Chapter 259 Did you have surgery?

Zhou Yunjie held the phone and walked to the window on the side of the corridor. She took a deep breath, calmed her pounding heart, and then spoke, "You looking for me?"

"I'll raise the child after it's born." Shen Zhiyu paused, as if weighing his words. "It won't affect your future life." As if afraid she wouldn't believe him, he added, "You can do whatever you want in the future. Whether it's continuing to study abroad or changing jobs, as long as you say it, I'll agree."

Zhou Yunjie recalled that when he lived in Shenyuan, he once asked himself, if he had not been kicked out of his family, what would he have planned to do?

She was looking at the crescent moon in the sky, thought for a moment, and replied with a smile, "I want to go to France to study baking and take the Le Cordon Bleu pastry chef exam..."

Shen Zhiyu looked at her with a faint smile at the time, without saying a word. No emotion could be seen in his deep eyes. He neither laughed at her naivety nor showed any special interest.

He just listened to her quietly, his eyes fixed on the lights in the distance.

The night was incredibly beautiful. The two of them sat on the balcony lounge chairs and chatted for a long time about random things. She remembered that she talked a lot about dreams, about the future, about those longings that had been suppressed by reality.

In the end, she was so sleepy that she held her head up and didn't want to walk back, so he carried her back to the bedroom.

The scent of cedar from his body seemed to still linger in his nostrils. Zhou Yunjie withdrew his thoughts and looked out the window. His gaze wandered aimlessly for a long time before he slowly said, "I want a divorce."

The other end of the phone fell silent instantly.

After a long time, she heard Shen Zhiyu's low voice, "Okay, I agree. You go home now."

"I've already sent the agreement to Xinglai by express delivery. It should be in your office now... I know you're back. Please sign, take a photo, and send it to me." Zhou Yunjie added, "I'll wait for you for half an hour."

After saying that, she hung up the phone first, turned back and handed the phone back to Bai Simiao, "Thank you, Doctor Bai."

"You're the first woman who dares to challenge him like this." Bai Simiao chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes, "I can imagine how gloomy he is right now."

"Really?"

Zhou Yunjie looked at the snowflakes outside the window, which were getting bigger and bigger, fluttering and dancing in the air, just like her chaotic mood at the moment.

She said softly, "Compared to what he planned for me, my plan pales in comparison."

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Half an hour later, the photo didn't arrive, but Shen Zhiyu suddenly appeared, wrapped in wind and frost. There were still tiny particles of snow on his black coat, and an unbreakable chill was condensed between his eyebrows.

Zhou Yunjie looked at the approaching tall figure without the slightest surprise. She subconsciously covered her stomach with her hands and didn't stand up. Instead, she frowned and pretended to be in pain.

Shen Zhiyu stood in front of her, his eyes scraping across her face like a knife, finally landing on her hand covering her stomach, "Did you have surgery?"

Zhou Yunjie looked up at him, his eyelashes trembling slightly. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were red.

Shen Zhiyu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were scarlet and frosty.

"Zhiyu?"

Bai Simiao came out of the office and was a little surprised to see Shen Zhiyu outside. He thought he would not come so soon.

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind swept towards him. Bai Simiao quickly dodged to the side, "What are you doing?"

Shen Zhiyu didn't say anything, but the fierceness in his eyes made people feel scared.

The sudden change shocked Zhou Yunjie. She didn't expect that the usually gentle and polite man could be so impulsive as to beat Bai Simiao. By the time she reacted, Bai Simiao had already been hit and staggered back two steps.

She rushed forward and firmly held down Shen Zhiyu's arm as he was about to swing it out, "Stop fighting."

Shen Zhiyu's fist, which was full of strength, lost its power in an instant. He lowered his eyes to glance at the pale Zhou Yunjie, loosened his hand, turned around and strode out.