Chapter 1 Divorce

"Are you sure you want to divorce me?"

Tang Xingwan looked at the divorce agreement handed over, and the joy in her heart, like a basin of water poured on her head, turned into bone-chilling coldness.

"Well, she's coming back."

This year marks the third anniversary of her marriage to Fu Hanshen. She went to the market specially to buy ingredients and cooked a lavish feast, only to be presented with a divorce agreement in return.

What a delightful surprise!

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Fu Hanshen looked down from his elevated position, gazing at the woman before him. She seemed so meek and gentle, yet her posture mirrored that of a ruthless businessman negotiating in the boardroom.

Tang Xing lowered her head and read the contents above at a glance, compensating generously. The terms were generous: a spacious villa in the city center and an additional fifty million yuan in cash. All in all, the value was estimated to be over ten billion yuan.

It will be enough for her to live a carefree life.

A three-year loveless and sexless marriage received a compensation of ten billion.

Logically, what else could she be unsatisfied with?

But she didn't marry Fu Hanshen for money.

After a long silence, Fu Hanshen lit a cigarette and put it between his thin lips. He took a deep drag, narrowed his eyes, and spoke again, "If you're unhappy about something, please speak up."

Tang Xingwan raised her eyes to meet the man's cold gaze and asked softly, "Fu Hanshen, in three years, have you ever had a moment of heartthrob for me?"

"No."

His brief and unambiguous answer dashed her last glimmer of hope. A dull ache, like a blunt knife twisting in her heart.

"That's it, then..."

Her eyelashes fluttered, concealing the glisten in her eyes. But it was just for a moment; her face quickly regained its gentle and serene smile.

"I made your favorite dish, would you join me for one last dinner?"

Fu Hanshen frowned and said nothing.

Tang Xing resisted her tears and served Fu Hanshen a full bowl of rice.

At this moment, Fu Hanshen received a phone call.

"It's so cold, and I hurt so much. Can you come to the hospital and keep me company, please?"

A soft female voice came through the phone, Tang Xing's parting was near, naturally absorbing everything from the call into his ears.

His fingers suddenly clenched tightly.

"Alright, be a good girl. I'm coming now. What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you, hmm?"

Her voice was softer than he had ever heard, Tang Xingwan's expression dimmed. Perhaps this is the difference between love and not loving!

Seeing that he was about to leave, she hurriedly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, her voice laced with a hint of humility and pleading, "Fu Hanshen, stay and have dinner with me before you go, okay?"

"Tang Xingwan, don't pick a fight without reason."

He coldly brushed her hand aside and walked away without looking back.

Tang Xingwan clutched her aching heart, finally unable to bear it any longer, hot tears welling up in her eyes.

Three years ago, Fu Hanshen found her and asked to marry her. She had a crush on him for a long time and agreed without hesitation.

After their marriage, even though they treated each other with respect, she stayed at home as a full-time housewife, taking care of his daily life. Even if Fu Hanshen didn't touch her, it was enough to make her happy.

A half month ago, her grandfather passed away. She accompanied Fu Hanshen to handle the funeral arrangements, and after that, he returned less and less frequently. Until tonight, he proposed a divorce because the white moonlight in his heart, Shen Xinran, had returned home.

She sat in the living room, lost in thought, her body stiff and unmoving. Only when she finally rose did she throw the now cold meal into the trash, just as she tossed her broken heart into the wastebasket.

After a shower, I lay on the cold bed. The air was still filled with Fu Hanzhen's sandalwood scent, and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

"Ding—"

The phone ringtone sounded.

Break this silent night.

She thought it was Fu Hanshen, but when she clicked on it, she found that it was a stranger who sent her several photos.

In the photo, Fu Hanshen leans against Shen Xinran's shoulder, his eyes closed, sleeping soundly.

Tang Xingwan, Fu Hande loves me. The entanglement is meaningless to you, don't embarrass yourself.

Tang Xingwan clutched her phone, staring at the warm and loving photo, her heart aching beyond measure.

She sat until dawn, and Fu Hande's assistant, Fang Chi, walked in with the divorce agreement. Looking at the pale and haggard woman, he felt sympathy and finally spoke up.

"Madam, Mr. Fu asked me to have you sign this. Anything you request can be fulfilled."

Tang Xingwan remained silent for a long time, then picked up the pen that was passed to her and signed her name. She didn't want compensation from Fu Hanzhen, she chose to leave with nothing. In the first place, when she married Fu Hanzhen, it wasn't about the money.

Fang Chi looked at her in surprise, "Madam, you don't want anything?"

"Hmm."

She took nothing with her, just packed a few sets of clothes and left the marital home where she had lived for three years.

I came full of joy and left alone.

After he left, she felt empty and lost, with no sense of belonging. But things had come to this, and life must go on. She couldn't possibly throw her life away for Fu Hanzhen.

Since Fu Hande doesn't love her, clinging on isn't her style.

Take out my phone and dial a number, "Lu Jing, I'm divorced."

Lu Jinglai arrived quickly, his car stopping beside her, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"A wise person does not fall in love, and divorce is a sensible choice."

"Stop talking and drive!"

She pulled out her phone, hacked into the surveillance system, and erased all records of her whereabouts.

I last looked at the place where I lived for three years, with not a trace of reluctance to leave.

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