Chapter 278 Divorce Process
Butler Song walked out of the ward and held onto the hospital handrail for a long time, unable to get up.
Knowing that Shi Bei had always hoped that the father and son of the Shi family could accept the eldest sister from the heart and support her behind her, he tried hard to bring them together.
But... the Internet is so developed now, and Butler Song saw what happened this year on the Internet.
It turns out that during the days when they were absent, my elder sister, her parents and brother treated her like this. What qualifications do I have now to ask my elder sister to attend the banquet tomorrow?
But he didn't dare tell the old man the truth, because he knew his body couldn't bear it.
If I knew the truth of these years, maybe I would just...
…
The Shi family invited many people to the banquet, and many people paid attention to this information on the Internet.
When she felt sorry for him, Han finally loved her.
"I was heartbroken when I saw this online. Shi Han will be my support from now on. I hope Shi's family will love her well."
Some people feel that their family members are not worthy.
"You started holding this banquet years ago. Is it so difficult to acknowledge your biological daughter? Now that it's been exposed, you're thinking about making amends. Do I think Shi Han is cold? Why should Shi Han go? It's me. I don't acknowledge you."
Shi Han ignored the outside voices. She had never wanted to marry someone with the Shi family and have any relationship with them. She seemed to be indifferent to other people's opinions.
She had just turned on the computer when her cell phone rang. Shi Han glanced at it casually.
[Shi Han, don’t you want to know Lu Yan’s true identity? 】
Two more text messages popped up on the random phone.
【Why did I hide my identity and approach you? I think you should be able to guess the answer yourself. 】
[Do you think 놛 really likes you? Rather than your utilization value. 】
Shi Han lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, until the screen went black and she reached out for her phone.
I don’t know if it was because the phone was too slippery, but I didn’t pick it up the first time. Shi Han pursed her red lips, clasped the edge with her round fingertips, and her knuckles were tightly clenched.
Shi Han picked up the phone, swiped it with her fingertips, and looked at the text message on it, her beautiful eyes motionless.
There was little warmth in her memory. She had seen a scalpel being waved over her head when she was young. When she grew up, she was disliked by her parents and few people were sincere to her.
Shi Han thought that she tried hard to live, but she never knew what she wanted and what she could get.
But Lu Yan was different. He gave her everything she wanted.
She was too doubtful. But she believed in Lu Yan more. She believed that Lu Yan would not lie to her, and she believed that their feelings were real.
Even if she guessed wrong, Lu Yan lied to her and was willing to lie to her for the rest of her life, she could still forgive him.
If Lu Yan doesn't want to lie... then he'd better die with her!
Shi Han slowly calmed down, put his phone on the desk, and asked Zhao Yuanyuan about the separator.
[It has been completed. It is still in the testing stage and will be put into use soon. 】
Shi Han tapped on the keyboard, [Give me the earliest batch first! 】
Zhao Yuanyuan nodded.
Shi Han loosened his fingers, got the separator, and his sick grandfather needed to be saved.
Shi Zheng put on his custom-made suit, looked at himself in the mirror with joy, and then threw his tie on the sofa in annoyance.
"That girl will definitely not come, why should I dress up so well?"
The designer next to him didn't dare to say anything, and Shi Zheng waved his hand to let him go out.
Think about it and give a lawyer a call.
"How is the divorce going?" Shi Zheng walked to the window, thinking.
The lawyer looked through the documents and sighed, "My wife doesn't want a divorce and she wants to see you."
(End of this chapter)
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