The 99th Divorce

It was a sleepless night.

Ye Qianqian slept in the living room, her entire body aching furiously.

The night before was intense, and she had yet to fully recover from it.

Tomorrow was the eve of the Lunar New Year, and Ye Qianqian kept feeling a sense of anxiety as the New Year grew closer.

Her heart raced madly as she tossed and turned in bed, and she couldn’t seem to fall asleep no matter what she did.

Suddenly, her phone, which was at the head of her bed, vibrated.

It was a WeChat message.

Shen Zhilie: “Are you asleep?”

Ye Qianqian took one glance at the time and noticed that it was already past 1:00 a.m.

She picked up her phone and let out a long sigh before typing a reply: “No.”

Shen Zhilie: “I’m coming over.”

Ye Qianqian’s heart jolted in surprise. She found it rather inappropriate.

Just when she was about to text Shen Zhilie to tell him not to come, she heard a knock at the door, and a look of reluctance came over her face.

Ye Qianqian lay on the bed and pretended to be dead, but Shen Zhilie quickly began to knock on the door again.

She got up and opened the door, as though resigned to her fate.

Shen Zhilie was scantily dressed, wearing a set of long-sleeved pajamas and nothing else.

The moment he saw Ye Qianqian, he broke into a radiant smile. He came forward and hugged her before entering the room.

“I can’t sleep,” he said.

Ye Qianqian felt a sense of surprise. She subconsciously glanced behind Shen Zhilie, but there was no one behind him.

Ye Qianqian heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s right,” she thought. “It’s past 1:00 a.m, so why would there be anyone up?”

Ye Qianqian closed the door to the room, then turned around. Before she had the chance to take a clear look at Shen Zhilie, he had already picked her up and turned around to pin her down on the bed.

Ye Qianqian let out a yelp of surprise as Shen Zhilie pinned her down and said softly, “I’ll sleep with you.”

Ye Qianqian struggled for a while, then said, “This bed is small. It’s not enough room for two people.”

“Why don’t we head over to my room?” Shen Zhilie got up and gazed at her with his amber eyes. “Let’s go. We’ll sleep together. You’ll sleep better.”

“No,” Ye Qianqian resisted. “It wouldn’t be nice if Grandmother saw us. She might even comment about it. That’s not something I want.”

Shen Zhilie directly laid down on top of her like a corpse and said, “Let’s sleep like this, then. We’ll save space if we stack ourselves on top of each other.”

Ye Qianqian had a look of contempt on her face as she replied, “Get lost. Don’t you know how heavy you are?”

Shen Zhilie chuckled, then hugged her. He narrowed his eyes and said, “Qianqian?”

“What is it?” Ye Qianqian focused her eyes on him.

“Hmm…” Shen Zhilie clung to her and whispered, “What should I do? I want you.”

Ye Qianqian’s face flushed slightly. “Are you crazy?” she said. “We’re at your house!”

However, Shen Zhilie couldn’t be bothered. He reached out his hand and caressed her body, which was only clad in a thin set of pajamas.

Ye Qianqian caught hold of his hand and said, “I’ll be mad at you if you keep this up.”

Shen Zhilie didn’t dare to try again. He lay down flat and said, “I can’t sleep.”

“You slept too much during the day.”

“Well, it’s the eve of the Lunar New Year tomorrow.”

Ye Qianqian turned her head sideways to look at Shen Zhilie, who coincidentally also turned his head to look at her.

Their eyes met, and Ye Qianqian felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in her heart.

Shen Zhilie chuckled softly and said, “We have something going on tomorrow. Grandmother’s having visitors over, and they’re all elders. Don’t be nervous tomorrow, though. Just face it as you normally would.”

“What are they visiting Grandmother for?”

“I don’t know. They come over every year.”

Ye Qianqian thought this was a little odd. “Isn’t it way too early for that?” she asked. “Don’t visitors usually come over on the second day of the Lunar New Year? I thought people normally had reunions on the eve of the New Year.”

“This old lady is really different from other people!” she thought.

Shen Zhilie yawned and said, “Who knows? Those people come over every year. They’re slightly older than my grandmother, so they’re considered my elders. I usually address them as Grandfather or Grandmother. You can just address them the same way I do.”