She Asks for a Divorce Again-Chapter 19 - Bring Her Home
Chapter 19: Chapter 19 Bring Her Home
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“Heyu, was it you again?”
Pei Yansi’s voice was icy and brimming with obvious danger, his tone laden with more reproach and anger than before. Heyu felt her heart skip a beat. She should’ve been used to it by now, but his expression when saying those words involuntarily came to mind.
He must have looked grim, with eyes full of malice.
Heyu didn’t understand, and spoke softly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Her calm tone only enraged Pei Yansi further, his voice colder still, “Do you only know how to use the same old tricks? Do you want to get rid of anyone close to me in this manner?”
At first, Heyu was confused, but upon hearing the phrase “the same old tricks,” what was there not to understand?
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Mentioning the death of her sister, Fanshuang, pricked Heyu’s heart. Her eyes began to sting with tears, yet she managed to feign a calm voice, “If you’re just trying to provoke me, I’m hanging up.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Bai Sheng’er’s whining sobs through the phone, her words indistinct among the tears, “Yansi, how could these people know my new address? Director Shen saw it in that video, she must know…”
“These thugs look like the same group as those who sent the wreath last time…”
Her sobs continued, interspersed with gasps as she struggled to contain her cries, squeezing them out through her throat and nose, sounding incredibly pitiable.
Heyu listened, and even as a woman herself, if she didn’t know Bai Sheng’er’s true face, she might have been moved to sympathy by her plight.
Pei Yansi then coldly said, “Wasn’t Fanshuang enough for you? You keep using the same tricks. Do you know what would’ve happened to you if those men had broken in tonight?”
Heyu tried to explain, “It wasn’t me, I’ve always been with you…”
She had always been with him, where would she find the time? She had even less reason to bother with Bai Sheng’er.
But Pei Yansi cut her off, paying no attention to her explanation, “I’m warning you for the last time, Heyu. Don’t test my patience. If there’s a next time… I don’t think you want to know what will become of you.”
He hung up the phone abruptly.
Suddenly the air became still. The vast bedroom was so silent it was unnerving, and all Heyu could hear was her own somewhat labored breathing.
In the end, no one would ever believe her, whether it was about Fanshuang’s incident or Bai Sheng’er’s matter.
Remembering the blame she had faced in the years since Fanshuang’s passing, Heyu couldn’t hold back; a tear silently coursed down her cheek in the night.
Heyu felt weary. The next day, she didn’t rise early. She didn’t need to go to the office when she was resting.
In a groggy state, she heard the apartment door being opened, followed by the unhurried footsteps and the sound of a suitcase’s wheels rolling across the floor.
Heyu frowned, picked up her coat to throw it on, and walked out to see Yansi sitting in the living room.
He was dressed in a custom black suit, his tall figure slumped on the sofa, holding a cigarette that he didn’t light, simply fiddling with it.
Hearing the main bedroom door open, he turned his head, his indifferent gaze passing over Heyu without a word.
Heyu’s gaze shifted to Bai Sheng’er beside him, noting the black suitcase behind her, the little dress she was wearing, and her tender, unpainted face made even more pitiful by the reddened corners of her eyes, seemingly from crying.
Shen Heyu only felt a chill in her heart as she walked up to Pei Yansi, her tone very cold, “What do you mean?”
She rarely spoke to him with that tone. Pei Yansi paused in his toying with the cigarette, then his piercing gaze shot towards her as he said, “She was terrified by those people last night—staying alone isn’t safe, and she’s scared. Starting today, she’ll be staying in the guest room for a while.”
At those words, Shen Heyu laughed outright.
Yet in those beautiful brows and eyes, there wasn’t a trace of mirth—only endless, penetrating coldness.
Every time she showed that expression, Pei Yansi felt an irritation in his heart, and hearing her laughter only seemed to ignite a fire within him. He sneered, “Angry now? You didn’t think about the consequences when you had those things done. After so many years, you haven’t progressed a bit, still as malicious as ever.”
Shen Heyu repressed the smile on her face, her gaze fiercely fixed on Pei Yansi.
A cold light moved across her eyes, carrying with it an indescribable pain. For some reason, Pei Yansi felt pricked by her gaze, an almost imperceptible frown crossed his face, and he didn’t want to say anything more to her. His tall frame shifted slightly, standing up from the couch, he grabbed Bai Sheng’er’s suitcase from behind and began walking towards the guest room.
Shen Heyu then stepped forward stubbornly, blocking his path.
His broad body backlit by the light cast a shadow that enveloped her completely, making her clear, distant eyes seem even more painfully sorrowful, but her voice was resolute and brooked no argument, “I hope you realize, regardless of anything, we are still legally husband and wife. This is a home, and bringing her here—I know I have no right to control your actions.”
“But I have only one thing to say—if she’s here, I’m not, and if I’m here, she isn’t.”
At this, Pei Yansi let out a cold laugh, his scornful gaze chillingly fell upon her as he said in a deep voice, “Do you know what you’re saying?”
“I’m well aware.”
Shen Heyu replied firmly, small in stature in front of him, yet the aura she exuded was strong.
In the past, she had humbled herself before him for the sake of Shen Fanshuang.
But Bai Sheng’er did not deserve that.
After all, Shen Fanshuang was her own sister.
Because of her words, Pei Yansi didn’t move forward, and she showed no intention of stepping back either. The two stood in a silent confrontation, the atmosphere so taut it seemed to solidify.
Seeing this, Bai Sheng’er quickly took small steps forward, her tender white fingers tugging at Pei Yansi’s arm, her head bowed as she said in a choked voice, “Yansi, let’s not trouble you any further. I don’t want to make Director Shen uncomfortable, I’ll find another place to live…”
Playing the victim to get her way, she reached for the suitcase.
But Pei Yansi brushed her off, saying, “Stay here.”
With that, he pulled the suitcase past Shen Heyu into the guest room, tossing over his shoulder a phrase, both light yet utterly ruthless, “Isn’t it either her or you? Since that’s the case, you leave.”
His voice was unvarying, his tone consistently even, but Shen Heyu could still hear the cold indifference in it.
As well as the choice he had made.
Shen Heyu stood rooted to the spot, in the midst of a scorching summer day, yet she felt as if she had plunged into an ice cellar.
Years ago, he had chosen Shen Fanshuang, and now it was someone else again.
Mocking herself, she curled the corners of her lips into a smile, without taking another glance at the guest room, she returned to the master bedroom to pack her own things.
