Just Wanting to Divorce My Love Rival - Chapter 17

Mu Cheng’s eyes went wide and round, blinking several times in rapid succession. Her expression was blank; her brain had completely short-circuited for three full seconds.

Zhong Yingzhi placed a hand over those wide eyes, her other arm circling Mu Cheng’s waist to pull her close. She moved slowly and gently, her tongue attempting to pry open Mu Cheng’s teeth as the kiss deepened. Every movement was practiced and fluid.

Mu Cheng snapped out of it like waking from a dream and shoved her away. “Are you crazy?!”

“Why did you kiss me? You’ve lost your damn mind!” Mu Cheng wiped her lips several times with her sleeve, her words tumbling out uncontrollably.

Watching Mu Cheng’s repulsed gestures of wiping her mouth, Zhong Yingzhi’s face darkened, and a dangerous glint appeared in her eyes.

“What is this?! I’ve lived this long and never been kissed—this was my first kiss, do you know that?” Mu Cheng shook her head frantically, denying it: “No, no, no… this doesn’t count as a first kiss. Kisses from girls don’t count, they don’t count at all…”

“They don’t count?” Zhong Yingzhi smiled. It was a bone-chilling smile that made the hair on Mu Cheng’s arms stand up.

Hearing that laugh, Mu Cheng looked up and instinctively took a step back in fear. “What are you doing now? Looking at me like that… it’s terrifying.”

Zhong Yingzhi stepped forward, clamped down on Mu Cheng’s wrist, and pinned her against the wall. “Since you say it doesn’t count, let’s do it again. We’ll keep going until you decide it counts. Then we can stop.”

Gazing at the woman inches away, Mu Cheng felt like she couldn’t breathe. She swallowed hard and stammered, “No… wait, it’s just…”

Before she could say more, Zhong Yingzhi leaned in. Seeing that she was about to be kissed again, Mu Cheng had a sudden flash of wit—she dropped into a squat, ducked low, and scurried out from under Zhong Yingzhi’s control.

Mu Cheng scampered away, putting a safe distance between them.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhuo, who had been trying his best to lower his presence to zero, accidentally knocked over a teacup lid. It hit the table with a loud clack.

Hearing the noise, Mu Cheng looked at him as if he were her savior. “Doctor Lin! Hurry up and help! This person has gone mad!”

Zhong Yingzhi simply cast a single glance at him. Lin Zhuo immediately took the hint. “You two continue. Sorry for the interruption. I’ll be going now.”

With that, Lin Zhuo vanished like a gust of wind. He fled so fast Mu Cheng couldn’t even call him back.

“Um, I should probably go too.” Mu Cheng decided to make a run for it.

Unsurprisingly, by the time she reached the door, Zhong Yingzhi was blocking her path.

Zhong Yingzhi asked, “Where exactly do you think you’re going?”

“Anyway, I don’t want to stay here! Move aside and let me out!” Mu Cheng covered her mouth in fear, terrified that the woman might kiss her again in a fit of passion. “I’m warning you, if you try anything else, I’ll scream ‘indecent assault’!”

Zhong Yingzhi raised an eyebrow. “Then scream.”

Mu Cheng was left speechless.

Watching her tremble, Zhong Yingzhi shook her head with a small, amused smile. “We are a legal couple with a registered marriage certificate. No matter what I do to you, it cannot be called indecent assault.”

Legal couple?

Mu Cheng froze. It took a long time for her to process the words. “What on earth… that cold joke isn’t funny at all.”

Zhong Yingzhi’s expression turned serious as she reiterated, “We have been married for three years. Our relationship is legal, and our feelings are deep.”

Mu Cheng blinked, her mind a complete jumble.

Married. That was normal—after all, nine years had passed, she was an adult, it was time to get married.

But the partner was a woman. Mu Cheng blinked again. This script felt completely wrong.

I turned gay?!

Impossible. Completely impossible. Her favorites were handsome men; at most, she just appreciated beautiful women. After the appreciation, there were never any other thoughts!

Setting aside the question of whether she had “turned” or not, the main point was: even if she were gay, why was her partner Zhong Yingzhi? How had her taste become so unique that she fell for this woman who could snub someone to death?

