Chapter 1 I Want a Divorce What a coincidence, honey, you're also here at the hotel for a business meeting...

After drawing comics all day, her eyes were sore. Song Qingran yawned, put down her tablet, and prepared to go to sleep.

"Ranran, come down and have a drink with me."

My best friend Xu Qingru's phone rang just in time, and I hung up after saying a few words.

It was already 11 p.m. Song Qingran went to the dressing room to change out of her pajamas, picked out a white embroidered cheongsam that wasn't too tight, put it on, picked up her bag, and went downstairs.

"Baby, here."

Downstairs at the barbecue restaurant, next to an outdoor table, Xu Qingru waved her slender white arm and shouted at Song Qingran who was walking over.

Men and women who had come for a late-night snack looked over at the sound, and were amazed by the two women's rare appearance and demeanor. They gasped, and their enthusiastic gazes only slowly returned after the women left.

As soon as Song Qingran sat down, Xu Qingru poured her a full glass of red wine.

Xu Qingru was fully made up, with a pair of emeralds adorning her ears, sparkling under the lights. Her black strapless dress accentuated her slender figure, and when she was silent, she was a rare, aloof beauty.

But she rarely wears skirts or high heels.

"Who did you meet today?" Song Qingran asked softly, taking a sip of red wine.

"Who else could it be but that bank manager's son?" Xu Qingru's voice waned, and she sighed unconsciously. After a few sighs, she gritted her teeth and cursed angrily, "That pervert tricked me, saying he would set me up with someone, but he just wanted to take advantage of me. He's a scumbag! When I get powerful, I'll make him pay."

Recently, a major project in the company they co-founded ran into trouble, and they urgently need a large amount of working capital. If they can't cover the losses, they may go bankrupt.

Unable to borrow money, Xu Qingru could only hope for a bank loan. However, after having several meals with people, nothing progressed, and she was almost sexually harassed.

Song Qingran lowered her eyes and said in a very soft voice, "If all else fails, we can start over. There will always be a chance."

Xu Qingru tilted her head back and took a swig of wine. "There's no other way. Five hundred million isn't so easy to raise. I'm just a little unwilling to give up."

When the topic turned to sad things, the atmosphere became somber. They remained silent, drinking in silence, and soon their eyes showed signs of intoxication.

Under the influence of alcohol, Xu Qingru, an outgoing person, began to vent her frustrations, scolding her cheating father, her mean-spirited stepmother, and her son one by one.

As the cursing continued, it affected Song Qingran.

"Your husband is no good either, a good-for-nothing rich kid, a troublemaker. He better never come back, or I'll beat him half to death!"

Song Qingran poured herself a glass of wine, nodded her head slightly, and said with a hint of dazedness in her eyes, "Yes, he's no good either."

He raised his hand, and the diamond ring reflected a sharp light under the lamp, just like his unique temperament—powerful and arrogant.

She felt increasingly uncomfortable looking at it and tried to pull it off, but after trying for a long time, she couldn't get it off and ended up breaking the skin on her finger.

"Cheng Wang is a bastard!"

She followed Xu Qingru and muttered a curse.

Six months ago, she married Cheng Wang, the heir to the Cheng Group. On the day they registered their marriage, he hurriedly flew abroad and has not returned since. There are rumors that he went to chase after his beloved.

They were just strangers who had met twice. Song Qingran didn't care who he loved or who he followed; she only wanted the benefits of the marriage alliance.

But the guy said he needed to keep the marriage a secret before returning to China, and then he left without saying anything, only giving her a bank card without a password and a wedding house, leaving her at a loss.

The Song family is wealthy and powerful, but they can't compare to a behemoth like the Cheng family. She married into a higher social class and has little say. Old Master Cheng doesn't like her either. She can only wait, wait for that person to come back, wait for him to personally acknowledge her identity, so that she can leverage the Cheng family's influence.

A few days ago, due to a company incident, she deliberately left behind her wedding photos, thinking of trying to reveal her identity. However, the news was immediately suppressed by the Cheng family. The Cheng family's old residence even called to warn her not to be so forgetful again.

Like a sudden, sharp blow to the head!

Fortunately, she didn't go directly to the Cheng family, otherwise it would have been even more embarrassing to be rejected.

Several rivals in the industry who know about this have been sending her private messages every day to mock her, saying that she is so desperate for a man that she even photoshopped pictures to try and extort money from the Cheng family.

Song Qingran was gently pinched on the cheek, pulling her back to reality.

Xu Qing was completely bewildered. Her slender fingers slid down Song Qingran's cheek, lifted her chin, and clicked her tongue.

