Chu Xing suddenly chuckled: "Just as I thought."
Just as he thought, they were only after profit.
Song Mai was exhausted. After a long day, she grabbed her pajamas and went into the bathroom for a good shower.
When Chu Xing came out after washing up, he was still awake, typing away on his computer.
"Go to sleep early, don't put too much pressure on yourself. I'll take care of you during this time, so don't feel guilty."
The man looked up at her, his eyes filled with mockery.
"I'm afraid you'll feel bad if I spend your money and go to your parents' house for a few more meals."
This time it was 500,000, how much will the man I go on a blind date with next time give me?
Six hundred thousand? Or more?
They've already started looking for a new partner, so what are they pretending for?
Song Mai frowned. From his words, it seemed he was saying that she went to her parents' house for dinner to save money.
But she felt that he didn't mean it that way.
Whatever, whatever.
It's just a marriage of convenience anyway, why worry about so much?
Song Mai didn't say anything more and poured herself a glass.
Chu Xing closed his laptop, walked to the door, and turned off the living room lights.
On the way back, because I couldn't see anything and was unfamiliar with the surroundings, I tripped over a small piece of raised floorboard next to the sofa and almost fell.
In the darkness, Song Mai heard him mutter a curse under his breath.
This house is incredibly old; several floors are cracked, and a section next to the sofa is warped. Song Mai tripped over it a few times when she first moved in.
But since it wasn't her house, she didn't want to spend money on someone else's property, so she simply ignored it. Over time, she became more familiar with it and was able to avoid it precisely.
Looking back now, it seems necessary to spend some money.
The man lay with his legs bent on the cramped sofa, which was made of cheap artificial leather and was not breathable at all.
In addition, the room was stuffy and hot, and Chu Xing's back was covered in sweat after lying down for a short while.
My clothes were soaked with sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable against my back.
He rolled over, trying to suspend the wet part of his back in the air.
Unfortunately, he lost control and fell to the ground as soon as he moved, his thigh hitting the raised floorboards, which made him gasp in pain.
"hiss--"
He cursed inwardly and endured the pain as he got up.
The bedding was slightly soaked with his sweat, and he had no desire to lie down any longer.
Chu Xing looked at the woman's tightly closed bedroom door and made a silent decision in his heart.
He'll draft the divorce papers tomorrow; he doesn't want to stay in this doghouse for even a day longer.
I initially thought this woman was a good person; she could at least fulfill my grandfather's wish for a year, so I could barely tolerate it.
After tonight, he felt there was absolutely no need to endure it any longer.
The next morning, when Song Mai got up, she found that Chu Xing had already left.
The two eggs were still safely placed inside the glass lid of the egg cooker.
After washing up and changing her clothes, Song Mai stared at the warped floorboards by the sofa for a few seconds before pushing the door open and leaving.
Inside the CEO's office.
The first thing he did after the morning meeting was to pick up his phone, find a number in his contacts, and make a call.
The call was answered quickly, and before the other party could speak, Chu Xing spoke first:
"Draft a divorce agreement for me and deliver it to my office before I leave work."
In the evening, Song Mai got home from get off work and sent Chu Xing a message asking if he was coming home for dinner, but he didn't reply.
She hesitated for a moment but still cooked a meal for two.
But he didn't come back until the food got cold, until she laid out the expensive rug next to the sofa, and until she took a shower and fell into a deep sleep in bed.
Chu Xing originally wanted to come back early to sign the agreement and get it over with, but a problem with the project came up before he left work and he was delayed.
He thought she might be asleep and the agreement wouldn't be signed, but he still came, hoping to resolve things as soon as possible.
The living room lights were on, and there was a note on the dining table.
The handwriting on the note was neat and pretty: The food is kept warm in the pot; help yourself if you want to eat.
He walked to the sofa to sit down, and suddenly noticed that a small yellow duck rug had been laid on the floor.
It's ugly, and the material looks cheap and low-quality, but it's still quite soft to step on.
A small fan was placed next to the carpet. The fan cord was a bit short, so she used two power strips to connect it so that the fan plug could be plugged into the socket.
Chu Xing's heart softened suddenly.
He took out the divorce agreement, looked at it again and again, and finally put it back.
He felt inexplicably agitated and stared at the carpet for a long time, lost in thought.
Chu Xing could even picture her bending over and patting the carpet.
The old little fan creaked and groaned, not cooling him down or blowing much air, but he didn't feel as suffocated as he had last night.
Perhaps he misunderstood something, or perhaps there's some hidden story.
She doesn't seem to be the way he thought she was.
He tossed and turned for a long time that night, until he finally decided to apologize to her, and then he was able to sleep for a while.
"Bang!"
The man, still asleep, finally fell to the ground after turning over for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
He instinctively reached for his phone on the sofa to check the time.
The light from the phone was a bit too bright, and it took him a few seconds to realize that it was already 7:30.
The woman in the bedroom, who always got up at this time, remained silent for a long time.
Finally, just before eight o'clock, he couldn't resist knocking on the door.
But after knocking several times, there was no response from inside the room.
Just as he thought something had happened to her and was about to kick the door open, a note floated down from the cabinet next to him.
Breakfast is in the pot; I'm working overtime.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Chu Xing changed his clothes, hesitated for a moment, and then went to the kitchen to pick up the last egg from the egg cooker.
With long, slender, and handsome hands, he slowly peeled the eggshell and put the egg into his mouth.
It was just an ordinary boiled egg, with little flavor, just like her.
When Chu Xing came downstairs, the Maybach had already been parked at the entrance of the neighboring community for quite some time.
He overslept today. To prevent her from finding out, his assistant would usually park his car at the entrance of the neighboring community at seven o'clock and wait for him.
Inside the luxury car, the man closed his eyes for a nap.
After a while, he suddenly spoke slowly: "What does she do for a living?"
The assistant took a moment to realize who he was asking.
"Ms. Song works as a Spanish translator at a translation company."
"Um."
At the same time, as soon as Song Mai stepped into the company, she heard several people talking about her marriage.
When she arrived, several of her Spanish-speaking colleagues congratulated her on her marriage.
"Wheat, don't forget to send us wedding candy!"
Song Mai slapped the back of her head, realizing she had forgotten about this during her first wedding, and then smiled.
"I'm not ready yet. I'll send it to you first when I'm ready."
The receptionist, who was touching up her makeup with a powder compact, said with disdain, "It's better not to give them out. After all, your husband doesn't have much money. If you give them out, your family probably won't be able to make ends meet! Besides, even if you do give them out, they won't be anything good. I can't stomach cheap candy."
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