Chapter 565: Not Going to Be a Monk

Chapter 565: Not Going to Be a Monk
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Xu Xiaoxiao was speechless.
Was he the son of Zhou Yan’s enemy, right? For example, his real identity was the son of Zhou Yan’s love rival? Or was he the child of Comrade Xu’s first love, but Zhou Yan had somehow taken him away?
If it weren’t for his grandfather living well and alive, he would have suspected that it was revenge for patricide.
When Xu Xiaoxiao thought about how he had been tricked by Comrade Zhou
Yan since childhood, he couldn’t even count them over three days and nights.
“I didn’t hear you. I’m not going to be a monk.” He couldn’t stay in this house any longer.
He wanted to run away from home.
“Oh, does that mean you admit that Sixth sister is your wife?” Zhou Yan was pleasantly surprised.
“No, no.” Xu Xiaoxiao was furious. “When did I admit it? Don’t talk nonsense. I’m a decent person, a good and upright man. I’m not a pervert. I’m not interested in young girls.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to announce in the newspaper that he was disowning Comrade Zhou Yan as his mother.
Otherwise, Comrade Zhou Yan might just drive him crazy.
“But you said it yourself just now. You don’t want to be a monk.” Zhou Yan grabbed onto the topic and wouldn’t let go.
“It was a slip of the tongue.” Xu Xiaoxiao couldn’t stay any longer. If he stayed any longer, he would go crazy. “I’m leaving.” Both hands were bitten, especially his left hand, which would surely leave a mark. How could he face others in the future?
How could the dignified Xu Xiaoxiao face others?
In the room, Su Wen pushed him away and refused to let him in. Although she temporarily conceded and compromised, that was because her wings were not strong enough.
But that didn’t mean she wasn’t angry at all.
Patience is one thing, forgiveness is another.
“You… Get lost!” Su Wen pointed at Zhou Hengyang and deliberately pulled a long face. “We’ll sleep in separate beds from now on. I’ll sleep on the bed and you sleep on the floor.”
I’ll let you go back to before you were liberated.
Zhou Hengyang was satisfied as long as Wenwen was still willing to talk to him. Being locked out just now was the most painful experience he had ever had. The thought of Wenwen never speaking to him again, not looking at him, ignoring him. It was like endless pain threatened to drown him, making him hard to breathe.
“Wenwen!” Zhou Hengyang grabbed Su Wen’s hand and stubbornly refused to let go. “I’m apologizing to you. What can I do to make you forgive me?”
“There’s no such thing as forgiveness.” Su Wen’s expression was cold. “I’m not angry! What right do I have to be angry? I’m just an unremarkable village girl. What right do I have to be angry?
Women were like this. They said that they weren’t angry anymore, but in fact, the words that came out of their mouths were like knives, stabbing accurately into the man’s vulnerable spot.
Each stab draws blood.
The more the man cared about her, the harsher the stabs.
To Zhou Hengyang, the wounds were deep, almost to the bone.
“I…” Most importantly, Zhou Hengyang, a tough straight man, had never encountered such a situation. He had no idea how to coax Su Wen.
Moreover, he cared too much. Once he cared, he couldn’t stay calm and maintain a clear mind when he fell in love.
“Enough, go back to the factory!” Su Wen waved her hand, her movements very natural and unrestrained. “I know you’re very busy. You’ve been so busy this morning that you’ve forgotten everything. Don’t waste time here. Hurry up and do your work! I don’t need you here!” F*ck!
This was another ruthless slash.
Zhou Hengyang held his forehead in defeat and regretted it endlessly.
“Wenwen, I… I shouldn’t have forgotten you this morning.”
“Hehe!” Su Wen sneered. “I’m serious. I don’t have anything to do right now.
“It seems like Little sister is crying outside. I’ll go take a look.” Su Wen faintly heard Little sister’s cries and hurriedly ran out..