Chapter 446 The day has come for them to get their divorce certificates.
Qi Mingxuan responded indifferently, took off the IV bottle and held it up, "Let's go."
Han Mingyu turned and walked towards the restroom.
When they arrived at the restroom, Qi Mingxuan hung up the IV drip bottle.
She turned to leave, but the man's tall figure blocked her way, and he didn't move.
Qi Mingxuan paused, then lifted her eyelids to look at him.
Han Mingyu smiled, "I can't undo my pants with one hand, will you help me?"
Qi Mingxuan pursed her lips tightly and took a deep breath.
She has been enduring it since just now.
But I really can't stand this anymore.
"Han Mingyu, do you think I have no temper?"
Han Mingyu was taken aback.
Qi Mingxuan looked at him expressionlessly. "I came to take care of you because you were injured while saving me, and also because I couldn't bear to see your parents worrying and going through so much trouble for you. There are all sorts of concerns involved, but there is no reason for me to come and take care of you because I care about you. So please don't have any other expectations."
Han Mingyu's smile froze.
Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Qi Mingxuan pushed him away and walked out.
Han Mingyu's tall figure froze in place.
Qi Mingxuan ignored him, came out, and closed the door behind her.
There was a knock on the ward door.
Qi Mingxuan went over and opened the door.
Guan Shuo was standing outside the door.
"Madam," Guan Shuo greeted respectfully, "I've come to deliver breakfast."
Qi Mingxuan stepped aside and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Please come in."
"Okay!"
Guan Shuo walked in carrying breakfast.
The VIP ward had a living room. Guan Shuo placed the breakfast on the table in the living room. "Madam, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
"You can keep it for now." Qi Mingxuan picked up her bag. "I need to go home for a bit, I'll be back in about two hours."
Guan Shuo was taken aback. "Does President Han know you're going back?"
"Please tell him for me."
"But……"
"I'm leaving." Qi Mingxuan said and walked straight out the door.
Guan Shuo stood still, raising his hand to rub the back of his head.
The bathroom door opened, and Han Mingyu called out from inside, "Qi Mingxuan."
Guan Shuo rushed over, "Mr. Han, your wife just left."
Upon hearing this, Han Mingyu paused, "They're gone?"
"My wife said she has something to do at home and will be back in about two hours."
Han Mingyu frowned, his face immediately darkening.
Guan Shuo watched, his back tensing up.
What's going on now?
...
About two hours later, Qi Mingxuan returned to the ward.
The moment she pushed open the door and walked into the ward, Guan Shuo even felt that she was carrying a redeeming aura.
"Madam!" Guan Shuo's eyes lit up. "You've finally arrived!"
Qi Mingxuan frowned, not understanding his reaction: "What's wrong?"
Guan Shuo subtly winked at her and pointed to the inner room.
"After you left, Mr. Han had a dark face, refused to eat, and just sat on the bed. When the doctor came to check on him, he wouldn't answer any questions."
Qi Mingxuan frowned. "I'm just going back to get some changes of clothes."
“But you didn’t say…” Guan Shuo sighed, “President Han probably thinks that once you leave, you won’t come back. If you really don’t come back, then I think President Han can still make three more escape attempts!”
Qi Mingxuan thought Han Mingyu was really too much.
She felt that she had made herself very clear.
But Han Mingyu still didn't seem to understand.
She sighed, feeling utterly helpless. "I understand. It's alright, you can go back and get back to work."
"Okay, then I'm leaving." Guan Shuo said, turned around, and quickly disappeared.
Qi Mingxuan walked in carrying a small suitcase.
Han Mingyu sat on the bed and looked at her.
Qi Mingxuan opened the cabinet door. "I'm just going back to get some necessities."
Han Mingyu stared at her busy figure, his expression softening slightly. "You can tell me."
Qi Mingxuan paused in closing the cabinet door.
She lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and then let out a long sigh.
Then, she turned around and walked towards him.
Han Mingyu's gaze remained fixed on her.
Qi Mingxuan sat down on another bed, facing him.
"Han Mingyu, let's talk."
Han Mingyu's eyelashes trembled.
A man's intuition told him that this was not a good day to talk!
"I haven't had breakfast yet," he said innocently. "Could you please take care of the patient's dietary needs first?"
Qi Mingxuan was silent for a moment, then stood up and said, "Okay."
She turned and went outside to bring in the breakfast that Guan Shuo had packed.
They set up a small dining table for him and laid out his breakfast. "Eat up."
Han Mingyu said, "You should eat too."
"I've already eaten at home."
Upon hearing this, Han Mingyu frowned immediately: "You've already eaten? You left me, a patient, at the hospital while you ate breakfast at home?"
"Didn't Guan Shuo bring it for you?" Qi Mingxuan frowned, her expression becoming somewhat impatient. "Han Mingyu, when will you ever stop? I've been trying my best to get along with you calmly."
Han Mingyue threw down her chopsticks. "That's really unfair to you, Miss Qi! If you don't want to take care of me, you don't have to come. Do you really think I'll die without you?!"
Qi Mingxuan stared at him, her chest heaving. "Han Mingyu, I don't want to argue with you right now. If you really think you don't need me to take care of you, then I'll leave now. But if I leave, can you guarantee that you'll stay in the hospital and not worry your family?"
Han Mingyu frowned and stared intently at her.
After a moment, he uttered two words stiffly: "No!"
He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of steamed dumpling, and stuffed it into his mouth. "I'm a patient, can't you be a little more considerate of me? I just don't understand. You can be so friendly and cheerful with Ji Lin, An Mi, my parents, and Qi Yue, but why can't you be the same with me? Am I ugly or not in good enough shape? You say you love me, but what have you done that shows you love me?"
