients for the stir-fried dishes were prepared on the table. Only then did she sit down to rest, and only then did
she have a free hand to call Lu Lianbi.

It was an unwavering promise, a vow as firm as mountains and seas: Qiao Guo and Lu Lianbi would split
up, each going home to file for divorce, and then return to this base to reunite victoriously.

At this moment, one army had already returned in triumph, but what about the other? — Qiao Guo first called Lu Lianbi's cell phone,
but it was switched off and she couldn't get through. Then she tried pager, watching the clock, three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes…
no response. An ominous premonition slowly crept in during the silence, growing louder and faster!

Qiao Guo sat there helplessly, letting the premonition assail her. She remembered that
before , she had called Lu Lianbi's cell phone once, and it was switched off too; then she tried pager, and there was no response either. At the time,
Qiao Guo was immersed in her success and her shopping desires, oblivious to these initial anomalies.

Night fell, and the chicken soup in the pot grew cold.

A table full of heartfelt dishes lay there, just like Qiao Guo, unattended.

Every ten minutes, she would call out on her cell phone and pager, her arm outstretched,
calling out . However, she received no response, as if those two numbers didn't
exist, as if no one owned them.

That day, Lu Lianbi woke up late; he left Anya at 8:30 in the morning.

He drove to "Qiyuxuan" on Huangyang Avenue and saw from afar that his storefront's large roller shutter door, like sleepy eyelids, remained closed. Lu Lianbi found it strange; usually at this time…
"Qiyuxuan" should be open for business. Even if Luo Jinfeng was sleeping in, there was still the shop assistant Jinzhi,
and Old Ma sleeping inside.

Lu Lianbi locked his car and went over to bang on the roller shutter door.

"Hey, hey, Boss Lu—"

Old Ma answered, not from inside the shop, but from behind. Lu Lianbi turned around and saw Old Ma
riding his old bicycle, sweating profusely, rushing towards him along the roadside. After a few words, he understood the gist of the situation.
Late last night, Lu Lianbi's daughter, Danqin, suddenly fell seriously ill and was unconscious. In a panic, Luo Jinfeng called
Old Ma from the shop, and the two of them took Danqin to the hospital. At four in the morning, while the child was being resuscitated,
Luo Jinfeng suddenly collapsed. Old Ma had to call Jinzhi as well.

After hearing this, Lu Lianbi didn't go into the shop; he immediately drove to the hospital.

His daughter was the first priority. Overnight, the child's round, chubby face seemed to collapse, devoid of any
color. Tubes were plugged into her nostrils, tubes were inserted into her arms, and various other wires protruded from her body,
connected to the flickering monitor.

"Danqin, Danqin!—" Lu Lianbi pressed his face against hers, holding his daughter's small hand, calling her name repeatedly
. The child's eyelids didn't move, her breathing weak and rapid.

He asked a nurse and learned that the preliminary diagnosis was acute viral pneumonia and viral myocarditis. The child had
developed heart failure and an enlarged heart, and the condition was not yet under effective control. The prognosis was still uncertain.

Upon hearing this, Lu Lianbi's body went limp, and he collapsed beside his daughter. He lay there stiffly, his mind
blank, like a washed-out sack.

After a long time, he was finally woken up by Old Ma to go visit Luo Jinfeng, who was lying in another ward.

Luo Jinfeng had already sat up in bed, a blanket behind her, her back straight, motionless,
her face expressionless, looking like a clay statue in a temple.

"Feng, are you feeling better?" Lu Lianbi asked, stepping forward.

"Fine." Still a blank, clay-like face.

"Look, look, how did it get like this!—" Lu Lianbi rubbed his hands, somewhat
bewildered . He truly didn't understand how the situation had suddenly turned out this way!

"What a sin, what a sin..." the clay statue murmured incessantly.

Lu Lianbi froze, as if it were truly the voice of the gods. Then, chaos ensued before his eyes.
He saw two naked, sweaty, slippery bodies, entwined like snakes,
twisting and turning wildly and frantically...

The night they went to Shuimu Mountain, after their first time making love in the car with Qiao Guo, Danqin also developed a high fever and
was hospitalized!

It's always like this. Could this child really be a spirit? Could there really be some kind of premonition? —
Thinking this, a chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat broke out.

The phone rang at that moment, its sound particularly jarring.

"Give it here—" Luo Jinfeng stretched out her hand.

Her hand was thin and pale, as if shimmering with the phosphorescence of withered bones. Lu Lianbi stared at it, involuntarily handing
over the phone.

The small black thing shrieked in the woman's palm, like an ungrateful mouse. The woman
frowned , her teeth clenched, and with a swift movement, the little thing was disemboweled. Then, with a flick of her wrist,
the battery on the back cover fell to the ground with a thud, like discarded entrails.

Knowing his sins were grave, Lu Lianbi simply hung his head.

Suddenly, the pager also started ringing incessantly.

The woman reached out again, grasping the little thing in her palm. It was a small fish; she did the same, gills removed,
belly cut open, and with a flick of her wrist, the small battery also fell to the ground.

As if she could read the man's mind, as if she knew what he was going to do, the woman's eyes were dry, her expression
sorrowful yet resolute. She said, "Do as you please. If you don't want us, leave. If you do, stay
here obediently."

