Did That Doctor Successfully Remarry Today?
Chapter 210 - 206: Trapped by One’s Own Doing

Chapter 210: Chapter 206: Trapped by One’s Own Doing

Chapter 206 Entangled in One’s Own Web

At sunset, during the twilight.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, shadows scattered across the beach, reflecting bright and vivid glimmers on the crests of the waves.

The sea met the sky, waves surging layer upon layer, tenderly kissing the girl’s pale toes.

This was Jiang An’s last day at her old home.

Standing on the beach, the girl slowly spread her arms to embrace the oncoming sea breeze, allowing it to gently caress her hair and dress.

She has always loved the sea, and the summer as well.

For the past half month, Jiang An seemed to have a rebellious escape, leaving behind a heap of troubles to come here alone, living days unaware of sorrows.

If only time could stop at this moment, how wonderful that would be, she thought quietly as she gazed into the horizon.

Tomorrow, she would start her journey back to Jing City; having finished her day’s schedule, the girl went back to the hotel early, opened her phone to find a sea of messages sprawling out.

She scrolled a bit, spotting two messages that Dr. Gao had sent a few days ago, and lightly tapped to open.

Gao Chuan: Let’s get a divorce.

Gao Chuan: Find some time to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Though it was an answer she had long awaited, the moment Jiang An saw that the man finally agreed to the divorce, she felt as if something was suddenly blocking her chest, and a tinge of bitterness began to slowly overflow.

The girl stared at the screen for a long while before slowly typing a message back.

Jiang An: Then let’s meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau at nine in the morning the day after tomorrow.

It was only when scalding tears blurred the words on the phone screen did Jiang An realize that she was already sobbing uncontrollably, ultimately she raised her hand and hit the send button.

Why did she suddenly feel so sad? She was about to be freed after all.

Thinking this, tears uncontrollably streamed down, as she lowered her head and looked at their chat history, she finally couldn’t help but cry out loud.

She remembered the night last year when Gao Chuan proposed to her.

In the dim carriage, she heard what at the time felt like the most beautiful words in the world.

He said, "Let’s get married."

Once, she truly believed that they could spend a lifetime together.

To now his words, "Let’s get a divorce," in just a short stretch of nearly one year, they had finally reached the end.

Elsewhere, in a bar.

In the dim and shadowy space, the man sat alone in a corner of the sofa, silently playing with the half glass of drink in his hand, his eyes as cold as the stars in the sky.

He had drunk a lot, thinking it could make him forget some things, but absurdly found it to be futile.

Friends nearby, seeing the man’s condition, largely chose to steer clear and not approach.

Hidden in the same corner, Song Xin watched Gao Chuan gloomily pouring drink after drink into himself. After a long time, she finally gathered up the courage to approach him, snatching the drink from in front of him, her voice mixed with the loud music followed, "Gao Chuan, stop drinking."

Since childhood, she had never seen Gao Chuan indulge in drunkenness so recklessly, all because of a woman.

She never expected that at this moment she was walking right into a trap.

Gao Chuan sensed someone approaching him, and his gaze towards the woman suddenly became cold and fierce, his expression murky as if he were drunk but not drunk.

"Song Xin?" The man squinted his eyes, hesitantly calling out her name.

Upon hearing him call her name, Song Xin’s eyes lit up. She tried to move closer but was suddenly flung away forcefully by the man, as if discarding a piece of trash.

Wearing high heels, Song Xin was pushed aside and almost couldn’t stand firm. Before she could recover, the man grabbed her chin and shoved her against the wall behind them. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the man’s eyes fiercely dark.

The others in the room heard the noise and looked over, not daring to make a sound upon seeing the scene.

"Why did you answer that phone call? Why did you answer it?" The man, like a fierce wolf, completely lost his usual gentleness and elegance, his voice raging intensely.

It seemed as if the emotions suppressed in his heart for a long time were all vented out at this moment, Song Xin almost choked, unable to breathe.

"Gao Chuan, I..."

The man didn’t seem to want to hear her explanation, his dark eyes still veiled with coldness.

"Song Xin, I gave you a chance, you just didn’t take it, don’t blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people later." The man finally disgustedly pushed her away, picked up his coat draped over a sofa, and left past everyone.

The woman collapsed weakly on the floor, coughing violently once, still frightened by the look in Gao Chuan’s eyes earlier.

It was only when Song Li called out again that the room returned to its noisy state. The man stepped over, looking down at Song Xin, who was now sitting on the ground, his expression equally serious.

"Brother, I didn’t know Jiang An was in a car accident then, I didn’t know she was pregnant, if I had known I definitely wouldn’t have agitated her!" The woman, with a pained expression, sobbed in front of Song Li, her tone full of grievance.

Her nature was not wicked; had she known Jiang An’s situation initially, she definitely would not have done such despicable things.

But now she was unable to clear her name, in the eyes of others she was a heartless woman, unscrupulously wrecking someone else’s marriage.

Song Li looked down at the disheveled Song Xin, completely disappointed in her, hence he hadn’t stepped in to stop Gao Chuan earlier.

Her act of revenge had utterly destroyed the friendship between two families, making it difficult for him as their friend to face Gao Chuan and Jiang An anymore.

"I’ve booked a flight for you tomorrow, you should return to the United Kingdom first." The man said coldly.

Initially, he wanted Song Xin to personally apologize to Jiang An, but now that was clearly impossible. The three of them had grown up together, and he had never seen the usually composed Gao Chuan be so antagonistic towards someone.

He knew Gao Chuan; once he fixated on something, he wouldn’t let it go, and by then, Song Xin might not even know how she died.

He didn’t know how many times he had advised Song Xin not to provoke Gao Chuan, but he hadn’t expected that in the end, she would still trap herself.

By the time Gao Chuan got home, it was nearly midnight. The man, exhausted, immediately collapsed onto the bed, forgetting to turn on the light.

He only saw the message Jiang An had sent a few hours ago when he checked his phone, the dim glow illuminating his resolute face. He stared at the screen, his profound eyes slightly stirring, after a long while, he finally replied.

Jiang An: Then let’s meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau at nine o’clock the day after tomorrow.

Gao Chuan: Alright.

After putting down the phone, Gao Chuan was submerged in darkness alone, suddenly feeling irritable, his craving for a smoke surging. He reached into his pocket, searching fruitlessly, then was hit with a headache.

In the silent room, there was no sound, and he weakly pressed his forehead, rhythmically massaging his brow.

A voice echoed in his heart, so, he was ultimately going to lose her, wasn’t he?