Qi Mingxuan raised her hand and pressed her temples. "It's normal that you can't understand, because you've always only focused on your own needs."
Han Mingyu was taken aback.
"Let's eat. There's no point in discussing this now." Qi Mingxuan looked at him. "I don't want to argue with you because I have no expectations of you anymore. And don't keep causing trouble for no reason. I'll take care of you these next few days, but only out of gratitude."
"Why?" Han Mingyu grabbed her hand. "Tell me why? Can you really stop loving someone just like that? Qi Mingxuan, I don't believe you really have no feelings for me at all."
"You don't believe me?" Qi Mingxuan looked at him. "Then what do you want?"
"I..." Han Mingyu looked into her eyes, unsure how to answer for a moment.
Do you want me to continue loving you?
Han Mingyu's brow twitched. "Is that alright?"
"Of course." Qi Mingxuan smiled, but her eyes remained emotionless. "Then what can I get in return for continuing to love you?"
Han Mingyu frowned.
"I'll continue to love you. When you're happy, you'll say a few words to amuse me. When you're unhappy, you'll criticize me for being domineering and not virtuous. I'll continue to love you, listen to you, focus on preparing for pregnancy, and after I get pregnant with our second child, I'll give up my career under the pretext of taking care of the pregnancy and having children, and come back to be a full-time mom, living what you consider the most harmonious married life. Is that right?"
"That's not what I meant..."
“You do.” Qi Mingxuan exposed him mercilessly: “It’s just that now that I’m not willing anymore, you’ve restrained yourself, or rather, you’ve had to give up on that idea. But you did marry me in the first place just for these reasons.”
Han Mingyu's hand trembled slightly as he held hers.
"I've changed everything, I really have, is that still not enough?"
“There’s no need.” Qi Mingxuan shook her head. “Feelings can be cultivated, and health problems can be treated, but it’s really hard to live together when our values and pursuits are different. Han Mingyu, I know you think you can change now, and you’re very confident in yourself, but I don’t have confidence in you. Because when I marry you, it’s not with the intention of finding someone to marry and have children, nor is it with the mindset that marriage will benefit myself…”
She paused here, took a deep breath, and said, "I married you, from beginning to end, simply because you are the one I married."
Han Mingyu was stunned.
"Now, I want a divorce, I want to separate, and it's only because that person is you." Qi Mingxuan stared into his eyes. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
From the moment he arrived in Tibet, Han Mingyu took the lead in every single day of his life.
From her first time in Tibet to obtaining her marriage certificate and then her wedding night, from the bedroom to her daily life, in what seemed like a short two months, Qi Mingxuan had lost count of how many compromises she had made.
What would be the outcome of a compromise?
It was men who, time and again, made self-righteous judgments.
She knew that Han Mingyu might have developed feelings for her now, but what could that change?
The problem between them is that they have different values and pursuits, and their personalities clash.
Forcing two people who can't get along together will only result in both of them suffering losses.
The large hand that was holding her gradually loosened its grip.
Qi Mingxuan turned and walked out.
She was on the phone in the living room, busy with her work.
It was as if the conversation just now was just an insignificant little episode.
But Han Mingyu remained trapped in that conversation for a long time.
After that day, Han Mingyu became much more silent.
He calmed down and cooperated with the doctors and nurses' treatment. He was in good physical condition and recovered faster than the average person.
On the third day, the doctor said his wound was healing well and he could be discharged to rest at home. He was told to remember to change the dressing every day and come back for a follow-up check-up in a week.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, his parents came to pick him up.
Qi Mingxuan left early in the morning, saying she was catching a flight and had to go abroad on a business trip.
She left very early, before dawn.
Han Mingyu woke up, but he pretended to be asleep with his eyes closed.
I could hear her packing her things, making rustling noises.
Han Mingyu closed his eyes, listening to the ward door open and close, cutting off the sound of her footsteps as she left.
He slowly opened his eyes, got out of bed, and walked to the bedside.
A light drizzle is falling outside the window.
Before long, he saw the familiar Bentley Mulsanne emerge from the hospital's underground parking garage exit and slowly drive away into the distance.
Han Mingyu just watched quietly.
The sky was overcast, and fog obscured the view of cars in the distance.
The man closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing laboriously.
At the age of thirty-six, he was branded with a permanent scar on his back.
The thirty-six lashes were a warning from his father and evidence of his betrayal of his wife.
After countless sleepless nights and countless moments of rebellious tantrums, he finally realized one thing—he had fallen in love with her.
But the woman who had loved him for eighteen years gave up on him.
Why?
Han Mingyu still couldn't understand it.
He gave a self-deprecating smile and muttered to himself, "Maybe it's because I'm a really awful person?"
...
After that day, Han Mingyu and Qi Mingxuan never contacted each other again.
To be precise, as long as Han Mingyu stops bothering her, Qi Mingxuan is unlikely to contact him on her own initiative.
Han Mingyu didn't pursue her, but he kept a close eye on Qi Mingxuan in secret.
His people would report Qi Mingxuan's whereabouts to him on time every day.
She went on a ten-day business trip and secured an overseas collaboration. During the trip, she also attended Fashion Week with Anmi and acquired quite a few souvenirs.
After returning to China, she went to a neighboring city to attend a chamber of commerce meeting, keeping her very busy.
Han Mingyu thought to himself that she was so busy that she probably didn't even have time to think about him.
No, she doesn't love him anymore, so why would she miss him?
Han Mingyu chuckled self-deprecatingly and turned his gaze to the calendar on his desk.
The circled date: October 14th.
That is, tomorrow.
The day they received their divorce certificate.
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