"Madam, you won't get anything good by infuriating Director Si like this," Yan Qing said earnestly. He always felt as if he would be caught in the crossfire whenever the two clashed.
"I don't need anything good. Please inform him that the best solution is divorce. I'm waiting for him."
Jian Xi wasn't joking.
She really went to the hospital and obtained an injury report.
Holding the weighty documents, she felt somewhat conflicted.
Unexpectedly, she ran into Little Naigou, Chu Xiao, as soon as she walked out.
He followed closely, his face full of guilt. "Sister, I had a compelling reason last night. As an apology, let me treat you to a meal today, okay?"
Jian Xi refused. "I'm sorry, I have to return to Beijing."
"Take my plane."
Jian Xi smiled faintly. "No need."
"Sister! Are you mad at me?" Chu Xiao scratched his messy hair in frustration. "My dad threatened me with his life; I had no choice! I'm serious about liking you."
He hesitated. "But I can't be the other man."
Jian Xi could see the seriousness and determination in his eyes.
She didn't dare lead Chu Xiao on any longer. "I'm sorry, I don't have feelings for you. Perhaps I gave you the wrong impression. Please don't take it seriously."
"Sister!" Chu Xiao's eyes instantly reddened as he grabbed Jian Xi's hand. "Are you really going to treat me like this?"
Jian Xi felt as if she saw her past self in his eyes.
She had pleaded with Si Yuhuan in the same way.
Humble, longing, imploring...
"You're still too young," Jian Xi said gently.
"What's so young about me?" Chu Xiao straightened his posture. "You haven't even tried, Sister. How would you know?"
GASP!
His words are so explicit!
Jian Xi blushed instantly.
He smiled knowingly. "What are you thinking, Sister?"
"I meant your age."
"I..." Jian Xi was mortified.
Chu Xiao, in high spirits, continued his pursuit. "I'm already twenty-four, Sister. You can't be more than two years older than me, are you?"
Jian Xi was rendered speechless. "..."
It had to be said, boys his age really had a knack for pursuing girls, focusing on persistence and never giving up.
"But I can't divorce Si Yuhuan right now," Jian Xi said, thinking, With Si Yuhuan as an obstacle, he should recognize the difficulty and back off, right?
"Then let's start as friends."
He still insisted.
Jian Xi felt somewhat helpless and laughed in exasperation. "Fine, you're first in line. When I get divorced, I'll be friends with you."
Her words were clearly meant to brush him off.
But Chu Xiao took it seriously.
"Great! Then, Sister, I'll wait for your good news."
He ran off happily without lingering further, looking innocent and sweet.
Jian Xi sighed. Just as she was about to head back, a teasing voice came from behind her.
"Well, well, what do we have here? Tsk, tsk. A scene of Little Naigou confessing and getting rejected?"
Wan Yu was dragging a suitcase, and it was unclear how long she had been standing there watching.
Jian Xi couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Thanks to you, I now have not only Little Naigou but also a cheerful schoolboy and a British-style uncle."
Thinking she had fallen into a veritable Pansi Cave of suitors, Jian Xi wanted to pry open Wan Yu's head to see how her brain was wired.
"Hehe! No need to thank me. It's what I should do. Feels great, doesn't it?" Wan Yu said, slinging an arm around Jian Xi's shoulder as if she couldn't detect the complaint in her voice.
Jian Xi ignored her.
Suddenly, Wan Yu turned serious. "Xixi, you can't be foolish and go back to him. That would show a complete lack of backbone! Since you've decided to divorce, don't regret it. Whether it's older men or younger guys, you should flirt with them all. Who knows, you might find someone suitable. Get divorced from one and marry another right away. We absolutely can't let that dog Si Yuhuan laugh at us!"
Jian Xi raised an eyebrow at her. "You're clearly implying something. Spit it out. What happened now?"
Wan Yu, with her straightforward nature, couldn't hide things and immediately flared up. "It's Si Yuhuan again! This morning, he impulsively invested eighty million in Jiang Qimeng's film and media company—a personal investment, mind you! Even if that guy is rich, it's still your marital property. Did he get your consent to spend money on his mistress?"
"What's most infuriating is that Jiang Qimeng has stolen all the limelight in the e-commerce scene! All the publicity I did before just ended up paving the way for that little slut Jiang Qimeng."
"Now she's all the rage, hailed as the 'Most Beautiful Goddess.'"
"What a joke! How can a mistress who stole someone's husband deserve to be called the 'Most Beautiful Goddess'?"
Hearing this, Jian Xi didn't even pause in helping Wan Yu with her suitcase, as if listening to something completely unrelated to her. Her calmness was unsettlingly indifferent.
From the moment she took photos to provoke Jiang Qimeng, Jian Xi knew this divorce drama would accelerate.
She was very satisfied with the current pace, an outcome she had begged for for so long.
Wan Yu, thinking Jian Xi was utterly heartbroken, started comforting her again. "Don't be too sad. There are plenty of fish in the sea; don't get hung up on one person. We have Little Naigou, the older man, and if all else fails, I'll throw a party with handsome men for you tonight. You're bound to fall in love at first sight with someone!"
She abruptly covered her mouth. She remembered Jian Xi had fallen in love with Si Yuhuan at first sight. This had led to an unstoppable obsession that cost her nearly a decade of her youth, turning her into a foolish woman who sacrificed everything for her marriage.
"It's okay. I'm not as foolish as you think. Even if I was, that's all in the past."
Yes. Heaven gave me a second chance at life, not for me to be foolish over just one man.
Her phone rang.
Jian Xi glanced at the caller ID: Si Yuhuan.
She answered.
His cold voice came through the phone. "Get ready. We're getting a divorce."
Wan Yu, overcome with emotion, roared into the phone, "Si Yuhuan, you bastard! Jian Xi loved you for so long, accompanied you for so long, and this is how you treat her? Do you have any humanity? Any conscience?"
In contrast, Jian Xi was very calm. "Okay."
With that, she hung up.
Wan Yu lunged at her like an octopus, indignant. "Give me the phone! I'll curse him out again!"
"It's fine. What's the point of arguing with such scum?"
Want a divorce? Simple. Follow my rules: divide the assets in half, and then we split.
That evening, Jian Xi and Wan Yu changed into chic miniskirts and attended an e-commerce banquet, where they toasted to the future with Zhou Yan and other e-commerce influencers.
In the photos, her smile was radiant and cheerful.
In his office, Si Yuhuan saw the photo his secretary Yan Qing handed him and slammed it onto the desk.
"This is her attitude?"
Yan Qing looked like he was about to cry.
When Madam pestered him, Boss found her annoying. Now that Madam isn't making a fuss, he's still not happy. What exactly does he want?
"Have the divorce papers drawn up immediately!"
Si Yuhuan felt a stifling frustration in his chest. This was the first time anyone had dared to treat him this way.
Yan Qing presented a stack of documents. "No need, Director Si. Madam has already sent them over."