Lin Nuannuan remembered her mother-in-law, Lu Jinyun, calling last night. She said this was the last time she'd help her.
Ning Shiyu's medicine was given by Lu Jinyun.
But at this moment, who gave the medicine no longer mattered.
The important thing was, her husband, Ning Shiyu, threw her two contraceptive pills.
She gave a bitter smile, choking up as she asked, "Ning Shiyu, are you really going to treat me like this?"
They had known each other for ten years.
"Lin Nuannuan, do you really think you're qualified to have my child?" Ning Shiyu remained cold and merciless.
Lin Nuannuan smiled through her tears, two streams spilling from her eyes.
She always believed there was some room to fix things between them, thought Ning Shiyu would see her worth one day.
Turns out, she was just fooling herself, thinking too much.
Picking up those two contraceptive pills, she swallowed them without hesitation. "Ning Shiyu, I've taken the pills. Now you can rest easy."
At that moment, a trace of resentment seemed to flicker in Ning Shiyu's eyes. He left without looking back.
Lin Nuannuan watched his retreating figure, thinking about the two pills she'd just swallowed.
This was the greatest humiliation of her life, the last straw crushing her marriage.
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On the living room sofa, Lu Jinyun crossed her legs, clicking the TV remote as she asked, "Nuannuan, Shi Yu's birthday is Saturday. Have you prepared his gift?"
"It's ready," Lin Nuannuan replied calmly.
"Shi Yu's birthday, you should make a good impression. Maybe it'll help your marriage. If you could get pregnant again, that would be best," Lu Jinyun went on with her usual spiel.
"Mom, I know," Lin Nuannuan replied. But in her heart, she could only apologize.
On Ning Shiyu's birthday, Lin Nuannuan disappeared without a trace. She didn't show up.
Ning Shiyu was furious. As soon as the party ended, he went home.
"Young Master."
"Young Master."
The servants saw the dark expression on his face, greeted him awkwardly, feeling like a storm was brewing.
Heading straight for the master bedroom on the second floor, he wanted to see how Lin Nuannuan would explain herself. Was she being dramatic to get his attention?
Ning Shiyu pushed open the door. Lin Nuannuan was just coming out.
"Lin Nuannuan, what do you mean by this?" Ning Shiyu asked sharply, his tone harsh.
Lin Nuannuan didn't care, gave a slight smile, walked into the bedroom, and took a delicate box from the vanity, handing it to Ning Shiyu. "Happy Birthday."
Ning Shiyu looked at the box, but didn't reach for it.
If he remembered correctly, this was the wedding ring he'd given Lin Nuannuan.
Seeing that he wouldn't take it, Lin Nuannuan simply shoved it into his arms. "I've already signed the divorce papers. They're on your desk. When the divorce certificate is settled, just let me know."
Ning Shiyu was stunned for a moment—Lin Nuannuan was actually asking for a divorce.
This woman—hadn't she always been after the Ning family fortune?
She'd sweet-talked his father so much his father had ordered that if he got married, Lin Nuannuan had to be the bride, or else the Ning family's fortune would be donated to charity instead of left to him.
A woman like that, how could she possibly bear to divorce?
Lin Nuannuan seemed to see through Ning Shiyu's thoughts, gave a faint smile, "Don't worry! I've already talked it over with Dad. The Ning family fortune is all yours."
With that, Lin Nuannuan turned, grabbed her already-packed suitcase, and brushed past him.
Behind her, the man sounded a bit confused: "Lin Nuannuan, are you sure you've thought this through?"
But Lin Nuannuan didn't care anymore. All she remembered was the day he handed her those contraceptive pills, so heartless.
"Lin Nuannuan, do you really think you're qualified to have my child?"
After all these years together, even if she loved him, she would never keep degrading herself for Ning Shiyu.
A lifetime is so long. She would not spend it loving only him.
Pulling her suitcase, Lin Nuannuan walked away without looking back.
In the end, she was defeated by Ning Shiyu's cold indifference.
