Magic City, the living room of an old villa.
Two people were sitting at a grand conference table made of mahogany.
Feng Yuanqing looked at the 'divorce agreement' that was pushed in front of her with a bitter face, and her vision suddenly became blurred.
The two extremely clear words "divorce" were like two sharp knives stabbing her heart, causing her to tremble uncontrollably due to the pain.
Feng Yuanqing, in a white dress, looked like a little white flower swaying in the wind and rain, looking particularly weak, helpless and pitiful.
The secretary, dressed in a suit, remained completely indifferent, his face expressionless as he spoke in a formal manner, "Ms. Feng Yuanqing, as long as you sign this divorce agreement, this villa worth 30 million will be transferred to your name. Furthermore, considering our relationship as husband and wife, Mr. Yi is willing to pay you a lump sum of 20 million as alimony. With this money, you can rest assured for the rest of your life."
"No, I won't sign. I want to see him! Even if it's a divorce, he should tell me in person!" Her eyes were red and tears couldn't help but fall. Feng Yuanqing shook her head desperately, and her whole body seemed shaky, as if she would collapse in the next second.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yi has been very busy recently and has no time to deal with such trivial matters. Ms. Feng Yuanqing, please let me remind you that Mr. Yi has already given you a lot. Please don't be greedy and try to swallow an elephant. Otherwise, you will end up with nothing." The male secretary warned sharply, with a face full of indifference and a completely businesslike attitude.
"Think about it yourself. I'll come back tomorrow around this time. If you insist on doing this and refuse to sign, we'll take extreme measures. You'll probably end up penniless and kicked out of the house. Forgive me for saying one last thing: act with moderation and quit when you're ahead. Sorry to bother you. Goodbye."
After saying what he needed to say, the male secretary stood up and left.
Feng Yuanqing sat blankly on the chair, and suddenly she covered her face with her hands, lay on the table and started crying. She cried sadly for a long time until her tears dried up. Feng Yuanqing then got up, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and poured herself some water after coming out.
After slowly drinking a glass of water and calming down a little, Feng Yuanqing picked up her phone and called Yi Nian.
only……
After just two rings, the phone was ruthlessly hung up.
Her face darkened, and Feng Yuanqing felt as if a sharp knife had once again cut into her bloody heart.
Her heart was throbbing with severe pain. Feng Yuanqing called Yi Nian again, but this time, he was even more ruthless. She had been blocked.
The phone slipped from my hand, and the tears that I had finally stopped began to fall again.
After crying for a long time, Feng Yuanqing wiped her tears and told herself to be strong and face reality.
She had loved him for so many years, but in the end, he still didn't love her.
Now that she has woken up from the dream, it's time for her to face reality.
Returning to the table, Feng Yuanqing took a pen and signed her name on the divorce agreement, and then crossed out the relevant clauses of 'house transfer and alimony' without hesitation.
What she loved was never his money!
After signing, she sat there feeling sad for a long time like a puppet that had lost its emotions. As the sun was setting, Feng Yuanqing stood up and packed up her things. She did not take away any of the items that Yi Nian had asked his secretary to buy for her.
After three years of marriage, her luggage only consisted of one suitcase.
As soon as he went out, a feeling of homelessness and loneliness immediately came over him. After hesitating for a long time, before dark, Feng Yuanqing finally stopped a taxi and returned home.
Feng family villa.
The nanny who opened the door for her was full of surprise, but tactfully asked no questions, "Miss, you're back."
When Feng Yuanqing entered the house, the Feng family of four were happily having dinner.
Feng Kangjian, a round-faced, bald man with a typical potbelly, looked to be in his late fifties. When he saw her, his expression immediately changed. "Xiaoqing, why are you back? Why are you carrying luggage?!"
Feng Kangjian was immediately shocked. He knew exactly why Feng Yuanqing had been able to marry Yi Nian. It was him who had persuaded Old Master Yi to marry his daughter. And now, Old Master Yi was dead, and his daughter had returned. Could it be... a divorce?
"Dad, I'm coming back to stay for a few days." Feng Yuanqing felt very upset because her mother's position was taken away by someone else.
Although she didn't want to see them, she really had nowhere else to go.
"You, you, are you divorced?" As a cunning old man, Feng Kangjian is definitely not so easy to fool.
"Dad, I'm tired and I want to rest." Feng Yuanqing didn't want to say more and dragged her luggage back to her room.
"Stop!" Feng Kangjian yelled immediately, "Go back! Go back immediately and beg your son-in-law for help. You must not divorce me! If you dare to divorce me, I will no longer have you as my daughter!"
Feng Kangjian roared anxiously, rushed over and snatched Feng Yuanqing's luggage, holding the luggage in one hand and dragging her out with the other.
If they get divorced, he will no longer be Yi Nian's father-in-law. Without the relationship with Hengsheng Yexing, who will give him face and take care of his business in the future?
"I'm telling you, this marriage absolutely cannot be divorced! Even if he's determined to divorce, you have to shamelessly cling to him! Even if you lose your status as Mrs. Yi, you have to stay with your son-in-law!"
"Dad!" Feng Yuanqing shouted in shame and anger, feeling a chill in her heart. This was her father. For money, he would let her be a mistress!
"Old Shen, take her back!" After dragging the person out of the door, Feng Kangjian called the driver loudly.
After forcibly stuffing the person into the car, Feng Kangjian did not forget to order, "Old Shen, send her back before you come back!"
"Yes, sir."
Feng Yuanqing was packed up and sent back.
The old villa was pitch black, with only the street lamp in front of the courtyard emitting a dim light.
He didn't come back.
The last glimmer of hope was dashed again. Feng Yuanqing stood at the door for a while. After Lao Shen drove away, she picked up her luggage and left again.
This time, she chose to go to the hotel.
When Feng Yuanqing woke up the next morning, she was not used to it for a moment. She was at a loss as to where she was and stared at the ceiling for a while.
It took me a long time to remember that she was divorced!
She is divorced and can't go back home. What should she do in the future?
Feng Yuanqing was thinking about the future in a daze. Just as she was thinking about the future, the phone suddenly rang.
Is it him?
Her eyes lit up slightly, and hope rose in her heart again. Feng Yuanqing immediately picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table.
Caller ID: Mom.
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