Even during her confinement period, when she was extremely weak, she never stopped her needlework.

Her hands became rough and covered with calluses due to long-term labor, but she always believed in her heart that with her husband's talent, he would definitely achieve great things in the future and all her efforts would be worth it.

As soon as his child turned one year old, Lin Hezhi resolutely embarked on the journey of studying abroad.

In the days that followed, Cheng Suxin took care of all the household affairs. Every time she received a letter from her husband, the content was almost always complaining about the lack of money, but even so, those letters were still her greatest comfort in the past few years.

She looked forward to her husband's return day and night, believing that as long as he came back, she would have someone to rely on and her life would be better.

Just for this belief, she gritted her teeth and endured countless difficult and hard days and nights.

But now, the man whom she thought about day and night and hoped to come back was sitting high up in the hall, saying these heartbreaking words with an expressionless face.

Seeing that she remained silent, Lin Hezhi thought she agreed, so he continued, "Suxin, we are not the same kind of people. Times are changing, and people's ideas are changing. Nowadays, everyone is pursuing true love and their own happiness. You should understand me and follow the trend of this era."

"But Hui'er is only four years old..." Cheng Suxin's lips trembled, her voice full of pleading and despair. How could she bear to let a young child be separated from his parents, and how could she give up all the efforts she had put into this family for the past ten years.

When Lin Hezhi heard his youngest son's name, his heart moved slightly, but it was soon overshadowed by his yearning for a better life.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm and cold: "Take him back to the countryside. Life in the city is too complicated and not suitable for you. I will send you some money regularly as consolation money."

Cheng Suxin could no longer suppress the pain in her heart, tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

"Lin Hezhi! I served your mother-in-law, took care of the household, and waited for you to return from studying abroad, but you think I'm not presentable enough? Now, you don't even want your own flesh and blood? How can you be so cruel!" Her voice was filled with sorrow and tears, echoing in the silent and empty room, as if she was accusing her own fate.

Lin Hezhi paused, a trace of guilt flashing through his heart, but he quickly suppressed it.

He gritted his teeth and said firmly: "I told you that I can't make sense with you. Don't call me Chen Shimei. Nowadays, people emphasize free marriage. Do you understand? Su Xin, I tell you the truth, I don't love you at all. For so many years, what we have been is just a mistaken combination."

Cheng Suxin seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She lowered her head, not daring to look into Lin Hezhi's cold and ruthless eyes.

"After I get the royalties, I will send you a consolation fee. It's settled." Lin Hezhi said as he unfolded the divorce papers he had prepared long ago, gently placed them on the table, and pushed them in front of Cheng Suxin indifferently.

"Sign it. It's good for both you and me. Letting go is also a kind of relief. From now on, we will each find our own life." His tone was so flat, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter. These words were like sharp blades, piercing her heart.

Cheng Suxin stared at the cold divorce certificate on the table, tears blurring her eyes. The thin paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, pressing her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

Her hand trembled as she slowly reached out to the paper, wanting to touch it, but she seemed to be burned by an invisible force and instantly retracted it.

Under Lin Hezhi's indifferent gaze, Cheng Su knew that she was powerless to save it all.

After a long time, she slowly stretched out her hand and picked up the pen with trembling hands. She gritted her teeth, suppressed the grief in her heart, and signed her name on the divorce papers.

At that moment, she felt her heart die.

The next day, a brief notice was published in the corner of the third page of the Daxue Daily:

"Notice: Mr. Lin Hezhi and Ms. Cheng are not compatible in temperament. With the consent of both parties, the engagement is cancelled. From now on, the man and the woman have nothing to do with each other in marriage. This is the certificate."