Can not doing what one wants be called rebirth?

Chapter 137 135. Internal friction among counselors

At 6:10 in the evening, the crisp tapping sounds of high heels could be heard in the empty corridor of the faculty and staff dormitory.

"Xiao Guo, did you have a fight with your husband?"

The aunt who looks after the faculty and staff dormitory has worked at Nanhu University for 30 years, and she claims that there is no faculty and staff member within a ten-mile radius that she doesn't know.

Even if she was not a gossipy aunt, it was hard not to ask questions when she saw the married Guo Minjie living alone in the staff dormitory for a week.

This is obviously abnormal.

"Auntie, we are separated."

Guo Minjie tried hard to force a smile, and her left hand unconsciously clenched the thin strap on her shoulder to keep her emotions stable.

Although she knew very well that there was no impenetrable wall in the system, this day would come sooner or later.

But it happened too fast.

She had only lived in the staff dormitory for a few days when clues were discovered.

But it is no wonder that, although Nanhu University has solved the accommodation problem for faculty and staff from other places, few young teachers would live in such a place.

University teachers have a good social status and their income easily exceeds the average level. Except for young girls who have just graduated, most single teachers will move out immediately.

Not to mention married young women.

"what?"

The aunt was stunned and looked at Guo Minjie from head to toe with curious eyes. She couldn't help but speak the local dialect of Jiangcheng.

"Ying Kai is a good guy, why?"

"The personalities aren't right."

Guo Minjie bit her lower lip. Some words were on the tip of her tongue, but she took a deep breath and swallowed them down.

Separation should also be dignified.

".It's okay. It's normal for young people nowadays to break up and get back together. If you get along well, then look for someone else. If not, then move on to the next one."

"Marriage is not so sacred anymore. Times have changed."

The aunt understood as soon as she heard it, and smiled and comforted Guo Minjie with a few words, without any intention of asking the reason.

"Fortunately, you haven't given birth yet, so you can pack up and leave. That's a good thing."

"Um"

"Go back and have a good rest."

Guo Minjie nodded to the concierge, forced a smile, and walked towards the dormitory with tired steps.

As soon as she entered the room, Guo Minjie finally relaxed. She leaned against the edge of the door and let out a long sigh.

She lifted her left foot and tapped her ankle gently to free one of her feet completely, then repeated the same action and walked towards the chair barefoot.

The dormitory was quiet. The setting sun slanted into the room through the window, and occasionally there were the laughter of students passing by, the sound of wind, and the rustling of leaves.

Autumn is coming, and there will be no more cicadas to keep her company.

Guo Minjie sat on the stool in a daze for more than ten minutes, until the sunset turned a corner and the light became dimmer and dimmer.

So she got up, put on a pair of slippers, and walked towards the kitchen.

The one-bedroom dormitory is not big, but the leader has unprecedentedly planned a space for new employees to cook their own meals, which is thoughtful.

Wash vegetables, light the fire, cook, and wash dishes.

A life that follows the rules is like a stagnant pool of water.

This one sentence tells the whole story of Guo Minjie's first twenty-eight years.

I get off work at 6pm and change out of my work clothes.

Cook meals by myself and drink a few beers occasionally.

Live like this till today.
Until the building collapsed.

She pulled out the sturdy hairpin from her black hair, put on a cool nightgown, and took off the anti-aging and rejuvenating mask on her face. After washing up, Guo Minjie lay on the small bed, her thoughts flying.

For a whole week after the divorce, she always felt that something was missing.

On weekdays, she and Ying Kai were just a couple in name only. The latter was either out socializing or using the excuse of working overtime. Most of the time, she was still alone at home like she is now.

It was not until today when the concierge saw through her strangeness and said something to her that Guo Minjie truly felt it.

There is no point in trying to forget the past by playing ostrich.

Since others will find out about your relationship status sooner or later, you might as well accept the reality.

Yes, she should have started a new life long ago.

Ever since Lu Jincheng half-pushed her into taking advantage of him after she was drunk, she has been caught in endless internal friction.

Because of the correct values ​​that she had been taught since childhood, it was difficult for her to accept, from any perspective, that she and her students had developed an intimate relationship that went beyond that between teacher and student.

Not to mention, the timing was delicate, on the night of the divorce.

Guo Minjie, oh Guo Minjie, you just got single again and you're already rolling around with someone, how horny are you!

But does she really want it that much?
After repeatedly asking herself, she had to admit it.

Yes, she did. She was not eighteen years old, full of youth, nor eight years old, ignorant, but twenty-eight years old, ripe as a peach.

How can I not think about it?
If the counselor had no needs at all in her heart, she would not have to divorce her ex-husband, and they could have lived together just fine.

This is how many sexless couples go through. No matter how cunning Mr. Lu's methods are or how good his rhetoric is, he can never succeed.

As the saying goes, flies won't bite seamless eggs, and no honey will attract no butterflies or bees.

The reason why she was so internally conflicted was because she discovered that there was an ever-widening gap between her values ​​and her physical needs.

Although she didn't want to recall it at all, she tried her best to erase that ridiculous night from her mind.

But while the brain was working hard, the body began to stop.

The man ripped open his zipper, straightened his back with a smile, and slapped the round sound.
She was obviously drunk, but she didn't know why.

Every detail and every process that night was like a movie.

As long as Guo Minjie closes her eyes, it can play in the dark.

Especially the scene that keeps replaying in my mind.

Lu Jincheng pinched his neck, the corners of his mouth curled up, and the outline of his body above was clear.

During the long night, his voice was low, like the demon in her heart that tempted her into the Garden of Eden to eat the forbidden fruit.

"Xiao Jie, scream!"

"What are you yelling about?"

"What do you say?"

"Little Lu."

"Who the hell are you calling Xiao Lu?"

With a loud slap, the man increased the force of his fingertips and asked again.

"Think carefully, what should you call me today?"

"Jincheng."

"No! What should you call yourself? Think again!"

He hit her again without holding back, leaving her eyes blurry.

"I can't figure it out."

Guo Minjie felt a little aggrieved. She tried her best to think of something but couldn't come up with anything.

I can’t think of it, I really can’t think of it!

The man didn't say anything, he just turned her over.

Guo Minjie remained kneeling with her hands tied behind her back. The man grabbed her hair with one hand and exerted force on both ends.

What followed was almost crazy.

In just five minutes, Guo Minjie lost all control and her final sanity was gone.

"What did you call me? Call!"

"husband!"

Guo Minjie closed her eyes, arched her body and stretched it tight, her voice was sharp, and she only spoke to him out of instinct.

When the new name came out, she seemed to realize something, and the little bit of clarity she had picked up was also abandoned.

The eagle soars into the sky and flies thousands of miles away.

"Ah! Husband!!!"

"!!!!!!"

Guo Minjie shook her head, opened her eyes to dispel her fantasies, her eyes filled with confusion.

I fucking remembered this scene again.

I clearly agreed not to think about it.

So annoying.

The counselor frowned, his chest heaving, and his breathing became deeper.

She took out her cell phone, hoping to find an excuse for her reverie during the long night.

I slid across an app called Meiyu, and sure enough, she found it.

Is it so hard to control on the eve of this damn menstrual period?
Never mind, there is a reason for everything.

It’s not my fault.

Guo Minjie sighed, turned away, closed her eyes and refused to look.

Her hand reached for the bedside table.

There was a small gift that Lu Jincheng gave her.

A round thing.

(End of this chapter)