Mr. Shang, please be passionately in love after marriage.

divorce.

Shang Hanzhou seemed to be provoked by those two words, and he was so angry that he laughed softly.

Is she so eager to sever all ties with him and then return to Jiangcheng with Jiang Zheng?

She's dreaming!

His burning hot palm gripped the woman's soft waist, forcing her to sit on his lap. He leaned in, his dark and cold eyes fixed on her.

I wish I could cut open her heart and see what it was made of.

They are husband and wife, and they will be married for almost three years.

How could she possibly have another man in her heart?

Instead of getting angry, Shang Hanzhou laughed. He grabbed her chin and, unlike before, kissed and bit her without any pity.

He pried open her lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue.

It went straight to the back of the throat.

Their moist lips and tongues intertwined, and he kissed them forcefully, stealing all their breath and squeezing out all the air from their lungs.

Cen hope's chest heaved violently.

He bit her lip, and just as she was about to suffocate, his fierce movements softened.

He licked her pink lips, his touch subtle, seemingly pleading and begging, though Cen hope couldn't quite tell.

She was so dizzy from his kiss that her hands were also restrained by him, and she couldn't move under him.

The man's lips kissed her chin, then slowly moved downwards.

It landed on the neck and collarbone.

And lingered for a long time at the undulating point.

In chaos.

Remembering the injury on his leg, she finally mustered the strength in her hands and pushed his head away.

"Shang Hanzhou!"

She shouted his name loudly, as if in resistance.

Shang Hanzhou felt a tightness in his chest from anger. Even after all this effort to please her, she still didn't want to?

"Full of it."

He called her by her nickname affectionately, and finally raised his head. His dark and deep gaze pressed heavily on her, not allowing her to struggle even a little.

at this point.

His eyes turned red with jealousy, and his former noble demeanor vanished as he gritted his teeth and pressed for answers.

"Cen hope, I'm your husband!"

Eight love letters.

From the age of eighteen to twenty-six.

Spanning a full eight years, through her most passionate and sincere youth, she loved another person with such devotion.

He could recite the contents of every love letter by heart, and recalling even a single word was like a slow, agonizing torture for him, causing him to lose all reason.

She wrote the first love letter.

Dear Z, this is the first year I've liked you.

I guess you'll never know I like you, but that's okay. Just watching you from afar is enough for me.

The second love letter was written by her.

Dear Z, this is the second year I've liked you.

Another year has passed in the blink of an eye. You are so far away. I don't know how to get closer to you, nor can I get closer to you.

The third love letter was written by her.

Dear Z, this is the third year I've liked you.

Yuzu advised me to give up on you as soon as possible. I tried, but I would always think of that rainy day at night. I was so pathetic, secretly liking you for another year.

She wrote the fourth love letter.

Dear Z, this is the fourth year I've liked you.

I'm graduating from university, you know? I want to stay in Beijing.

She wrote the fifth love letter.

Dear Z, this is the fifth year I've liked you.

My mom asked me if I had a crush on a boy, but I didn't dare tell her I did, let alone that it was you.

She wrote the sixth love letter.

Dear Z, this is six years of liking you.

I think I should give up on you, but the thought of making this decision makes me want to cry. You'll never know that I liked you.

……

The eighth love letter, she wrote.

Dear Z, this is the eighth year I've liked you.

I'm getting married.

……

The year she got her marriage certificate with him, she still didn't give up on the person she liked.

Shang Hanzhou's Adam's apple swelled and rolled down heavily. He held the woman in his arms, his eyelids buried in her neck, his voice trembling: "Manman, look at me, don't like him anymore, okay?"

A scalding tear seeped deep into the skin.

Cen hope's stiff body suddenly shrank back. She belatedly realized that things were not as she had thought.

Shang Hanzhou was unaware that those love letters were written to him.

She stood there, speechless for a moment.

"I……"

She spoke, her voice hoarse, her mind a jumble of thoughts. Should she explain to him that Z in the love letter was him?

Those silent, unspoken crushes that lasted for nearly a decade.

Say it now.

She discovered that she couldn't do it.

The affection she had kept hidden for so long and so deep was something she herself dared not easily reveal.

She lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "I'm going to take a shower first."

She pushed him away, not even looking at his reaction, quickly got up, and ran to the bathroom alone.

The mirror in the bathroom is bright and clean.

Her slightly red eyes and her swollen lips, which he had kissed, were reflected in the mirror.

She slowly came to her senses.

Is Shang Hanzhou... jealous?

So, has he fallen in love with her?

Jealousy only happens when you like someone.

She dared not think too deeply, fearing it would all be in vain, just as he had said, that he didn't want to mix too much real feeling into the marriage.

I came out after taking a shower.

The love letters that had fallen to the ground were picked up and placed back on the table. Shang Hanzhou remained in his previous seat, the love letters in front of him.

His brows furrowed in a deep, somber expression; he only wanted to burn these eyesore of love letters.

But the love letter was written by Cen hope, and even as her husband, he had no right to dispose of it.

After Cen hope finished showering, she said in a calm voice, "I'll throw all of these away for you."

"no."

Cen hope shook her head and refused.

The man's face darkened again. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with an intense storm.

"Are you still thinking about him?"

What's so good about him?

Cen hope bit her lower lip, and for no reason felt like laughing.

He's jealous of himself, does he even realize it?

Even so, her attitude remained firm: "We can't lose it."

Once she's mentally prepared, she'll take the love letter and explain to him that every "Z" in it represents him.

"I'm going to the hospital to take care of Brother Jiang Zheng first. Keep the love letter safe and don't lose it."

She enunciated clearly, especially the last two sentences.

He specifically emphasized that the love letters must be kept by him personally.

Shang Hanzhou had a leg injury that made it difficult for him to walk, so he could only watch as she changed her clothes and quickly left, as if she didn't want to stay with him any longer.

"..."

The frustration was suppressed deep inside.

He held the few love letters that were already crumpled beyond recognition and scoffed softly.

Why should he be expected to keep the love letters she wrote to someone else?

He slightly raised his hand, and all the crumpled love letters were thrown under the sofa.

Out of sight, out of mind.

It's best if it never happens again.