"Such a beautiful girl, it would be a waste if that bastard got his hands on her. Honey, he's useless anyway, let's get a divorce. I'll sell everything I own to support you from now on!"

Song Qingran was also drunk and nodded.

"Okay, let's get a divorce."

Xu Qingru's eyes lit up, and she shook her best friend's shoulder abruptly, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart.

"You should get a divorce. That kind of scum isn't worth it. Come on, let's divorce him right now..."

Song Qingran couldn't hear what was said after that. She was so dizzy from being shaken that she vomited. Xu Qingru was also startled and started vomiting along with her, clinging to the edge of the table.

Both of them were almost unconscious after vomiting.

Three men who had been watching them with ill intentions approached, intending to take them away. Suddenly, several bodyguards sprang out from behind them, and a single glance was enough to make them back down.

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The next day.

I woke up with a splitting headache after a hangover.

Song Qingran vomited again, and only after taking a painkiller did her stomach stop churning.

Just as she was about to order some takeout and have a bowl of porridge to soothe her stomach, Xu Qingru's message popped up, and she sent her a business card.

[Honey, I've found you a top-notch divorce lawyer. Add him on WeChat and let him teach you how to get a bigger share of the Cheng family's money.]

My eyelid twitched for no reason.

She didn't quite understand what any of this was.

I scrolled through the chat history, but there wasn't much information. As I exited, my eyes felt like they'd been pricked by needles, and my heart started racing.

Cheng Wang appeared as the second person in her contacts, the first being Xu Qingru, who had just sent her a message.

Almost by some strange twist of fate, Song Qingran entered the chat window and found several new messages, all sent by 'her' late at night. Most of them were voice messages longer than 60 seconds. Her fingertips trembled, and Song Qingran dared not open those voice messages.

She stepped out and called Xu Qingru: "What did I do last night?"

Xu Qingru seemed to still be asleep, her voice hoarse and incoherent: "Yes, I'm bankrupt, I have nothing left to lose, I'm drifting aimlessly, walking alone in dark alleys... Ah, divorce is so good..."

Unable to get any information, Song Qingran hung up the phone and mustered her courage to listen to the first voice message.

Ten minutes later.

Shocked and embarrassed, Song Qingran buried herself in the blankets, feeling as if all her strength had been drained, and she became limp as a lump of mud.

She rubbed her aching temples, trying hard to recall. When the recording and fragments of memory collided, she felt like dying.

She remembered that she had vomited last night, and the two of them were helped into the car by bodyguards, where they started partying again.

Xu Qingru had long disliked Cheng Wang and was eagerly awaiting her best friend's divorce. When her wish finally came true, she immediately took Song Qingran's phone and sent Cheng Wang a lot of voice messages filled with traditional Chinese culture. In the end, she even forced Song Qingran to send two voice messages as well.

[Cheng, Cheng Wang, you bastard, I want a divorce!]

[You freeloader, you useless man, I'm divorcing you!]

Listening to her own slurred speech, Song Qingran felt like her head was about to explode.

After a quarter of an hour of silence, she suddenly sat up, staring intently at the chat box. Cheng Wang hadn't replied; he probably hadn't seen it. There was still a chance to salvage the situation.

She can't get a divorce right now; even if she does, she wants to maximize her financial value...

After downloading a few trending emojis, Song Qingran sent them all out at once, followed by more than a dozen gossip news articles before finally putting down her phone, satisfied.

Song Qingran and Cheng Wangcai added each other on WeChat on the day they got their marriage certificate. Their chat history only showed their self-introductions, and they hadn't been in contact for half a year. Someone as arrogant as him probably wouldn't read her messages. She shouldn't scare herself unnecessarily.

After comforting herself, Song Qingran obtained the WeChat contact of Sheng Chang'an, the bank manager's son, from Xu Qingru's assistant, added a note, and added him. Half an hour later, there was still no reply.

She added several more times before Sheng Chang'an finally approved it.

[Mr. Sheng, this is Song Qingran. Would it be convenient for us to meet and discuss the Xinghuo loan matter?]

The other side sent over a few pictures.

Upon clicking, one sees a close-up photo of Sheng Chang'an, his forehead wrapped in gauze with faint traces of blood. He also posted a Q-version emoji of a little man with his hair on fire.

[She hit me last night, do you think that's possible? Not calling the police and having her arrested is me being merciful!]

Song Qingran: "......."

Sure enough, Xu Qingru was still the same Xu Qingru, and she would never let herself suffer a loss.

Song Qingran lowered her head and typed.

[From now on, all assets under my name, including Xinghuo's, will be deposited in your bank. All company employees' salary cards will also be transferred to your bank. Other collaborations are also welcome... I hope we can meet to discuss this in detail.]

