Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 159 - 135. Instructor’s infighting

Chapter 159: 135. Instructor’s infighting

At 6:10 p.m., the echoing sound of high heels tapping crisply along the vacant staff dormitory corridor could be heard.

"Xiao Guo, are you... Did you have a fight with your husband?"

The auntie who looked after the staff dormitory at Nanhu University had worked there for thirty years and claimed there wasn’t a staff member within ten miles that she didn’t know.

Even though she wasn’t a gossipy auntie, seeing the married Guo Minjie spending a week alone in the staff dormitory made it hard for her not to ask.

This obviously wasn’t normal.

"Auntie, we’ve separated."

Guo Minjie tried to force a smile, her left hand unconsciously gripping the thin strap on her shoulder, trying to keep her emotions stable.

She knew all too well that there were no secrets in the system, and that this day would inevitably come.

But it had come too quickly.

She had only been living in the staff dormitory for a few days when her situation was already noticed.

No wonder, though, as Nanhu University provided housing solutions for faculty from out of town, few young teachers would choose to live in such a place.

University teachers had a decent social status, their income easily exceeding the per capita level. Except for young girls who had just graduated, most teachers who were no longer single would move out immediately.

Not to mention married women.

"Ah?"

The auntie looked surprised and examined Guo Minjie from head to toe with curious eyes, before she couldn’t help but speak in the local dialect of Jiang City.

"Ying Kai is a good lad, what happened?"

"We just weren’t very compatible."

Guo Minjie bit her lip, some words were right on the tip of her tongue but she took a deep breath and swallowed them down.

The separation had to be handled with dignity.

"...Nothing’s wrong, nowadays young people breaking up and getting together is normal. If they get along, they stay together; if not, they find someone else."

"Marriage isn’t that sacred anymore, times have changed."

The auntie understood immediately and comforted Guo Minjie with a few words, without any intention of probing further into the reasons.

"Fortunately, you don’t have any kids. Just pack your bags and you can go, that’s actually a good thing."

"Mhm..."

"Go back and rest well."

Guo Minjie nodded at the dormitory auntie, forced a bright smile and dragged her tired feet towards the dormitory.

...

Once inside, Guo Minjie finally relaxed. She leaned against the door and sighed deeply.

She lifted her left foot, lightly tapped her ankle to free one of her jade feet, then repeated the action and walked barefoot to the chair.

The dormitory was quiet. The setting sun beamed slanted rays through the window. Occasionally, there were sounds of students passing by, laughing, the wind, and the rustling leaves.

Autumn was fast approaching; the cicadas would no longer keep her company.

Guo Minjie just sat there, blankly staring for a good fifteen minutes until the afterglow of the sunset turned a bend and the light grew dimmer.

So, she got up, slipped on some sandals casually, and headed to the kitchen.

The one-bedroom dormitory wasn’t large, but the management exceptionally provided a space for new employees to cook, which was considerate.

Washing vegetables, lighting the stove, cooking, washing dishes.

A life lived by the rules, a stagnant existence.

In one sentence, that summed up the first twenty-eight years of Guo Minjie’s life.

Leaving work at six in the evening, changing out of her work clothes.

Eating a meal by herself, occasionally drinking a few bottles of beer.

Living like this until today...

Until the edifice crumbled.

After removing the sturdy hairpin from her hair and changing into a cool nightgown, and after taking off the anti-aging mask from her face and finishing her nightly routine, Guo Minjie lay on the small bed, her thoughts scattered.

For the entire week after her divorce, she always felt like she was missing a sense of reality.

She and Ying Kai were essentially just a couple on the surface. He was either out socializing or staying late at work under some pretext. For the most part, she was still like she was now, alone at home.

It wasn’t until today when the dormitory auntie saw through her unusual demeanor and spoke a few words that Guo Minjie truly felt it.

Wanting to forget the past and playing the ostrich was utterly useless.

Since others would sooner or later discover her emotional status, it was better to accept reality openly.

Yes, she should have started a new life already.

Since being somewhat coerced into being with Lu Jincheng after drinking, she had been consumed by endless self-turmoil.

Raised with a set of proper values, from any angle, it was hard for her to accept that she had a relationship with a student that went beyond the teacher-student boundary.

Let alone on the delicate night of her divorce.

Guo Minjie, oh Guo Minjie, you just became single and you already rolled into bed with someone, just how desperate are you!

But did she really want that?

After repeatedly asking herself, she had to admit.

It was on her mind.

She was not the effervescent eighteen-year-old, nor the naive eight-year-old, but the perfectly ripe twenty-eight-year-old.

How could she not think about it?

If Guo Minjie truly had no needs deep down, she wouldn’t have ended up divorcing her ex-husband, she could have made do somehow.

Countless sexless couples just get by like that, Mr. Lu’s cunning methods and polished words would have been utterly useless.

As the old saying goes, a fly won’t land on a flawless egg, and honey won’t attract butterflies or bees without its sweetness.

The reason she was struggling internally was because she found a growing chasm between her principles and her physical desires.

Even though she desperately didn’t want to remember, trying her best to erase that ridiculous night from her mind.

Yet, as her mind strove to forget, her body started to protest.

The man ripping open the zipper, standing upright with a smile, the sound of his hand striking the rounded flesh...

Despite being drunk, she didn’t understand why.

Every detail, every step of that night, was like a movie playing in her mind.

As soon as Guo Minjie closed her eyes, it would play in the darkness.

Especially that scene that kept replaying in her heart.

Lu Jincheng holding her neck, with a hint of a smile, his upper body clearly defined against her.

In the long night, his voice was low, like a demon tempting her to sneak into Eden and steal the forbidden fruit.

"Xiao Jie, cry out!"

"Cry out... what?"

"What do you think?"

"Xiao... Xiao Lu."

"Who the hell do you think is Xiao Lu?"

With a loud slap, the man tightened his fingers and asked again,

"Think carefully, what should you call me today?"

"Jin Cheng..."

"That’s not right! What should you call me? Think again!"

Another relentless slap made her eyes go blurry.

"I can’t figure it out."

Guo Minjie felt wronged, her mind racing, but she couldn’t figure it out no matter what.

I can’t figure it out, I really can’t figure it out!

The man didn’t speak; he just flipped her over.

Guo Minjie remained on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, as the man grabbed her hair with one hand, pulling from both ends.

What followed was almost frantic.

In just five minutes, Guo Minjie lost all control, her last bit of consciousness shattered.

"What do you call me? Cry out!"

"Husband!"

Guo Minjie closed her eyes, her body arching tautly, her voice piercing, communicating with him on pure instinct.

With the new term escaping her lips, she seemed to realize something, her flicker of lucidity abandoned far away.

Swooping like an eagle, a river bursting its banks.

"Ah! Husband!!!"

"!!!!!!!"

...

Guo Minjie shook her head, opening her eyes to dispel the fantasy, her gaze brimming with bewilderment.

Fucking hell, she was thinking about that scene again.

She had resolved not to think about it.

So annoying.

The advisor knit her brows, her chest heaving uncontrollably, her breaths deepening.

She took out her phone, looking for an excuse for her thoughts during the long night.

Swiping to an app called Meiyou, indeed, she found it.

This damn premenstrual phase, is it really so hard to control?

Forget it, there was a reason for everything.

She couldn’t blame herself.

Guo Minjie let out a long sigh, turned over, and closed her eyes, refusing to look.

Her hand reached toward the nightstand.

There lay a small gift from Lu Jincheng.

A round object.