You Are Deep in The Stars

“My skin is much better.” Daisy looked at her in the mirror, “What do you think?”

“Yes.” Zhao Xiaojuan smiled, “Thank you, Mrs. Liu.” Her face looked much healthier than the previous few days, had a new perm, and was no longer wearing those expensive and inappropriate suits, but a simple yet comfortable cashmere jacket.

“We bought too many clothes today; do you want me to carry them home for you?” Daisy asked.

“No need.” Zhao Xiaojuan hurriedly shook her head after hearing this. Later, she felt that this seemed impolite, so she explained in a low voice, “My husband doesn’t like guests at home. There are cameras at the door.”

“I think… he is a little too much.” Daisy held her arm and said, “I hope you don’t are not burdened by it.”

“Of course, I don’t.” Zhao Xiaojuan forced a smile, “There is something wrong with my own family.”

“What did I say before? You have to be confident.” Daisy patted her arched back, “Every time you mention family, you seem very inferior and scared. Is your husband prone to violence?”

“He has never hit me,” Zhao Xiaojuan argued. Then she hesitated, “He just… just…”

“Just ignored you?” Daisy walked into the cafe with her, “My dear, cold treatment is also a kind of violence.”

Zhao Xiaojuan did not deny it.

“If the marriage is not happy, why can’t you consider separation?” Daisy asked her for a glass of hot milk. “Your conditions are very good. There is no need to endure his indifference and turning a blind eye.”

“We can’t divorce.” Zhao Xiaojuan shook her head, “He won’t agree, and neither will my parents.”

“I almost thought we are living in the ancient times.” Daisy sighed, “I still live well without a husband, and you are still so young, so you should be better off than me.”

“I envy you very much. You are still very happy on your own.” Zhao Xiaojuan tugged on the sleeves of her coat, as if she was concerned about the scars on her wrists. She grinned and tried to make herself look less embarrassed. “Let’s wait for another two years, and then I’ll talk about divorce.”

“Two years is not two days. If you don’t have feelings for him, it will be a long time of suffering.” Daisy held her hand, “If you do, don’t worry, I know a good divorce lawyer and can introduce you to one.”

“Thank you, but you really don’t have to.” Zhao Xiaojuan was very stubborn. She stirred the milk in the cup randomly with a spoon, making a rude and reckless sound. After five minutes, she seemed to remember something again and suddenly said to Daisy, “I do need a lawyer, but not for divorce. I want… to make a will.”

Daisy opened her eyes wide in surprise.

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Han Zhuo looked at the message on his phone and frowned slightly, a will?

“You are being lazy again.” Bai Xi happened to be holding a water cup to make tea, “I’ll deduct your salary next time.”

“Understand.” Han Zhuo put his phone in his trouser pocket and helped him tear open the tea bag. “You don’t want to go back and listen to Liu Chunchun cry about Caviar and Armani?”

“Don’t talk about it. It’s twelve o’clock.” Bai Xi blew the tea foam in the cup, “What’s for lunch?”

Han Zhuo suggested, “Should we treat it as apology for the soy milk this the morning?”

“Then I want an expensive meal.” Bai Xi negotiated the terms.

“Okay, we can eat an expensive meal, but Liu Chunchun is not allowed to go.” Han Zhuo took the cup away from him. “Go and change clothes.”

“How come?” Bai Xi kicked him, “Why are you so stingy? Besides, my Liu Chunchun is not a big eater.”

However, Mr. Han did not intend to change his mind and was still only willing to take Bai Xi alone. As for Liu Chunchun, he got a takeaway curry rice with double pork chops.

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The lights in the restaurant were dim, and it was full of couples.

Bai Xi: “…”

The waiter was used to handling large groups and weird challenges, so he stepped forward to help the two of them spread out their napkins and sprinkled fresh rose petals on the dining table. At the same time, he politely lit heart-shaped scented candles.

Han Zhuo: “…”

“Where the hell did you take me?” Bai Xi was shocked.

“I’ve never been to this restaurant before,” Mr. Han’s defense was unconvincing. “I just wanted to treat you to black truffles and caviar. This restaurant is the number one on the Dianping app.”

The waiter brought the menu: “Would you like a drink of 1982—”

“No, thank you.” Bai Xi quickly interrupted him.

The waiter suggested again: “We also have our signature rose sparkling wine, and every glass is full of the fragrance of love.”

“Lemonade.” Bai Xi closed the menu, “Spaghetti with meat sauce and a cream of clam soup. The sooner, the better, thank you.”

The waiter looked at Mr. Han.

“Same.” Han Zhuo nodded, and after the waiter left, he asked Bai Xi again, “Are you sure you want to give up this opportunity to blackmail me?”

“Can you be more sincere next time when you treat me and be more selective?” Bai Xi squeezed the words out from between his teeth, his whole body full of resentment. “You casually choose this kind of restaurant, and you still dare to talk about blackmail!”

“I know I was wrong.” Han Zhuo blew out the scented candle floating on the water, “Well, does this feel better?”

“Not at all.” Bai Xi supported his head with one hand and chewed on a French-fries.