Chapter 75: I Don’t Want to Wait for Him Anymore
‘I won’t marry anyone else, much less Miss Shen. From beginning to end, there is only you.’
On the way back from the Ji Estate, this sentence kept repeating in Ye Zhile’s mind. Ji Shuohan’s promise was vivid in his memory, yet just now, he had hesitated. He gave an ambiguous answer.
The night view outside the window kept receding, just like those memories—gone and never to return.
“Woo!” Dudu had crawled onto his lap at some point, looking up at him with his little head. Ye Zhile smiled, pulling himself out of his gloom. Dudu was like a healing little angel, always appearing at the right time to comfort him.
“Dudu.” Ye Zhile took Dudu and held him on his lap, teasing him. “Call Papa.”
“Ah…” Dudu opened his little mouth and laughed happily. Ye Zhile couldn’t help but kiss him a few times, holding him close. “You’re so cute, Dudu. Papa loves you~”
“Ko!” Dudu laughed.
Ye Zhile laughed along. In this moment, the youth’s innocence was no different from before.
This scene was like a knife carving into Ji Shuohan’s heart, bloody and raw. He sat on the other side, watching the two play. A scene suddenly appeared in his mind of a youth pouting and acting quirky toward him.
Before he could see it clearly, the scene vanished like mist. The youth in his mind gradually blurred until he disappeared…
Soon, the day for Ji Shuohan’s follow-up arrived. After a series of tests, Xiao Yuanqing and Ji Shuohan walked out together.
Ye Zhile looked at Xiao Yuanqing, his eyes full of expectation. Xiao Yuanqing pulled him aside and sighed. “He’s remembered some things—like the Leader’s Department and the explosion in the cabin. Everything else is still very blurred.”
Ye Zhile said nothing, but the expectation in his eyes gradually faded. He listened to Xiao Yuanqing say, “The other doctor and I suggest finding some evidence to help him remember. For example, he can remember the Leader’s Department where he often worked, and the battles on the front lines are familiar to him, so he remembers every war. You could also look for…”
Before Xiao Yuanqing could finish, Ye Zhile shook his head. He smiled bitterly. “I can’t find evidence that he loved me. I don’t even know if his previous words of love were just a lie…”
After all, their marriage didn’t start because of love; it was an agreement. Thus, Ye Zhile thought that perhaps Ji Shuohan really was just coaxing him to maintain the marriage.
“Lele…” Xiao Yuanqing wanted to comfort him, but he couldn’t find the right words. The first time he asked about Ye Zhile, Ji Shuohan was still in a state of denial. He couldn’t guarantee whether those feelings were genuine or not either.
“It’s okay. Let it be.” Ye Zhile looked up, his gaze drifting toward Ji Shuohan, who was standing not far away watching them. He said softly, “I don’t want to wait for him anymore…”
Xiao Yuanqing was shocked. He suddenly looked toward Ji Shuohan. “Lele…”
“We’re leaving now,” Ye Zhile smiled. “See you another time.”
After Ye Zhile and Ji Shuohan left, Xiao Yuanqing was still frozen on the spot. He had wanted to help that idiot keep him, but after thinking about it—forget it. He brought this on himself.
He won’t shed a tear until he sees the coffin.
Back home, the two sat at the dining table in silence. Ji Shuohan looked at the silent Ye Zhile. He wanted to say something but didn’t know how to start. Finally, he asked heavily, “What were you talking to Xiao Yuanqing about?”
“Just asking about your condition,” Ye Zhile said.
Before Ji Shuohan could speak again, Ye Zhile put down his chopsticks and went upstairs. He showered and came out, then messaged Leng Xingtu on his phone.
Ye Zhile: [Xingtu, do you have any reliable lawyers you can recommend?]
The moment the message was sent, Leng Xingtu called him immediately, shocked. “Holy sh*t! What do you need a lawyer for?!”
Ye Zhile chuckled. After a moment of hesitation, he said, “I want… to divorce Ji Shuohan.”
Ye Zhile always called Ji Shuohan “My Lord.” This was the first time he had called him by his name so calmly.
“Did the Leader do something wrong to you?” Leng Xingtu asked. It had to be! Otherwise, Lele wouldn’t call the Leader by his name!
“No,” Ye Zhile denied. He lowered his gaze, his eyes full of sorrow. “I just feel… I don’t want to persist for the sake of a bit of unclear love anymore. I realized it’s meaningless. Let’s just end it.”
The reason he wanted to wait for Ji Shuohan to recover his memory was because of those promises. The previous kindness was vivid in his mind, which made the current Ji Shuohan look particularly heartless and cold.
He kept thinking he should wait, but he gradually realized that Ji Shuohan’s love had no foundation—he didn’t even know when it started. He didn’t have a single “I like you,” yet he had waited so foolishly. It wasn’t worth it.
“Perhaps… he never liked me at all…” Ye Zhile choked up, his throat feeling as if he had swallowed burning coals.
“Lele,” Leng Xingtu called him. “Love isn’t that important. It’s just one part of your life. Your life is more than this, and you shouldn’t be trapped by it. So, please try to look on the bright side, okay?”
“Mhm…” Ye Zhile responded. Leng Xingtu heard the sob in his voice. “Don’t cry. I’ll support you in whatever you do. I’ll send you the lawyer’s contact info in a bit.”
“Okay…” Ye Zhile said. He then remembered something. “But… but don’t tell my brothers. Otherwise, they’ll worry. I’ll tell them after I’ve handled it.”
“Alright, I got it.” Leng Xingtu knew he was afraid his family would cause trouble for the Supreme Leader. After all, Ye Zhile’s family was no pushover; once both sides started a fight, the Military and the Leader’s Department would lose all harmony.
But he truly felt sorry for Ye Zhile. The pampered little young master married and had to endure all this, yet Ye Zhile didn’t cry or make a scene—he endured it all alone.
Ye Zhile got the lawyer’s contact information. He explained everything to the lawyer: he wanted nothing, only the child, and asked for help in drafting a divorce agreement.
The lawyer replied: [Hello, Madam. Because of the special status of you and the Leader, both parties must agree before this divorce agreement can be drafted. Please inform the Leader first, and then I will draft it for you.]
Ye Zhile finished reading and turned off his phone. After a moment, he walked out.
Ye Zhile knocked on the study door and entered after receiving permission. Ji Shuohan looked up, seemingly surprised by his arrival. “What is it?”
“We…” Ye Zhile looked him directly in the eyes and let out a long breath. His expression was cold as he said, “Let’s get a divorce.”
Translator’s Note: The “coffin” idiom (不見棺材不落淚) means someone is stubborn until they face the dire consequences. Lele finally deciding to divorce is such a powerful moment! He realized his worth shouldn’t depend on a man who forgot him. Also, “My Lord” vs “Ji Shuohan” shows the emotional distance he’s creating. Ahhhhhh~~~
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