Being friends with her meant being fuming mad every two or three days. Dating her?

She didn’t dare imagine it. It was a horror story!

“I must be having a nightmare.” There was no other explanation for this situation.

Zhong Yingzhi curled her lips. “Shouldn’t it be a beautiful dream instead?”

“Beautiful my foot! What’s beautiful about this?” Hope flickered in Mu Cheng’s eyes. “Wait, wait… you’re lying to me, right? You’re definitely joking, right?”

She clung to the hope that it was a prank—until Zhong Yingzhi pulled out a little red booklet. Holding the marriage certificate, Mu Cheng was forced to reluctantly accept the reality.

In the wedding photo, one of them had a radiant smile while the other was expressionless. Mu Cheng’s smile was so wide her mouth almost reached her ears.

Mu Cheng briefly doubted if the person in the photo was actually her. How could she be so happy? What was there to be glad about, marrying such an ice block? Shouldn’t she be worried? Worried that she’d be annoyed to death by this block one day?

Mu Cheng pointed at the photo on the certificate. “This person looks pretty happy. If she didn’t look exactly like me, I almost wouldn’t recognize her.”

Zhong Yingzhi raised her eyebrows, looking slightly smug. “Of course you were happy. After all, you pursued me for so long before you finally got your wish. How could you not be happy?”

“Who pursued whom?” Mu Cheng was stunned.

Zhong Yingzhi pointed at Mu Cheng. “You,” then pointed at herself, saying each word clearly: “Pursued. Me.”

Mu Cheng wanted to argue, but looking at her “blooming like a flower” self on the marriage certificate, she felt like she had no ground to stand on.

“Regardless of who pursued whom, I only have one thought right now,” Mu Cheng closed the red booklet and suggested solemnly: “Look, we aren’t a good match—personality, family background, or gender.”

Mu Cheng emphasized the word gender. “In short, we aren’t a fit anywhere. I’m just an ordinary commoner; being with you is ‘climbing too high.’ I’m not good enough for you, really. Have you considered getting a divorce?”

Zhong Yingzhi stared at her coldly without saying a word.

Mu Cheng smiled. “And in this wedding photo, you aren’t even smiling. It gives off the vibe that you were forced into it. So, all things considered, think about it. I’ll set you free. Let’s divorce.”

“Set me free? But I don’t want to set you free at all,” Zhong Yingzhi sneered. “When you were seducing me, I didn’t see you mention personality, family, or gender. Especially gender. Since you don’t remember, let me remind you: you were the one who started it.”

Mu Cheng was offended. “Seducing? Your way of talking hasn’t changed a bit in nine years! Who seduced you? I’m a respectable girl; I’d never do such a thing. When did I ever seduce you? This is nonsensical.”

Zhong Yingzhi looked at her with a half-smile. “You are seducing me every single second.”

Mu Cheng was speechless.

Fine. If we don’t divorce, we don’t divorce. Anyway, the me from nine years ago has nothing to do with you yet. Once I go back, I’ll apply for a room change and make sure to stay ten feet away from you at all times. I don’t believe we’ll still end up together like that, Mu Cheng planned.

Zhong Yingzhi suddenly leaned in closer, warning: “Don’t even think about divorce. Don’t even let the thought cross your mind. It will never happen.”

Mu Cheng shrank back and cursed under her breath: “Truly, you can’t judge a book by its cover. I was wondering why you were always so sarcastic about my relationship with Jiang Zhengzhi—so that was why. I treat you as a friend, but you actually want to sleep me.”

“What did you say?” Zhong Yingzhi narrowed her eyes.

Mu Cheng rubbed her nose. “I didn’t say anything.”

Zhong Yingzhi wrapped her arm around Mu Cheng’s waist, pulled her close, and rested her forehead against Mu Cheng’s. She chuckled softly. “I heard everything.”

“So you heard it, big deal. Stop being so handsy. It’s broad daylight; stay calm.” Mu Cheng struggled to break free from her grip.

“I suggest you stop moving, otherwise…” Halfway through, Zhong Yingzhi stopped. Her gaze was burning as she stared straight at Mu Cheng, her lips curving into an ambiguous smile.