Chapter Thirteen

The rain has stopped and the sky is clear.

After applying a hot compress last night, Wen Yixing's arm felt much better. After dropping Fang Jingyao off at kindergarten, Wen Yixing asked the driver to take her to the hospital, a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, where Wen Yixing used to come for check-ups frequently.

Wen Yixing took her son's words to heart last night. After all, it was her own body, and if she developed health problems when she was young, she would suffer more and more when she got old. In order to get better as soon as possible, Wen Yixing made an appointment with an old Chinese medicine doctor who was difficult to get an appointment with.

The traditional Chinese medicine doctor performed acupuncture on her arm. By the time the treatment was finished, it was already 2 p.m. when Wen Yixing walked out of the hospital.

She hadn't had lunch yet, so she randomly picked a noodle shop near the hospital. The chef was quite skilled, and the beef noodles were chewy and delicious.

Wen Yixing has been trying to lose weight these days, so she is controlling her diet. Because she has been starving for many days, she feels that her appetite has become much smaller. She is full after eating only half a bowl of beef noodles.

Just as I was about to stand up to pay, the door to the store was pushed open from the outside, and Shengxia walked in.

"Why did you actually come?" Wen Yixing stood up, waved to her, and asked with a smile.

Sheng Xia stormed over, pulled up a chair and sat down: "Why didn't you tell me you were going to the hospital beforehand? I could have taken time off to go with you. Going to the hospital alone is so scary."

Wen Yixing reassured her, "It's alright, I've already had the check-up done, there's nothing seriously wrong."

Sheng Xia: "Your arm hurts. I told you before that the sooner you get treatment, the better, but you wouldn't listen. You insisted on staying home to take care of Fang Shiyan. Fang Shiyan can walk and jump, and there's no shortage of people at home to take care of her. On the contrary, you've been injured for so long, and I haven't seen anyone from the Fang family care about you at all."

Shengxia's workplace was nearby. In the morning, Wen Yixing was bored while queuing and chatted with Shengxia online. After learning that Wen Yixing had finished her acupuncture, Shengxia asked for her address and said she would come to see her. Wen Yixing originally thought that Shengxia was joking, but she didn't expect that Shengxia would actually come.

It was summer's workday, and Shengxia hadn't even had time to change her clothes. She was still wearing her work uniform, and her hair was styled in a low bun, making her look somewhat like a flight attendant from a distance.

Wen Yixing listened quietly, then smiled and said, "Isn't there you I still have?"

In the sweltering summer heat, her anger was easily soothed by Wen Yixing. She sighed, "You're just too good-natured! By the way, how did your talk with Attorney Yang go?"

Wen Yixing: "He's great, he's very professional."

"That's fine then..." Sheng Xia looked at Wen Yixing, "But are you really sure? Do you really want to divorce Fang Shiyan?"

Wen Yixing said with certainty, "Yes, I want a divorce."

As friends for so many years, Sheng Xia knows Wen Yixing well. Wen Yixing usually seems to have a gentle and quiet temperament, but she is actually very opinionated. Once she makes up her mind to do something, she usually won't change it.

However, just thinking that Fang Shiyan was the person Wen Yixing had secretly loved since she was a teenager made her sigh. If she hadn't been so disappointed in Fang Shiyan, Wen Yixing wouldn't have divorced him.

"So what do you want to do after your divorce?" Sheng Xia asked.

“I’m already preparing to look for a job,” Wen Yixing said.

Sheng Xia had a biased view of Wen Yixing. She always thought Wen Yixing was excellent in every way: good-looking, with a good personality, good at studying, and strong in ability.

She wasn't worried that Wen Yixing wouldn't be able to find a job. On the contrary, Sheng Xia was quite happy to hear that Wen Yixing was going out to look for work.

"If you ask me, you should go out and try working. You're so talented and well-educated. Staying at home as a full-time housewife is... a waste of your potential!"

Sheng Xia stared brightly at Wen Yixing, "And look at you now, radiant, you're in so much better shape than last year!"

Speaking of the past, Sheng Xia couldn't help but think of Wen Yixing, who had been seriously out of shape shortly after a car accident a few years ago. She became extremely insecure and didn't like to communicate with others, as if her whole world consisted only of her husband and children.

Sheng Xia remembered that once during the Chinese New Year, Wen Yixing came to her shop with her mother-in-law and sister-in-law to choose clothes. She helped Wen Yixing pick out a dress that would make her look slimmer. Before Wen Yixing could even try it on, her sister-in-law started making sarcastic remarks, saying that Wen Yixing was too fat and that she couldn't fit into the dress. Sheng Xia was a little angry at the time, but she couldn't show it because they were in the shop.

What made Sheng Xia even more popular was that Wen Yixing also rejected her.

Sheng Xia vividly remembered Wen Yixing's lack of confidence at the time. She spoke softly, saying, "I can't do it, let's change into something else, Xia Xia."

This incident had a significant impact on Sheng Xia, to the point that she later developed a fear of marriage. She couldn't understand why a once radiant, confident, and strong girl would become like that after getting married.

"Really?" Wen Yixing was genuinely happy to receive Sheng Xia's confirmation.

“Of course!” Sheng Xia said, “Look at you now, you’ve started to dress up and you’re also working out and losing weight. You look so great! A few years ago, you were all so drab and listless. I felt like I almost didn’t recognize you. Every time I saw you, I would ask myself, is this really the Wen Yixing I used to know? But now it’s different. I feel like the Wen Yixing I knew has come back!”

When talking about the past, Shengxia was like a chatterbox, her lipstick-covered mouth babbling on and on.

Wen Yixing listened with a smile. Sometimes she remembered what Sheng Xia said. After listening to Sheng Xia, she would sigh in her heart, wondering why she had acted that way back then.

Now that I've come to terms with it, it all feels like a distant memory.

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