It took Sheng Chang'an quite a while to reply.

[Have Xu Qingru come to apologize to me personally. Tonight at 10 PM, Grand Hyatt Hotel, A1103.]

OK.

As she spoke, Song Qingran had already come up with a good idea that might succeed.

At noon, after eating a bowl of porridge, Song Qingran still felt a little unwell, so she went back to her room for a nap.

At 6 p.m., the alarm clock rang.

She changed into a smoky gray cheongsam and drove to the Grand Hyatt Hotel for the appointment.

Knock knock.

I knocked on the door, and the lock quickly came loose.

Sheng Chang'an, wearing a bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine, leaned pretentiously against the door. The next moment, when he saw that the person who came in was not Xu Qingru, his eyes widened into saucers, and he spilled the red wine all over the floor.

He angrily pulled up his bathrobe, which was open to his abdomen, to cover himself completely. "How come it was you? You lied to me? Get out of here!"

The door slammed shut, and Song Qingran stood outside for a long time, stunned.

She knocked several more times, finally waking him up. Before he could react, she moved closer to him, raised her phone, and took several photos in a row. Sheng Chang'an was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and angrily tried to snatch her phone.

During the struggle, the phone flew out and rolled several meters away.

That's the elevator entrance.

The two exchanged a glance and then ran over to grab the phone.

Just then, the elevator doors opened with a ding, and a burly man in a suit pushed a man in a wheelchair out of the elevator.

The man had exquisite features, like a graduation project meticulously sculpted by the Creator. He was so handsome that he seemed almost otherworldly, but a sickly pallor on his cheeks and lips barely allowed him to blend into reality.

Below, his figure is tall and slender, with a strong temperament, exuding elegance and arrogance. Even with his leg disability, it does not diminish the overwhelming sense of pressure he brings.

The phone was right in front of the wheelchair.

Song Qingran ran over, panting slightly. Just then, the man looked up, and a pair of deep, dark eyes met her gaze. She was almost completely captivated by him.

Sheng Chang'an, who had followed, was also taken aback. This was Cheng Wang, the heir of the Cheng family? What incredible luck! He had actually encountered this golden Buddha.

He wiped his hands, intending to go over and exchange a few pleasantries, but the man's menacing gaze sent a chill down his spine.

Song Qingran avoided Cheng Wang's gaze, curled her fingertips, slowly walked to his side, gave a faint smile, and called out softly.

"Honey, when did you get back?"

"What a coincidence, I came here to discuss business and unexpectedly ran into you."

Old, husband?

"Impossible!" Sheng Chang'an exclaimed, his mouth agape, his face filled with disbelief.

Cheng Wang glanced at Sheng Chang'an indifferently, his thin lips slightly upturned, but his eyes held a chilling intent like the cold snow of winter.

Realizing something, Sheng Chang'an hurriedly covered his mouth, then looked down at his own attire and the woman beside him, and suddenly felt that he was about to face a great disaster.

He clutched the corner of his bathrobe, stammering with a forced smile: "Mr. Cheng, it's a pleasure to meet you. I never imagined Miss Song was your wife. Don't worry, I'll definitely get my father to approve this loan. No, I won't bother you and Mrs. Cheng any longer."

After he finished speaking, he turned to run away, but the bodyguard grabbed him by the collar and pinned him against the wall. He could only blink pitifully and beg Song Qingran for help.

Song Qingran was preoccupied with the loan and wanted to plead for leniency, but Cheng Wang stopped her as he bent down to pick up his phone. He stared at the phone screen for a few seconds before looking up at her again.

That glance was listless and leisurely, without any emotion or sharpness, yet she subconsciously avoided it. Even so, she still felt a burning sensation.

A lone man and woman, a hotel, bathrobes, a photo of them together...

The scene before her eyes was indeed thought-provoking, much like someone being caught cheating. She pretended to be calm, but her heart was still in turmoil. How could she possibly explain herself?

Cheng Wang snapped his fingers, and the bodyguard, understanding, nodded to him before covering Sheng Chang'an's mouth and leading him away from the scene.

The wheelchair beeped and slowly moved to Song Qingran's side, where it stopped.

The man glanced at her with amusement, his clear voice falling into her ears like musical notes falling on a piano string, making her ears feel soft.

"Keep up."

Song Qingran's eyes flashed, and she followed him with elegant steps, silently trailing behind him.

As she rounded the corner, a mournful wail rang out from the ground. Its shrill, piercing sound made her heart clench, and she instinctively gripped the chain of her bag.

What a bad start!

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