Lu Lianbi silently walked over, picked up a sweet pear from the bedside table, and slowly peeled it. The rough skin
was removed, revealing the tender, juicy flesh. Lu Lianbi held it to the woman's dry lips. The woman
took a bite and suddenly burst into tears.

In the days following his daughter's recovery, Lu Lianbi remained completely focused. Rather than being controlled by someone else,
he was more like being controlled by himself. He didn't contact Qiao Guo, as if everything related to her was taboo. He
kept his distance from this taboo, unwilling and afraid to touch it.

During those days, the one who suffered the most was Qiao Guo.

That first long night of waiting seemed to have drained all of Qiao Guo's energy. She was even
too weak to cope with the inevitable daily routine. She didn't know how she left
Anya to go to work; nor did she know how she returned to this apartment every evening, enduring one long night after another until dawn. Every time she turned the key to open the door, she would hear that person's voice, calling "Guoguo," "Guoguo! "
so familiarly ; every time she turned her body, she would see that person's figure before her eyes, like a fish, floating in every corner of the room. Entering the apartment was terrifying, but she had to come in. Waiting in this apartment was terrifying, yet she had to bear this terror alone, enduring this bitter solitude. Qiao 　　Guo couldn't guess what had happened, but something must have already occurred. Qiao Guo never called or paged Lu Lianbi again; all the calls and pages had already been made that first night. 　　Qiao Guo thought: since he hadn't called, it meant he couldn't or didn't want to call. So what was the point of calling him? 　　Qiao Guo also didn't go to Lu Lianbi's house. Since he hadn't come, it meant he couldn't or didn't want to come. So what's the point of going to his house then? 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　... 　　Even her desire to shop waned. All the leftovers from that heartbreaking dinner were stored in the refrigerator for Qiao Guo to enjoy alone, to savor slowly. 　　Tonight, when Qiao Guo opened the refrigerator, she finally saw that the freezer was empty . Unable to decide whether to feel joy or sadness, Qiao Guo blankly took out the duck, heated it in the microwave, cooked a bowl of noodles, and then sat down to eat.

She chewed with difficulty. It was a duck rib, like a chicken rib, too precious to discard, yet tasteless to eat.
And so , her longing for the man who had vanished without a trace surged forth, like a torrent of sorrow, its flow endless.
Yet she had no way of knowing if his heart was like hers, or if he would betray her love.

Just as she was about to spit out the remaining duck rib, the door clicked, and Lu Lianbi walked in.

He looked like he'd just finished a shopping spree; his legs were wrapped in various shopping bags, making it
difficult for him to walk .

"Guoguo, Guoguo!—"

The bags all fell to the floor. The skinny, long-haired man leaped up, neighing loudly!

Qiao Guo stood up, stunned. She couldn't believe her eyes; she couldn't believe that
the man who had caused her so much sorrow had suddenly disappeared and then suddenly returned.

The man embraced her tightly, making her joints crack like crushed walnuts, and then began
a deep, bone-chilling kiss. The scorching heat and heavy resentment were all absorbed by that deep kiss,
and Qiao Guo felt light as the wind and warm as the sunset.

She wept with joy.

Naturally, they recounted the days since they last met.

"Look, look—"

Qiao Guo showed him the promise she had kept, the legally binding divorce papers. She was so
joyful and proud, like a champion holding her gold medal after a hard-fought battle.

Lu Lianbi felt ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Guo Guo, I haven't… it's like this, something happened…"

Viral pneumonia. Viral myocarditis. Just discharged from the hospital. It's not the right time, I can't speak. Wait until the child
is better , wait—Dudu, Guo Guo understands. Dudu, Guo Guo won't force you. Look how thin you are,
it breaks my heart.

Guo Guo, you've lost weight too. It's all my fault. Forgive me, I can't tell you. This kind of thing
can't be explained , I have to see you in person. You wait, I will, I will.

When Qiao Guo and Lu Lianbi made love, all she longed for was "it was there," just that it was there. At that moment, Qiao Guo,
with tears in her eyes, said with utter innocence, "You're back, it's so good you're back—"

The man's heart broke.

All he could offer was sex. It was as if sex could make up for everything.

When the man offered himself to Qiao Guo, she went mad. She wished she could die beneath this man.

All night long, the two were entwined in a state between sleep and wakefulness. At the first light of dawn, Lu Lianbi suddenly
opened his eyes , wide awake. He propped himself up on his elbows, carefully examining the woman in his arms. Qiao Guo suddenly hugged
him tightly, murmuring as if in a dream, "What, are you leaving again?—"

"No, no, no, I just wanted to look at you properly," the man said, kissing Qiao Guo's ear, "I can't live without you.
"

"Liar." Her voice seemed to hold unspeakable grievance.

“I swear to God, I’ll come every day. Whenever I have time, I’ll stay here with you.”

Qiao Guo smiled, holding out her finger for Lu Lianbi to pinky swear. Lu Lianbi smiled too,
extending .

“Pinky promise, for a hundred years, no turning back!”

What seemed like a half-joking game was actually an incredibly sincere vow. The man spoke with absolute
sincerity. He knew he had wronged this woman. Since he had made the promise, he was determined to keep it this time.

However, he didn’t realize that he was about to do something beyond his own capabilities.

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