Chapter 12: A momentary impulse driven by hormones
Mingzhu let go of the phone, the warmth of the phone still lingering on her fingertips.
She looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the deepening dusk, her face still a little pale.
The cruise ships on the Huangpu River have lit up their lights.
What Sheng Yuan said revealed was years of pent-up resentment.
He must have been thinking about divorce for a long time.
I've been waiting for this day for a long time.
Yang Tian was just the reason why he started this matter.
When she announced that she was dating Sheng Yuan.
The entire upper class was in an uproar over this incident.
Among many suitors of equal status.
She chose the heir of a second-rate family far away in Beijing.
Everyone thought she was just acting on a whim.
But no one expected that they would actually get married.
We've been together for so many years.
"Why me?"
Sheng Yuan would occasionally ask her this late at night.
There was a subtle uneasiness in his voice.
Mingzhu has long been accustomed to everyone around her trying to guess what she is thinking.
"Because you are pretty."
Mingzhu always answered nonchalantly.
Her fingertips were occasionally entangled with Sheng Yuan's hair.
Maybe it’s because Mingzhu’s attitude is too casual.
Sheng Yuan never believed this answer.
Always stubbornly asking for deeper reasons.
He is so insecure.
But the truth is that simple.
Mingzhu loved Sheng Yuan's overly outstanding face.
And the almost paranoid and life-threatening enthusiasm with which he pursued her.
As the only daughter of the Ming family, Mingzhu has been pampered since childhood.
Expensive jewelry, limited edition bags, sweet words.
These were all too commonplace for her.
Only Sheng Yuan is different.
Too different among that group of suitors.
Sheng Yuan could drive at such high speed for her that he almost died in a car accident.
I could even learn horse riding for her, a skill I don't even understand, and end up getting bruised all over.
I can put down all my dignity just to make her smile.
Perhaps it is because of this almost crazy persistence.
Only then could Mingzhu take a second look at him among so many suitors.
Mr. Ming indulged her and even let her decide on matters of marriage according to her will.
Mingzhu has never had any plans for marriage.
She doesn't want to get married.
But she still chose to marry Sheng Yuan.
The feelings that were once so passionate could not withstand the erosion of time.
There is no such thing as true love in this world.
It's just an impulse driven by hormones.
Since Sheng Yuan is determined to get a divorce.
Mingzhu will no longer really lower her stance to keep him.
She loves Sheng Yuan, but she loves herself more.
Even without Sheng Yuan, her life wouldn't have changed much.
Mingzhu simply hung up the phone.
Sheng Yuan's unfinished words were blocked on the other side of the phone.
Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone.
Sheng Yuan was so angry that he kicked the solid wooden desk in front of him.
The solid wood tabletop made a dull sound.
He roughly opened the drawer and took out the divorce agreement that had been prepared long ago.
But I still hesitated at the moment of putting pen to paper.
The pen was suspended in mid-air, and the tip of the pen spread a small amount of ink on the paper.
Sheng Yuan's expression was uncertain.
In the end, the divorce agreement was locked back in the drawer.
Wait a little longer.
if...
If Mingzhu comes back tonight.
He just acted as if nothing had happened.
Although she keeps saying she wants a divorce.
But Sheng Yuan still couldn't really make up his mind.
Mingzhu is afraid that her figure will change after giving birth.
After marriage, he took the initiative to undergo a sterilization operation.
His marriage with Mingzhu had no children as a bond.
That's why, once divorced.
There really was no connection between him and Mingzhu anymore.
Every time I think of this.
Sheng Yuan would be filled with emotions that he could not understand.
Sheng Yuan always trusts his intuition.
The two of them have been entangled for too many years.
He couldn't imagine what life would be like without Mingzhu.
After hanging up the phone, Mingzhu didn't take Sheng Yuan's words to heart at all.
"Uncle Zhou."
The old butler came in and bowed respectfully, "Yes, Miss."
“Contact my styling team.”
Mingzhu looked out the window. She wanted to go out and relax.
"Miss, are you going out?"
The old butler understood.
Mingzhu has always been particular about traveling.
Different occasions require different styling teams.
There is a dinner team for the dinner and a afternoon tea team for the afternoon tea.
"Go to Yunque."
Mingzhu opened her red lips and whispered the destination.
The old butler understood and retreated.
Yunque Club, the top private club in Shanghai, has a membership fee of up to seven figures.
But it still attracts all the rich and famous people.
Dignity and privacy are implemented throughout the club.
Three hours later, Mingzhu stood in front of the dressing mirror.
A dark green long dress outlines her still slim figure.
The diamond necklace around her neck sparkled in the light.
The only flaw is the white gauze on the wrist.
Fortunately, it has been cleverly concealed by the carefully designed cuffs.
"Miss, would you like Yunque to prepare dinner for you?" the old butler asked softly.
"Sure." Mingzhu picked up a crocodile leather handbag.
"Yes, miss."
As night fell, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove into a low-key building on the Bund.
The doorman of the Yunque Club recognized the car at a glance and immediately trotted forward.
"Ms. Ming, welcome back." He bent down and opened the car door. "Your private room is ready."
The interior decoration of the club is extremely luxurious but not vulgar.
The crystal chandelier illuminates the hall like daylight.
Guests' figures are reflected on the marble floor imported from Italy.
Waiters in tailored suits and white gloves walked around carrying silver trays.
"Miss Ming, long time no see."
The club manager was waiting at the door in person.
The old butler had just informed them that Miss Ming was coming.
Mingzhu has not appeared in the Shanghai Stock Exchange for a long time.
This big money sponsor needs to be received personally by the club manager.
The eyes of several male waiters followed her subtly.
Yunque’s requirements for its service staff are almost harsh.
From height and body shape to conversation and manners, every detail must be strictly screened.
Therefore, regardless of gender, it is common for people to be spotted and taken away by the powerful.
Even though the club has strict rules on this matter.
Seducing customers is not allowed.
But no one can completely stop this kind of thing that is consensual.
What’s more, there are those who can step into the gate of Yunque.
He is no longer a wealthy person in the ordinary sense.
"Miss Ming, it's been a long time." The club manager stepped forward quickly, his smile respectful but not flattering. "You look even more radiant than the last time we met."
Time seems to be particularly kind to this beauty.
Her charm remains as great as ever.
Mingzhu nodded slightly and glanced across the hall.
The waiters who were secretly looking at her immediately lowered their heads, but couldn't help but raise them again when she turned around.
In the eyes of those who know Mingzhu.
This Miss Ming is still breathtakingly beautiful.
The club manager had a perfectly placed smile on his face, "Your favorite pianist is waiting."
Mingzhu nodded slightly and walked towards the exclusive elevator in her red-soled high heels.
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