Chapter 4 Divorce is not something to joke about.
When Sang Qian arrived at the auction, it was already eight o'clock.
As she walked toward the ticket gate, she looked down and rummaged through her bag for the invitation.
Holding the invitation in her hand, she looked up and saw a black van parked in front of the red carpet at the entrance. Several people who looked like leaders were waiting neatly to the side. As soon as the car stopped, the leader in charge immediately stepped forward to open the back door himself.
These people are likely high-ranking officials from the auction organizers. Judging from the entourage, it's easy to see that the person in the car is a big shot.
As Sang Qian was thinking, she saw the car door open, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes stepped neatly on the ground. Immediately afterwards, a refined and elegant man got out of the car and shook hands with the leader.
Every gesture he makes exudes the calm and composed aura of someone in a position of authority.
When her gaze fell on that calm and handsome face, Sang Qian was instantly stunned.
Jin Changyu?
Didn't he say he was on a business trip in Hong Kong?
How did you end up in Beijing?
Before she could think further, the other door of the car opened, and a woman dressed elegantly in a red strapless dress stepped out.
Upon seeing the other person, Sang Qian's pupils contracted sharply, and her face turned deathly pale under the streetlights.
Watching Zhou Yunshuang walk around the car with a bright smile to Jin Changyu's side, Sang Qian's hand, which was tightly gripping the invitation, turned white at the knuckles.
So, he accompanied Zhou Yunshuang to the auction?
In the brief moment of stunned silence, Jin Changyu and Zhou Yunshuang were ushered inside by a group of leaders.
The summer night breeze, carrying a sultry heat, swept over, and Sang Qian stood frozen in place, motionless.
The streetlights cast a long, lonely shadow of hers.
After a long while, she threw the invitation into the nearby trash can, turned around, and strode away.
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Back home, Sang Qian sat on the sofa in her bedroom, lost in thought.
After some time, feeling so depressed and uncomfortable, she simply picked up her phone and started scrolling aimlessly.
An attempt to distract oneself.
Her eyes hurt from watching the video, so she habitually switched to her WeChat Moments, scrolling through the page absentmindedly.
Suddenly, a post caught her eye.
Two weeks ago at a party, Zhou Yunshuang took the initiative to add her on WeChat. Although Sang Qian did not want to have any interaction with her, she added her as a matter of social etiquette.
At that moment, Sang Qian's gaze was fixed on the post Zhou Yunshuang had made ten minutes earlier.
Receiving a gift I liked on my birthday, and having someone I love by my side, is the best arrangement. I really enjoyed this birthday trip.
The accompanying image features a set of dazzling sapphire jewelry.
Sang Qian recognized that this set of jewelry was the most expensive piece of jewelry in this auction.
The starting bid is 18 million.
A birthday gift, with someone you like by your side...
It turns out that Jin Changyu wasn't on a business trip these past two days, but rather spending time with Zhou Yunshuang to celebrate her birthday. He went to the auction to buy her a birthday present.
Looking at Zhou Yunshuang's photo, Sang Qian's eyes stung, and she couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.
She and Jin Changyu have been married for two years, and he hasn't spent either of her birthdays with her.
She wanted to celebrate his 27th and 28th birthdays with him, but he refused, saying he was "too busy with work and there was no need to make arrangements."
She naively thought he was just too busy with work to celebrate his birthday.
It wasn't until today that Sang Qian suddenly realized: he just didn't like celebrating his birthday with her.
If the object of his affections is someone he likes, he might even put aside his most valued job and spend a day early going out to celebrate with her.
Indeed, the difference between love and not love is quite obvious.
Sang Qian smiled sarcastically, and when she looked up, her gaze fell on the huge wedding photo on the wall above the bed.
In the photo, she is wearing an expensive white wedding dress and has a happy smile.
Standing next to her was Jin Changyu, dressed in a black suit, his brilliance understated, his features handsome, but unfortunately, he rarely smiled.
He stood tall and straight beside her, his serious demeanor making him seem less like a wedding party member and more like a party membership application.
Sang Qian used to think it was just his personality, that he didn't like to smile.
Looking back now, I guess he wasn't smiling because he didn't marry the person he liked.
Sang Qian stared at the man in the wedding photo for a long time.
The scorching light shone on the woman's glistening almond-shaped eyes, reflecting a resolute expression.
It was late at night.
The sound of a door lock being turned came from the quiet room. Sang Qian's gaze, which had been fixed on the wedding photo, finally shifted, and she looked towards the door.
Then he met a pair of dark eyes.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
In the quiet, the man's voice sounded slightly deep.
Sang Qian looked at the man who had returned home early and asked, "Why are you back?"
Tonight, shouldn't he be with his sweetheart celebrating her birthday?
Jin Changyu walked inside, casually loosening his tie. "I texted you an hour ago saying my business trip was ending early and I'd be back tonight. Didn't you see it?"
Ha, he's still using his job as an excuse.
It's good that you're back; the sooner things are resolved, the better.
Sang Qian said, "I have something to tell you."
Jin Changyu casually tossed his tie onto the armrest of his chair, his expression showing a hint of travel-weariness. "I'm going to take a shower first..."
"Get to the point first."
Jin Changyu, who was about to head to the bathroom, paused and turned to look at the woman, who rarely spoke with such a strong tone.
After a moment of silence, he walked to the single chair opposite Sang Qian and sat down.
"What's up?"
"Jin Changyu, let's get a divorce."
The man, who was leaning back, suddenly stopped, his deep gaze fixed on her face.
"divorce?"
"Yes, divorce."
And it was she who brought it up herself.
Sang Qian stared intently at his face, trying to see if she could catch a glimpse of happiness or relief.
However, the man maintained his icy expression, never revealing any emotion.
She couldn't read any useful emotion from his face; he was just silent.
The room fell silent.
Sang Qian held her breath and remained silent, waiting for his response.
for a long time.
The man spoke slowly, his deep voice carrying a hint of seriousness, "Divorce is not something to joke about."
Sang Qian said, "I'm not joking."
Jin Changyu looked at her, his face darkening. "Reason?"
Upon hearing this, Sang Qian found it amusing.
He used a business trip as an excuse to celebrate his ex-girlfriend's birthday.
He even openly stated in front of his family that he would choose Zhou Yunshuang over "her".
Now, he still has the nerve to ask her for a reason?
Looking at the self-righteous man in front of her, Sang Qian suddenly felt an urge to regain her face and dignity.
She straightened her back, raised her chin with a look of disdain, and said, "Because I think you are a very old-fashioned and boring person. All you do is work all day long. You are never home, and when you do come home, you are like a silent gourd. You have no romance at all. Jin Changyu, I have put up with you for two years. I don't want to put up with you anymore. So, I want to divorce you."
"..."
The man's face was visibly pale.
The room fell silent again.
After a long while, Jin Changyu did not refute or retaliate against her negative comments, but only said:
"Our marriage is a political alliance."
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