Chairman Husband, Too Boorish - 177

Chapter 177 : I'm so tired, I can't hold on any longer.

"Remember, I brought it up first. Now, I'm telling you—let's get a divorce!"

Yan Liang spoke each word slowly and firmly, each syllable like a layer of frost. Liang Xi Cheng had always known that the woman in his arms was someone who would rather break than bend, so regarding his relationship with Ye Qing, his only headache was her. He hoped she could give him her full support as before.

Even though he knew his thoughts were selfish, he didn't want to lose her. What else could he do?

“I never said I wanted a divorce.” Liang Xi Cheng frowned, his features darkening, his tone cold. “Yan Liang, what did Ye Qing say to you? You don’t have to listen, but you must believe me. I said I wouldn’t betray you.”

Yan Liang sneered, “Why do you think Ye Qing told me something? Liang Xi Cheng, do you really think I’m far away in England and therefore know nothing? Do you know how powerful the internet is these days? Do you really think that I only have one channel in the whole world—through you or Ye Qing—to know that you two are preparing to get married in City A? Is that it?”

She struggled with all her might. Liang Xi Cheng held her waist tightly, one hand pressing against her shoulder, his brow furrowed in an indescribable pain. "Yan Liang ..."

"Let go! I told you to let go! Did you hear me? Why are you still holding me? Let go—mmm—"

Her emotions were too intense, her words sharp, each syllable piercing Liang Xi Cheng's heart. He used one hand to hold Yan Liang's hands back, the other forcefully pressing her lips down, kissing her deeply, roughly prying open her teeth, forcefully sucking on her tongue. Yan Liang felt some pain, making soft "mmm" sounds of resistance, but Liang Xi Cheng held her even tighter, their bodies pressed tightly together. Having had so much intimacy, Liang Xi Cheng knew her sensitive spots all too well. His nimble tongue swept across her inner walls, causing the woman in his arms to tremble. Finally, her struggles became futile; he completely controlled her breathing, and only then did Liang Xi Cheng loosen his grip slightly.

His sensual, thin lips pressed against hers. As Liang Xi Cheng spoke, he held her chin firmly with one hand, preventing her from moving an inch. His hot breath, with each movement of his lips, filled her mouth.

“Now, are you calm? Can you listen to me?”

“… I won’t listen!” Yan Liang said forcefully, her tone filled with resentment and a hint of choked grievance.

She was truly aggrieved.

She never felt how arduous or difficult her journey of loving him had been, but she had always tried. The result of her efforts was that he was about to marry another woman. She wasn't a saint; she truly couldn't accept it.

"Fine, you don't have to listen, you can choose not to listen, but since you've brought it up this far, I have to make things clear."

"…"

"Yan Liang, I admit, I'm sorry. I should have told you this beforehand. But you were in England all that time, and considering what happened over 20 years ago, you already harbored resentment towards me. I really didn't know how to bring it up. Do you know how difficult it was for me to come to England? You know I love you, Yan Liang … I …"

"Shut up! Enough! Enough!"

The word "love," coming from his mouth now, seemed both ridiculous and laughable to Yan Liang. She shook her head, her body restrained, unable to move, only able to shake her head. Tears welled up quickly, blurring her vision. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears, but they still fell in a flurry, crawling down her cheeks like writhing worms.

"Don't say anymore! I … I don't want to hear anything. Liang Xi Cheng, there's nothing more cruel than this in this world! Why ... I really can't understand why you're asking me to be more understanding? If I were marrying another man today, would you agree? I'm asking you to be more understanding, would you?"

"…"

"... Your expression says it all. You wouldn't agree either, would you? Since you can't agree, why are you forcing me now? You love me? Is this how you love me? No, I can't accept this kind of way of you …"

"Yan Liang …"

"Don't call me, let me go … I beg you, let me go—"

Her desperate cries made Liang Xi Cheng's heart ache. He reached out to wipe away her tears, but the more he wiped, the more tears flowed. Liang Xi Cheng's expression grew even colder, his eyes filled with an unyielding chill. "I won't let you go, Yan Liang. You are my wife, I won't let you go."

"You're going to marry Ye Qing now, she's your wife, and I'll divorce you—"

"Don't say the word 'divorce'! Do you hear me? Don't say it!"

Liang Xi Cheng reached out and gripped her waist, his thin lips pressed against hers, his tone domineering yet tinged with bitterness. He spoke slowly, each word close to her trembling red lips, "Baby, no, believe me, I won't divorce you. Ye Qing and I are just putting on an act. I need to get something from Ye Sheng Ming, I need to buy her time. I've already thought of a way, give me some time, I won't let you go, do you hear me? Don't say those two words again, I don't want to hear them, don't say them again, don't say them again …"

"…"

Actually, she had considered that there must be a reason why Liang Xi Cheng and Ye Qing were acting this way. It wasn't that she couldn't believe it; Yan Liang knew that her sadness, her emotional turmoil, were all because she couldn't bear it, no woman could bear it.

But even if there was a reason, so what?

She admitted she couldn't do it. A woman, handing over the man she loved most to another woman … Regardless of whether there was true love, she couldn't do it. She wasn't that kind of magnanimous saint; she simply couldn't.

"… Liang Xi Cheng, I've been trying so hard, trying so hard to keep up with you, trying so hard … to love you more, to love you unconditionally. I told myself, what does the past matter? What about my parents' situation? My mother can understand me, and I believe my father can understand me too. I selfishly made excuses for myself, believing that as long as I felt happy, my parents would understand me … No matter how hard I struggled, how much bitterness I felt, I wanted to stand by your side. Now I know it still wasn't enough. You have responsibilities you can't shirk, and I've given up my principles and my persistence for you time and time again. But after giving up, I realized it still wasn't enough … You need too much …"

"... It's like you've diluted the very air in my world. I'm trying so hard to adjust, but you still don't want enough ... I'm so tired, so incredibly tired. Can't you just let me go? You have so many things you want to do, but I don't want to depend on you like this anymore ..."

By the end, Yan Liang felt as if all her strength had been drained away. She felt agonizing; a deep, stabbing pain pierced her left ribcage, making it hard to breathe. Giving him up—she had never considered it.

When her mother had her accident, she hadn't thought of it. When she learned the truth from over 20 years ago, she hadn't thought of it. When she faced a life-or-death situation, she hadn't thought of it ...

She thought that after all the suffering, things would eventually turn around.

—But little did she know, this road had only just begun, fraught with thorns. Someone had ruthlessly taken off her shoes, forcing her to walk barefoot. At the end of the road, the man waiting for her—was he still worth all this suffering?

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