Mr. Shen, your love-struck wife doesn't want you anymore!

Jiang Yu was taken aback: "What's the point? They're just some old things, aren't they?"

Shen Chengyan frowned: "Are the old things meaningless? Should they be thrown away like trash?"

Jiang Yu found his explanation utterly baffling: "Old things should be thrown away like trash. Are you going to keep them like treasures instead of getting rid of them?"

Shen Chengyan turned his face away, looking like he didn't want to talk to her.

Jiang Yu sometimes really couldn't stand his awful attitude.

To put it nicely, he has a stable and reserved personality; in reality, he just doesn't like to talk and prefers to keep everything to himself.

She angrily grabbed him, her eyes blazing with fury: "Are you deaf? I'm asking you a question, why can't we throw away old things!"

She swore that if he continued to act like he was half-dead, she would slap him across the face.

She had put up with him for a long time.

"You want to hear it? Okay, I'll tell you."

"Because half of those shoes that cover two whole walls were picked out and bought for you by me."

"Especially those ugly limited editions, you stayed up all night trying to snag one on the official website but couldn't, and you were depressed for days. The resellers were asking for exorbitant prices, but you couldn't bear to pay them. I was on a business trip abroad at the time, and I called you in the middle of the night. You exaggeratedly told me that you couldn't eat or sleep, and that you were as miserable as if you had just broken up with someone."

Shen Chengyan was speechless on the phone. He said it was just a pair of shoes, but she said he didn't understand anything. It wasn't just a pair of shoes; it was a woman's trophy. So-and-so had one, and so-and-so had one too. She couldn't lose; she had to have one too.

"Those ugly shoes, I ran around several blocks to buy them for you."

"Later, whenever those brands released new products, I would always order them for you as soon as possible. But you are fickle and easily bored. In less than a year, you started to dislike them, saying that they had changed designers and the style was getting uglier and uglier. You said you wanted to support domestic products, and now that domestic products have risen, you even laughed at my poor taste."

"Who was it that liked those ugly things in the first place?"

"And those bags, on our first date, the sales clerk looked down on you, so I took you to another store and bought three bags at once. I held your hand and flaunted them in front of her, which made her roll her eyes in anger. You called me childish then, but you were laughing so happily."

"Don't those bags hold any sentimental value for you?"

"Clothes, those damn clothes. From the first day we started dating until we got married, you loved buying clothes. We received countless packages every day. You said you had a hard childhood and could only wear new clothes during the New Year. You wore hand-me-downs from neighbors. Now that you have the means, you want to make it up to yourself."

"No problem at all. You married a rich husband. Buy whatever you want, compensate him however you want. I'm happy to see you dressed up beautifully every day."

"So I asked someone to take you to the show, but you said you wanted to come with me, and you even bought those idiotic fashion magazines for me to study the latest trends so we could discuss them when we're at the show together."

"Do you know how frustrating it is when I see those models in magazines striking exaggerated poses, all looking like they have sore shoulders, sore mouths, sore butts?"

"You can't get along with those rich girls. Every time you deliberately show affection to me in front of them and see them so angry they can't speak, you always get so happy you lose your mind."

"Every time you and I attend some small public events, especially those events where there are socialites you dislike, you act like we have a very good relationship. I know you do it on purpose, to show off and to annoy them. I feel uncomfortable. What do you take me for? Just a tool. But seeing your smug look after you get your way, I think it's not so bad to play along with your act."

"Don't those clothes you bought at fashion shows, those gifts you won at charity galas, hold any sentimental value for you at all?"

"And all sorts of jewelry. Every year on your birthday, our wedding anniversary, Valentine's Day, Christmas, Women's Day, Mother's Day, whenever any of these random holidays come around, you'll pretend to say, 'The holidays are here again,' and ask me what gift I want."

You're clearly reminding me that I should give you a gift.

"One Christmas I was so busy I forgot. You said it was okay, but you fed me leftovers for two days. Later I asked Lin Ce to buy me a pair of diamond earrings. You complained that I was wasting money, but you couldn't stop smiling when you put them on."

"That's just how you are. You want something, but you're so conflicted. It's like you'd seem particularly low if you just asked for it directly, so you use all sorts of tricks to achieve your goals."

"To be honest, when we were dating, I didn't really like you, and even looked down on you a bit. But later I realized that you wanted something but didn't dare to say it directly because you were afraid of being rejected. Because you were rejected too many times when you were young, you have a lot of insecurity."

"Actually, you don't need to remind me. I will send them anyway. I'm not so stingy as to not be willing to give a gift."

"I remember clearly what every gift I gave you on holidays was, but what is it to you? Just a gift, something you can easily sell as secondhand goods."

"Those custom-made necklaces, that set of 12 zodiac diamond earrings that you collected for a long time, or the headdress you enthusiastically drew up and designed yourself two years ago, and had a master craftsman make it for you after you suddenly changed your taste and stopped liking diamonds..."

"All those little gifts are full of memories for me, but they are insignificant to you."

"And that beat-up Volkswagen you looked down on."

Shen Chengyan said this with a self-deprecating smile: "You've tried to sell it several times, but I stopped you every time. Why don't I let you sell it? Just think I'm crazy. I think that car has great sentimental value."

She was incredibly happy the day he bought her the car.

He still remembers how bright her eyes looked in the sunlight that day.

He thought to himself, "She's so easy to please; a beat-up car can make her so happy."

If he said he would marry her and all his money would be hers, she would be overjoyed.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he was startled again, surprised that the idea of ​​marrying her had come to him so naturally.

She was touching the steering wheel in the car, completely captivated by it.

She was in that car too, and for the first time, she called him "husband."

She screamed and hugged his neck, saying happily, "Thank you, honey."

His heart was pounding, and he was at a loss for what to do, but he kept a straight face and told her not to mess around.

Later, she drove her new car on the road. Since it was her first time driving alone, he was afraid something would happen to her. He couldn't concentrate in the office, so he simply made an excuse to leave the company and called to ask where she was. He secretly found her and, as if possessed, drove after her.

She was fine that day, but he broke the rules several times.

Later, they bought her an even more expensive car, but she just left that car to gather dust and never touched it again, not even glancing at it.

But he couldn't bear to sell it and kept it in the garage.

It wasn't just this car that he couldn't bear to let go of.

And her too.

He shouldn't have shown his face in front of her back then.

But seeing her fall and run at the train station, he was like a man possessed, following her without a second thought.

If he had been able to harden his heart back then and pretend he didn't see her, perhaps they wouldn't be blaming each other like this now.