"Let's divorce."
In the serene private dining room where one could hear a pin drop, a ripple of shock emerged from the man's statement.
Qiao Yu placed a divorce agreement and a bank card on the dining table, pushing it to the woman in front of him. His tone was cold and indifferent. "Two villas, three luxury cars, and a compensation of thirty million, they will all be yours once you sign this contract."
"Or if there is anything else you want, just mention it. I will try my best to fulfill it."
"Plop-"
A soft sound.
The miniature cake in Zhu Ci's hand slipped and fell onto the floor.
Her eyes fell on the cold agreement on the table, the sweetness filling her mouth suddenly turned bitter.
She raised her head in a daze, the remaining sweetness on her pale lips seeming to be swallowed up by bitterness at this moment.
"Why?" she asked, trying to keep calm.
But her hand that had been grasping into empty space was already tightly clenched into a fist. The sharp nails ruthlessly pierced into the tender palm of her hand, but she couldn't feel any pain.
Today was her birthday.
She had happily bought a small cake and booked a restaurant, waiting for him to celebrate her birthday with her. But never did she expect... that she would be greeted with such distressing news!
"Wanhe is back."
"She waited for me for two years by the sea. I can't let her suffer anymore. I want to marry her, and you will be the one obstructing us."
The man sat cross-legged, his icy eyes were as cold as when they first met, staring at her, making her feel like she had fallen into a frigid pool.
"Obstruction?"
Zhu Ci's lips trembled slightly.
Two years passed.
The number of times she saw him was very few.
Even though they were husband and wife, no one knew that she was his wife.
So that’s it, the reason he's been concealing his marriage?
It felt as if her heart was being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand. Zhu Ci felt so pained that she even struggled to breathe, "Tang Wanhe waited for you for two years by the sea, but what about me?"
"What does my two years of companionship mean in your eyes?"
Upon hearing this, Qiao Yu’s lips tightened into a straight line. Although he had no feelings for Zhu Ci, he had to admit that she was a perfect wife.
As he thought about this, he pulled another card out of his pocket, "I’ll add another 20 million for you, you…"
Her voice was too strained, it was husky, "I don't want money!"
"I just want to ask you if you can…”
Not get a divorce?
"Ding dong—"
The ringtone from the man's pocket interrupted her speech.
He looked at his phone, his face suddenly tightened. "What? I see, I'm coming right away."
Putting down the phone and grabbing his coat on the way out, he turned back before leaving and looked at Zhu Ci.
"I don't have time to argue with you, Wan He is critically ill. Remember to sign the divorce agreement, I'll leave the house in Chengnan for you, I'll move out tomorrow..."
"......"
Zhu Ci watched his determined departure in heart-wrenching pain. Her eyes were like tinted red with blood.
"Ding—"
The message alert made her pupils slightly quiver.
Did he regret it?
Zhu Ci immediately checked the message.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t him.
It was just a weird phone number.
"Miss Zhu, if you are sensible, please leave Ah Yu voluntarily and save yourself some dignity."
"You know clearly, despite two years together he does not have a bit of affection for you! His heart is filled with me. Now that I’m back, it’s time for you to go!"
The audacious and triumphant messages were like invisible slaps, harshly hitting her face, one after the other.
Her slender fingertips firmly gripped the edges of her phone.
The pain almost merged with her body, so deeply it seemed to penetrate her bones. She couldn't help but clutch her chest where her heart resided.
Huddled on the ground, she gasped for air like a fish on the brink of death.
It hurt so much.
The pain was so intense that she could hardly breathe.
...
Right until the sun set in the west.
A cold gust of wind blew through the open window and onto her icy body, finally cracking her wooden-like pupils slightly.
It was over.
Walking barefoot across the floor, she picked up the divorce agreement from the glass table, with the names printed at the bottom right corner piercing her eyes.
She picked up a pen, crossed out all the terms of the compensation clause and signed her name at the bottom.
"Zhu Ci."
