Chapter 40.3: I Don’t Want A Divorce (3)

Shang Jing stopped to take a breather. It was then did a thought occur to him… Their bridal room was decorated with the decals he bought and He Jiang was only following his instructions to hang those decals up.

So where did the saying of He Jiang decorating the room based on his discussion with Sun Ning come about?

What have their bridal room got to do with Sun Ning? He Jiang mentioned he was not close to him.

Damn it, I nearly fell into the trap!

But it was undeniable the jerk was attractive and attracted the attention of many. How immoral.

But… If they were to get a divorce, He Jiang would no longer belong to him.

Would he still find another person in this world who would play games with him on silent mode, quit the match in the finals to start another match with him, and allow him to take over after he finish scouring the map for resources?

I don’t want a divorce.

To give himself a leeway, Shang Jing made up some excuses to convince himself.

After such a long time of simping, I deserve to obtain whatever my heart desires. Moreover, the current me who doesn’t have any recollection of the past is not fit to help my past self make the decision of getting a divorce.

Let’s not be hasty in making decisions.

He was already a stone throw away from the water fountain. Sticking his ear close to the wall, he tried to listen to see if there were any movements above. By right, being this close to the meeting point, he should be able to hear some sounds or movements from the other teams. However, there was no conversation going on, not Ju Zhou, not Huan Nalan and not Xiao Zhuang’s.

What’s happening?

Shang Jing frowned. He continued to hang in mid-air for a few more minutes but could still not hear anything that mildly hinted the success of other guests in overcoming the wall.

Will I claim first place if I take this last step over the wall?

A drone flew past above his head.

If I continue hanging here, netizens in the live broadcast room would definitely notice my hesitation. Will they suspect He Jiang and I of falling out with each other and give the fans of that little host a reason to become arrogant?

Shang Jing’s eyes fell and immediately pulled himself up another two steps weakly. While doing so, his hand ‘accidentally lost grip’, causing him to fall.

In the live broadcast room, the director immediately zoomed in to show He Jiang’s expression.

Yang Yue was the first of them three to receive the news. To He Jiang, he announced, “Shang Jing has been eliminated, you have failed to pass this round.”

In this moment, both He Jiang and Cen Feinuo lost control of their expressions as a smile flashed across their face.

“Ahhhhh, what happened?! I can’t believe my eyes!”

“Puppy Shang, my good son, your acting really cannot make it!”

“Unbelievable. Did He Jiang just let out a sigh of relief?”

“Will Cen Feinuo and Zhuang Qin really register their marriage? The Civil Affairs Bureau is already here.”

“I don’t think they will get married. They are only couples in training and look at how complacent Zhuang Qin is…”

“Help! I can’t breathe!”

“I was too naive to believe bad endings will never fall on real couples.”

“While you sink in, thinking it’s a sweet idol film, turns out one can never escape the reality of life!”

“I’ve reported the show to the State Administration of Press, Publication, Radio, Film and Television for making an anti-marriage variety show under the guise of romance!”

“What a betrayal of my trust…”

“Wuwuwuwu, I don’t believe this. This must be because of Shang Jing’s unluckiness in games!”

He Jiang ran towards the pool at the bottom of the rock wall to fetch his soaked through wife, taking the opportunity to hug him as he pulled him into the warm embrace of a towel.

But Shang Jing was still feeling guilty. Fearing He Jiang would see past his facade and uncover his true intentions, he babbled, “Why are you here? Did you fall into the water too? You’re lousy!”

He Jiang planted a kiss on Shang Jing and said, “I was waiting for you at the water fountain.”

Shang Jing blushed. He stuttered, “Oh… W-What’s your ranking? Did you win Cen Feinuo?”

He Jiang: “I was slightly faster than him.”

Although Shang Jing had made the decision to not go through with the divorce, he could still not get past his own mental barrier. “In that case, Cen Feinuo is pretty good.”

He Jiang clenched his teeth. “Why don’t you praise you own husband?”

Cen Feinuo, Cen Feinuo, Cen Feinuo. Will you call out his name in bed next time?