The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

He stared, still in shock from the dream.

In his nightmare, his Yanyan was walking along the riverside while he kept calling her name from behind, but she couldn’t hear him and just walked. He dashed toward her only to find her disappeared.

Yixuan made a tight fist, still sweating from the fright.

An arm gently wrapped onto his waist.

Yuwei frowned in discontent, burning rage inwardly.

She had lost count on his calling for “Yanyan”, and every time it exasperated her.

“Yixuan, what’s wrong? She’s gone for a month now, you need to stop.” Yuwei complained in a pitched tone, making no effort to disguise her dissatisfaction. She hated her life, and she had started to hate the man who’s having trouble embracing his present and letting go of his past. She had had the help dump all of Xiyan’s belongings, but it felt like the house was still haunted by her.

Yixuan sparred his head, trying to club away the vivid pictures spinning in it.

“I’m sorry, Yuwei,” he jumped out of bed and went for the bathroom.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, tired and glum.

It was the first day of the lunar new year, but he was clearly not in the mood for festivities.

Am I truly ready to let her go? He questioned himself and was answered by his own sullen face.

He grabbed a towel soaked with cold water and tried to wash that gloom away, but he couldn’t. His face refused to lie and betrayed his feeling.

No! He clenched his fist again and made a decision.

He wouldn’t accept her complete disappearance. He needed her to be in the same city and live close enough for he to drop by anytime, even when divorced. She might no longer be his wife, but he still saw her as family, the one person he cared about most. He wouldn’t allow her to live alone and lonely in another city for the rest of her life, not if he would take care of her, just like how she used to take care of him.

When back to the bedroom Yixuan went straight to the closet and started rummaging through clothes for everything she picked up for him, shirts, sweaters, pants, coats… He sorted them all out.

This move rattled Yuwei, who immediately sensed something wrong and jumped off bed to stop the man.

“Yixuan, what are you doing? It’s not even morning yet. Where are you going?” She asked, her eyes burning with anger.

God knows how mad she was.

Yixuan let her words brush off and stayed focused on getting dressed – he couldn’t even wait till he was fully dressed to stride out.

“Yixuan,” Yuwei called his name, tears swirling around in her eyes.

“Yixuan, don’t go. We agreed we were visiting my parents today. Please don’t go.” Knowing that strong-arming wouldn’t work on the man, Yuwei chose crying to win some sympathy.

But the trick seemed to stop working as well.

It only stalled the man to shoot her a brief look before returning to his resolution. He reached for his wallet to pull out a golden card and gave it to the woman.

“I’m sorry, Yuwei, but I need a few days to take care of something. You can buy anything you or your parents want.” Having dropped that, he freed himself from Yuwei.

The woman was left frozen at where she stood, her eyes stinging from watching him leave while. By the time she was able to react he had gone downstairs.