Under the dim desk lamp, Su Yun's delicate little face became paler, exuding a kind of broken and fragile beauty.

However, her eyes were extremely firm.

She glared at the stunned Sheng Huai with cold eyes and said mockingly: "You are going to lose your temper again, right!"

"Are you going to say that I can't survive without the Sheng family? Everything I have now was given by you."

"But Sheng Huai, don't forget!"

Su Yun leaned closer, looked into his dark eyes, and her voice became cold.

"I have tolerated your affair with Miss Jiang for three years!"

"I have endured countless media ridicules and even insults against my mother!"

"I even nearly lost my life at the hands of your confidante!"

"So Sheng Huai, what do you want to save now? Do you want to save a wife who no longer loves you, or do you want to save your little conscience?"

"Or... are you actually doing this for the reputation and interests of Sheng Group?!"

Su Yun finished speaking in one breath, without looking at him again, and sat down to draw again.

There was silence for a long time behind me.

Sheng Huai froze in place, his heart feeling as if it was being cut open inch by inch.

He stared blankly at the figure in front of him and wanted to explain, but found that what Su Yun said was true.

The overwhelming sadness and self-blame almost suffocated him.

"Yun'er..."

He finally spoke with all his strength.

But when Su Yun heard his voice, she immediately frowned, her eyes full of fatigue and impatience, as if she had reached her limit with him.

Sheng Huai felt extremely frustrated.

He stood there woodenly, watching the sycamore tree outside the window rustling in the cold wind.

Memories drift back to that rainy night.

Su Yun, wearing heavy and rough stage makeup, ran farther and farther away on the sidewalk lined with sycamore trees, crying.

He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the side of the Rolls-Royce, looking down at him.

Wait for her to give in to him.

My thoughts are like rolling waves, rolling up the past and spreading out the present, but I dare not think about the future anymore.

Su Yun ignored him and concentrated on painting every stroke. This competition was very important to her.

As long as you can get a good ranking, you can become a high-end luxury brand designer.

I don’t know how long the person behind me stood in silence.

It was not until the open window was crackling in the night wind that a voice came from behind him:

"I agree..."

The tip of the pen in his hand paused.

Su Yun turned around and met a pair of scarlet and crystal clear eyes.

She frowned and asked again in a cold voice: "What did you say?"

Sheng Huai stared at the face that he couldn't let go of, trying to stay calm. He repeated again expressionlessly: "I agree to divorce."

He quickly added: "But you need to agree to one request of mine!"

The light that had just appeared in Su Yun's eyes dimmed in an instant.

"Just tell me, I knew it wouldn't be that easy!"

"My request is simple."

Sheng Huai looked at her with complicated eyes and a deep and low voice.

"As long as you promise, all the assets given to you by the Sheng family will not be returned."

"In addition, the dividends and shares in the contract still belong to you."

His voice became more and more hoarse, until it even began to tremble: "Yun'er, as long as you agree, I will agree to divorce...as long as you feel happy."

Su Yun sat and looked at him, and unknowingly her voice began to tremble.

"Sheng Huai, what do you mean? Do you want me to be grateful to you?"

"no……"

He raised his head, completely losing his previous arrogant and high-spirited attitude.

Even a little humble,

"Yun'er..."

"I just want you to feel better."

He stood up and walked to the door, then stopped: "If you think this is me seeking redemption... then maybe you are not wrong."

"OK……"

Su Yun choked up, raised her eyes and smiled at him sadly: "Well, thank you, Mr. Sheng!"

Hearing her words, Sheng Huai paused slightly, raised his eyebrows, and walked over with big strides.

There was a gentleness and indulgence in his eyes that he had never seen before.

Su Yun stepped back in panic.

She thought of the countless nights when he had been strong.

But she was gently embraced by a big hand.

He lowered his eyelashes, pressed the slender body into his arms, bent down and put his forehead against her shoulder, his voice gentle and affectionate.

"Then...see you tomorrow."

He stood up, looked at the pale little face in his arms with an unclear emotion, and smiled dotingly.

"Mrs. Sheng, remember to dress nicely tomorrow."

"You should leave me, a scumbag, beautifully!"

The big hands loosened their grip on the slender waist little by little, and when Su Yun came back to her senses from the long and complicated emotions, the only sound in the room was the sound of the wind.

Suddenly I felt like I had just had a dream.

But the faint pine scent in the house still smells good.

She seemed to have thought of something, and ran barefoot to the balcony and looked down, her beautiful eyes still misty.

In the cold wind, a tall and imposing figure walked forward little by little. He walked very quickly and soon disappeared from sight.

Su Yun leaned on the balcony and stared blankly.

Mixed feelings.

She slowly walked back to the room and wanted to pick up the pen to continue sketching, but her mind was blank.

Finally, she pulled the corners of her mouth in front of the mirror.

Laughed out loud.

…

Sheng Huai did not return to the villa after leaving.

He went straight to the company and slept on the sofa all night.

Or rather, I was in a daze the whole night.

He stood up countless times and wanted to rush back to Su Yun to tell her that he was just talking in anger and that he would never let go.

But I gave up this idea countless times.

It's not because of self-esteem.

But the way Su Yun hummed a song and shook her feet was really adorable.

He couldn't bear to kill her innocence in marriage.

Sheng Huai was lost in thoughts, regretting again and again and trying to convince himself again and again until dawn.

Secretary Gao was startled when he pushed open the door of the president's office.

Mr. Sheng, who has always been dignified and elegant, was curled up on the floor, with his messy black hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, looking decadent and embarrassed.

"Mr. Sheng!"

Secretary Gao spoke tremblingly: "Are you okay? Do you want a doctor to come over?"

The man on the ground covered his eyes with the back of his hand and pulled the corner of his lips impatiently: "Get out."

"But……"

Secretary Gao left halfway through his words tactfully.

She now understood that whenever Mr. Sheng and Mrs. Sheng quarreled, others had to stay away.

The door of the president's office was not opened again throughout the morning.

It was not until noon that Sheng Huai received a call.

It was Su Yun calling.

She was waiting for him at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Go get a divorce.

Sheng Huai held the phone in his hand and stared out the window for a while before slowly standing up.

When he walked out of the office again, his face had become as cold as usual, and no emotion could be seen at all.

In the bright sunshine of late autumn.

A black Rolls-Royce slowly stopped in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau of Li City.

The tall and slender man was wearing a well-tailored casual suit, his snow-white shirt was tucked neatly into his ironed trousers, his striped tie was decorated with a royal blue diamond collar clip, and his diamond cufflinks sparkled.

Extremely precious!

He stood there, his dark and surging eyes swept across the crowd and looked straight at a corner.

After a moment, he took big strides and walked towards the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.