Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

Chapter 978: I Sympathize with You

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Zhou Hengyang finally opened his eyes and glanced sideways at Liu Chun. That gaze… How should he put it? Anyway, Liu Chun could sense sympathy.

Liu Chun wanted to cry. “Hengyang, don’t you think I’m the most miserable?”

Unexpectedly, Zhou Hengyang shook his head seriously. “You’re not. I am.”

“Ah?”

“No, it’s not… How is that possible?”

Everyone in the car couldn’t help but exclaim.

Long Fang had long observed that Zhou Hengyang was not normal. Gloating, he asked, “Did you break up? Or do you have a crush on that person?” As he spoke, he winked at the magazine.

“I’m married,” Zhou Hengyang corrected him again.

“What a pity. Then my sister won’t have a chance!” Long Fang’s words sounded like pity, but his expression showed no such sentiment.

When it came to manipulating girls, Long Fang was undoubtedly the master. Even his sister confessed to him that she liked Zhou Hengyang. She sought her brother’s support, only to be met with opposition. Long Fang had snatched the opportunity away before she could even make a move.

Long Fang’s exact words were, “You’re too weak, you’re not worthy of Hengyang.”

The Long Family’s sister was reportedly so angry that she cried and threw tantrums at home. Since then, she had not hidden her intentions to cut ties with Long Fang. Rumour had it that she spread the rumour about Long Fang’s affection for Zhou Hengyang as revenge.

Zhou Hengyang looked at Long Fang helplessly. “Tell me, do you know the person on the cover of the magazine?”

“She’s my wife,” Zhou Hengyang’s fingers unconsciously brushed against the magazine. His expression was complicated as he spoke in a faint tone.

Gasps could be heard from inside the car.

Many had seen the magazine cover and secretly looked at Zhou Hengyang with envy and jealousy. No wonder Boss said his sister was unworthy. With such a beautiful wife at home, who would bother looking elsewhere?

Long Fang held the steering wheel with one hand, his other hand touching his chin thoughtfully as he shifted gears. “Then you should go back quickly. You’re so ambitious. Why didn’t you bring your wife with you? If it were me, I would bring her everywhere!”

Zhou Hengyang tapped Long Fang’s shoulder with his finger. “What are you thinking? Be careful, or I’ll beat you up.” He didn’t even need to guess what Long Fang was thinking.

“I sympathize with you.”

“Get lost!” If he weren’t driving, Zhou Hengyang would have kicked him.

“She has her work. December in the northwest is harsh. I can’t bear to let her suffer with me.” Zhou Hengyang’s voice was barely audible, more for his ears than Long Fang’s. The longing in his heart was like a raging flood, uncontrollable.

God knew that since arriving in the Northwest, he had thought of Wenwen incessantly. Alone at night, he closed his eyes and imagined her. He longed to kiss her, hug her, and smell her fragrance.

He wished he could meld with her.

Did the heartless woman ever think of him?