CHAPTER 381: CHAPTER 265: SPINOFF - THE DREAM DESTROYER (10)_2

Ziyan looked at him with inquiring eyes, and he said, "The school wants to create a set of photographic works, I want to ask you to be the model!"

Instinctively, Ziyan glanced at Tang Shaosheng standing behind him; Tang Shaosheng also looked at her displeased, as if threatening her with his gaze not to agree.

But Ziyan thought about it, it has been a year since their marriage, and he has a different woman by his side every day, she didn’t find it necessary to consider his opinion.

What’s more, her socializing was normal, unlike his which ended up in bed.

Ziyan didn’t look at him, and raised her hand to gesture to the boy: [But I don’t have any experience.]

The boy smiled: "No problem! You just have to be beautiful, I’ll take care of the rest."

[When will we shoot?]

"Let’s go to Nanshui Bay, how about tomorrow? It might take a whole day."

Ziyan nodded.

The boy smiled happily, thinking about spending the whole day alone with her tomorrow, he couldn’t hide his joy: "Then at nine o’clock tomorrow morning, I’ll come to the shop to find you."

Tang Shaosheng frowned, watching her nod.

The clerk finished packaging the 999 roses and handed them over: "Sir, the flowers are ready. Will you take them with you, or should we deliver them later?"

Tang Shaosheng, looking at Song Ziyan, said: "Deliver, I want your lady boss to deliver them personally."

The clerk smiled apologetically, then said: "We have dedicated delivery staff, sir, please leave your address."

Tang Shaosheng insisted, "I want your lady boss to deliver, I don’t accept anyone else."

The clerk looked at Ziyan in a difficult position, Ziyan came over: [It’s okay, I have to go out to buy some things later, I can deliver on the way.] Then she turned to look at Tang Shaosheng, very politely: [Sir, please leave your address.]

Tang Shaosheng elegantly wrote down a line of text, adding: "Deliver it at seven o’clock in the evening."

Ziyan nodded: [No problem.]

Tang Shaosheng glared at the boy before turning to leave upon receiving a call from the company.

The boy didn’t notice anything amiss, confirmed his plans with Ziyan for tomorrow, chatted for a while, and then left.

In the evening, Ziyan ate in the shop and after going over the next day’s work, she left after six o’clock to deliver the flowers.

The address given by Tang Shaosheng seemed to be a social event venue, and when Ziyan arrived by taxi, there were already a lot of people gathered in the hall.

He should have arrived by this time; Ziyan, holding a heavy bunch of flowers, searched around for a trace of him.

Tang Shaosheng had seen her the moment she walked in, arm in arm with a seductive woman, walking towards her direction.

Ziyan was searching and turned to see him coming this way.

Seeing him intimately embracing another woman, she was not surprised, and walked quickly forward, handing him the flowers and the delivery receipt.

The woman looked at Tang Shaosheng with a smile: "Dear, did you buy these?"

Tang Shaosheng nodded, "Mm, do you like them?"

The woman took the flowers and, standing on tiptoes, left a kiss mark on Tang Shaosheng’s cheek, oblivious to Tang Shaosheng’s slightly furrowed brows, and said happily: "I love them! Thank you, dear."

Ziyan held out the receipt; Tang Shaosheng glanced at it but did not reach out to take it.

He looked down at the woman in his arms: "You go upstairs first, I’ll be there in a moment."

"Okay, be quick!" The woman walked upstairs, boasting to her friends while holding the bright roses.

Tang Shaosheng grabbed Ziyan’s wrist and pulled her towards a corner, his heart was inexplicably angry; he had bought the flowers for another woman, and she had really delivered them!

At a corner, he stopped, took the receipt and wrote down his name and said: "You’re not allowed to go out with that guy tomorrow."

Ziyan did not respond, but gestured: [Sir, you haven’t paid yet.]

Tang Shaosheng threw the receipt at her angrily and took out his wallet: "Song Ziyan, are you trying to infuriate me?" He pulled out a stack of red bills, stuffing them into her hand.

"Find a place to wait for me! We’ll go back together later."

She still didn’t give a straightforward answer, just counted the money in her hand and returned the excess to him.

Tang Shaosheng glared at her: "Did you hear me?!"

Ziyan nodded lightly, knowing that if she didn’t wait, it wouldn’t be peaceful for her at home tonight.

"Keep the rest of the money for living expenses. I will come to eat at your place this month."

Ziyan gestured: [I don’t cook.]

"How about wherever you eat, I eat too?" He paused, then pulling her hand questioned: "Where is the ring?!"

Ziyan pulled her hand back, saying: [It’s inconvenient to work while wearing it.]

Tang Shaosheng let go of her hand angrily, knowing that maybe she thought it was too conspicuous; after all, no one knew about their marriage.

He blamed himself for being an incompetent husband, which gave other men a chance.

But her indifferent attitude made him frustrated.

After being rejected three times when she proposed divorce, she didn’t bring it up again, but their relationship was just like after a divorce, except for that piece of paper, he didn’t know what else connected them.

"Find a place to sit by yourself, if you’re hungry go find something to eat, I’m going upstairs."

She hung her head in acquiescence, turned, and left before him.

Tang Shaosheng was so frustrated with her indifference, he kicked a sofa beside him before heading upstairs.

Ziyan didn’t quite like such places; staying inside felt somewhat stuffy, especially since her casual attire didn’t quite fit in.

So she walked straight outside the hotel, sitting on a bench under a streetlamp.

Blowing in the night breeze and lost in thought, she observed the bustling nightlife that didn’t belong to her.

Through the year, she had seen through many things, and her life had come down to one rule: cherish what belongs to you, and let go of what doesn’t.

Nothing should be forced, nor should one live in the past.

Just like she couldn’t dwell on singing, trapped in the pain of losing her voice; nor could she expect Tang Shaosheng to be a responsible man and take on the role of a husband.

She viewed life with neutrality; good or bad, she didn’t complain about gains and losses, treating them as part of the journey of life, which wasn’t so bad after all.

Tang Shaosheng sat upstairs, glancing at the woman outside the window, stupidly sitting and not knowing what she was thinking...