Because it's Friday, the marriage registration office is about to close, and the earliest I can process the divorce registration is next Monday morning. I have to wait two more days.
"By the way, is there a cooling-off period for divorce?" I frowned, a little annoyed.
"A cooling-off period for divorce? Oh, Miss Sheng, this cooling-off period won't take effect until January 1st next year," Attorney Gu said with a smile.
Hearing his words, I felt a pang of panic.
I almost got exposed.
I suddenly realized that I had been reborn before the "cooling-off period for divorce" took effect.
That's wonderful!
In my past life, I used this rule to relentlessly pursue Fu Yanshen and wear him down.
After the lawyer left, I pinched myself a few more times and washed my face with cold water until my mind was completely clear before I dared to believe that Fu Yanshen and I were really getting a divorce.
Moreover, he was the one who initiated the divorce.
Even my threats of suicide and divorce couldn't bring him down, and the board of directors even chose to protect him. So why did he resign voluntarily, divorce me, and leave Shengshi?
I don't understand.
But whatever, I got what I wanted anyway.
The next morning, Luo Luo came to see me, but Song Sinan was nowhere to be seen. I suddenly remembered what my father had said.
"Luo Luo, was Si Nan injured by Fu Yanshen? How serious is it?" I asked worriedly.
"Hey, you've seen how skilled the boss is, haven't you? It's just a minor injury, a bruise on his face, but he won't come out. His perfectionism is getting the better of him."
Luo Luo straddled the chair, resting her hands on the back of the chair, and looked at me as she spoke.
"I owe Sinan a favor again... What right does Fu Yanshen have to hit him?"
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Actually, the person I least wanted to trouble was Song Sinan, but he was the only one who had the ability to help me. When I learned that he was implicated because of helping me, I felt very guilty.
This made Fu Yanshen even angrier.
“That day, when Fu Yanshen saw me and the boss coming to visit you, he raised his fist and charged at the boss. The boss was caught off guard and took a punch from him!”
Luo Luo spoke vividly, imitating as she spoke.
"Oh, and I also filmed a video!"
Luo Luo quickly handed me her phone.
I clicked on the video.
In the hospital corridor, Fu Yanshen pinned Song Sinan against the wall, his hand tightly gripping Song Sinan's trench coat collar, his profile fierce and his face dark.
"You fucking like her that much? Aren't you afraid she'll jump off course and fall to her death?! Damn it!"
He questioned Song Sinan fiercely, his teeth clenched.
After saying that, he punched Song Sinan in the stomach again.
"Fu Yanshen, if you hit me again, I'll call the police! This was Qiao Qiao's own idea; the boss didn't know about it beforehand!"
Luo Luo tried to mediate the fight.
After watching the video, I was stunned.
"That Fu Yanshen, is he schizophrenic? He treats you like that on one hand, but on the other hand, he's afraid you'll die..."
Luo Luo's吐槽 (tu cao, a form of online commentary or criticism) brought me back to my senses.
“Yeah, he’s sick.” I agreed with her, secretly clenching my fists.
The look of panic on Fu Yanshen's face when he saw me break free from him and jump down that day is still vividly etched in my mind.
At the time, I thought he was afraid that if I jumped, it would ruin his future.
It now appears that this is not the case.
He was genuinely afraid I'd fall and die...
My nose stung, and I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart.
He's really sick.
They treat me so badly and cruelly, yet sometimes they act like they care about my life or death.
However, I will not give up the idea of divorce because of his slight concern.
On Monday, right after the doctor finished his rounds, I got dressed with the help of a caregiver, put on some light makeup, and, with all the documents and photos I had prepared in advance, rushed to the marriage registration office.
The lawyer told me that a special passage would be opened for us at 10 a.m., but I arrived at 9 a.m.
I was terrified that something bad would happen and we wouldn't be able to get a divorce. I was so anxious that I couldn't sleep all night.
I just want to cut the Gordian knot and end this ill-fated relationship as soon as possible.
I kept checking the time on my phone, and it was still not ten o'clock. Fu Yanshen hadn't arrived yet, and I was getting more and more anxious. I wanted to call him to urge him, but I didn't want to contact him. So I could only urge his lawyer.
The lawyer said that Fu Yanshen would arrive on time.
What a jerk! He made me wait when we got married, and now he wants me to wait again when we get divorced.
Wearing sunglasses and a mask, I sat discreetly on a chair in the corner of the lobby, watching couples queuing up at the marriage registration office.
Gradually, I saw myself at 23.
Back then, it was fashionable to wear a white shirt for wedding photos, so I specially wore a white shirt, paired with jeans, and tied my hair in a high ponytail. I went alone and got a number to queue up early.
She kept making phone calls, glancing back towards the door, waiting for my leading man.
I also told him that he must wear the matching white shirts I bought for us.
That day, he didn't arrive until almost closing time at the Civil Affairs Bureau, still wearing a black shirt.
I felt so wronged that I wanted to cry, but looking at his dark face, I didn't dare.
I was afraid he'd say with a sour face, "Let's not get married."
He wasn't really keen on marrying me to begin with.
While taking photos, a staff member whispered: "Black and white is a really unlucky combination."
Looking back on my past life now, I realize that my marriage with Fu Yanshen was foreshadowed in the dark.
My cheeks were wet and a little cool. When I came to my senses, I realized that I had unknowingly shed tears.
Those must be tears of joy.
But deep down, I still felt a little wronged.
Just then, my phone alarm rang. I quickly wiped away my tears, stood up, and looked towards the door.
The man, dressed in a black British-style overcoat with a white shirt and tie, walked in from outside. He was tall and upright, with a cool and noble demeanor.
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