In the evening, Gu Yunzhi returned to what was called home. The home was cold and quiet as usual. He knew Song Yunhua would not return before midnight, as she was the general manager of Zhenhua Pharmaceutical’s Beijing region and often traveled due to work requirements.
For eight years, Gu Yunzhi had grown accustomed to this, but since meeting Chu Moye, two lonely hearts had found resonance, and two people yearning for family warmth quickly ignited a spark. Looking back at this so-called home now, he felt it was no longer a home, but a living ice cave.
Gu Yunzhi sighed and took out his phone to call her. There was noise in the background; apparently, she was at a social gathering. “Yunhua, can you come home early today? I want to talk to you!”
After a long silence, she calmly replied, “Okay, I’ll be right back!”
Forty minutes later, Gu Yunzhi heard the door open. “I know what you want to talk about, and it’s exactly what I want to discuss!” Song Yunhua hung up her scarf and bag while changing her shoes.
Gu Yunzhi closed his book and quietly watched her sit down and pour tea. “Yunhua, do you think our marriage is normal?”
Song Yunhua didn’t even look up: “Normal. Is there a problem?”
Gu Yunzhi sighed, “Don’t you feel something is missing?”
“We have a house, a car, a career, a family – things others might not achieve in a lifetime. What else could we need?” Song Yunhua scoffed.
Gu Yunzhi looked at her, “You know that’s not what I mean…”
Song Yunhua interrupted, “Yunzhi, stop beating around the bush. I know what you want to say. Is it that woman who can’t hold back anymore?”
Gu Yunzhi was stunned. “Yunhua, you…”
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