During the years he lived with his daughter, Ji Linting only saw Qiao Zhixian's harsh criticism of Ji Xing, but he didn't know that the one who was actually being abused was actually my daughter who looked so much like me.
He no longer had the face to be Ji Nannan's father, let alone face me.
At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, I saw Ji Linting, who was almost pushed in a wheelchair.
After just one night apart, he seemed to have aged ten years, with a hunched back. He no longer had the gentle and handsome look he once had, and he was no longer the "hospital hunk" that everyone in the hospital praised.
Lawyer Zhang explained to me that due to the special nature of Ji Linting and I’s marriage, the staff at the Civil Affairs Bureau agreed to process our divorce procedures without requiring a cooling-off period.
When the two purple-red divorce certificates fell into our hands, Ji Linting's eyes suddenly turned red. He looked up at my calm and indifferent expression and choked out sobs again, "Chuyuan, can we still be friends in the future?"
I put the divorce certificate in my pocket and said coldly, "No, I wish you would die, and die tragically without leaving even a trace of your body!"
After saying that, I turned around and walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau without hesitation, leaving Ji Linting alone with a pale face, staring blankly at me as I left until I could no longer see him.
I stood outside the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, breathing deeply the air of freedom in the world, and my eyes couldn't help but become moist.
I am so lucky that I finally severed my lifelong relationship with Ji Linting with my own hands and got my property back.
I am pressed for time now and must seize every minute to arrange my affairs after death!
Just as I was about to leave, Lawyer Zhang called me.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak but stopping himself, and finally, as if he had made a big decision, he told me a story...
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When I returned to the villa, Zhou Bingchen had just returned.
Standing at the gate of the villa, he just stood there quietly, staring at me without blinking.
The dazzling sunlight blurred his tough facial features and diluted his inherent cool temperament.
I slowly approached him, pushed aside the halo that separated us, and stood in front of him.
Standing on the majestic mountainside, I looked at his focused and fierce eyes with tears in my eyes.
There is a faint teardrop mole under his eye, a high nose bridge, and thin, tightly pursed lips, which really looks like him as a child.
In his astonished gaze, I stood on tiptoe and kissed the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye deeply.
It's like kissing that wounded boy across time and distance.
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