After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Half an hour later, at the Civil Affairs Bureau of Hanju City, at the divorce registration office.

Because of the cold weather and the fact that it was a weekday, there weren't many people in the lobby.

To avoid suspicion and to avoid provoking Jiang Ye, Gu Ziming wisely stayed in the car outside the hall to wait.

Jiang Ye and Shen Qinghan sat side by side in front of the service window.

The two were separated by half a meter, yet it seemed as if there was an insurmountable chasm between them.

The staff member was a woman in her forties. She carefully checked the two people's identification documents and the divorce agreement, then looked up and glanced at their faces.

"The division of property and custody arrangements are clearly stated in the agreement. The man will leave with nothing, relinquish custody, and pay 5,000 yuan in child support each month. Do you both have any objections to this agreement?" the older woman asked routinely.

"No objections," Jiang Ye said calmly.

The staff member glanced at Jiang Ye, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She had worked at the Civil Affairs Bureau for over a decade and had seen countless couples fight tooth and nail over houses and cars. A man like Jiang Ye, who left cleanly and didn't even want his children, was indeed rare.

"What about the woman? Does she have any objections?" The eldest sister turned to look at Shen Qinghan.

Shen Qinghan did not answer immediately.

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Ye sitting next to her with a complicated expression.

Jiang Ye was wearing a gray windproof cycling jersey today, and his hair was cut very short, making him look neat and tidy. His profile was strong, and the wound on his forehead from being hit by an ashtray had scabbed over with a layer of dark red blood, which looked shocking.

For some reason, looking at Jiang Ye, who was as calm as still water, Shen Qinghan suddenly felt a sudden panic.

Seven years have passed.

For more than two thousand five hundred days and nights.

Every morning, this man would bring her warm milk and a comforting breakfast to her bedside; every night, no matter how late she worked, a light would always be left on in the living room for her; when she was sick with a fever, he would stay up all night by her bedside, wiping her body with warm water...

Those trivial daily routines that she once took for granted or even found annoying were now flashing uncontrollably through her mind like a movie.

Are we really getting a divorce?

Once she signs her name and stamps it with the official seal, the man who has taken care of her for seven years will be completely cut off from her life.

Shen Qinghan's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable irritation in her heart, and looked at Jiang Ye, saying in a condescending, almost condescending tone, "Jiang Ye, it's not too late for you to regret it now."

"I know you saw Zimo at home this morning and it upset you. You felt you couldn't save face, so you impulsively decided to divorce me."

Shen Qinghan paused, slightly raised his chin, and continued, "Considering that you've worked hard for the past seven years, even if you haven't achieved anything great, I'll give you one last chance. As long as you tear up this agreement now, apologize to me, and promise not to cause trouble again, I can pretend that today's events never happened."

"But if you really sign this document and get divorced, and then regret it and come crying to the Shen family's gate begging for remarriage, I might not still want you! Don't risk your future on a whim!"

In Shen Qinghan's view, her words had already given Jiang Ye a way out. As long as Jiang Ye accepted the offer, this farce could end.

However, Jiang Ye didn't even glance at her after hearing what she said.

He picked up the pen on the table, removed the cap, and signed his name in a flamboyant manner in the male's signature section of the divorce agreement.

The movements were fluid and graceful, without the slightest hesitation.

After signing, Jiang Ye threw the pen on the table, then turned around and looked coldly at Shen Qinghan, whose face was full of astonishment.

"Shen Qinghan, aren't you taking yourself way too seriously?"

"I, Jiang Ye, never act impulsively. Once I've decided to leave, I will never look back."

"As for regret?" Jiang Ye's lips curled into a mocking sneer. "Anyone who regrets it is a coward!"

"you!"

Shen Qinghan was so angry at Jiang Ye's words that she trembled all over, and her face instantly turned red.

The slight hesitation and pity she still had were completely shattered by Jiang Ye's coldness and decisiveness at this moment.

"Fine! Jiang Ye, you've got guts! Don't think I can't live without you!"

Shen Qinghan gritted his teeth, grabbed the pen, and signed his name heavily on the agreement. He even tore the paper because he used too much force.

"Comrade, we have no objections. Process the formalities immediately!" Shen Qinghan shouted to the staff.

Seeing this, the staff member stopped trying to persuade them.

She skillfully entered the information into the computer and printed out two dark red divorce certificates.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two crisp, steel stamping sounds rang out.

This seven-year marriage has come to a complete end in a legal sense.

"The formalities are complete. One for each of you. Keep them safe." The older sister handed the two divorce certificates to the two men respectively.

Jiang Ye took the divorce certificate, casually stuffed it into the pocket of his cycling jersey, stood up, and walked out of the hall without looking back.

Shen Qinghan held the thin divorce certificate, her fingers tightening slightly.

Watching Jiang Ye's retreating figure, which showed no sign of lingering, she felt a strong sense of loss welling up inside her.

It's like something that originally belonged to you. Even if you don't like it much or even find it an eyesore, you still feel empty inside when it no longer belongs to you.

"Really... we're divorced just like that?" Shen Qinghan murmured to herself, her eyes somewhat vacant.

……

Stepping out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the cold wind outside instantly dispelled the daze in Shen Qinghan's mind.

She wrapped her cashmere coat tighter around herself and walked down the steps in her high heels.

Gu Ziming was standing by the door of the Maybach when he saw the two of them come out, and he immediately went to greet them.

"Qinghan, are you done?" Gu Ziming asked with concern, his eyes constantly glancing at the divorce certificate in Shen Qinghan's hand, his eyes hiding undisguised elation.

Shen Qinghan nodded without saying anything.

Jiang Ye walked to his BMW GS motorcycle, picked up the helmet, and prepared to put it on.

He glanced at Shen Qinghan and Gu Ziming standing not far away, and paused for a moment.

Although they were divorced and Shen Qinghan had broken his heart, they were still husband and wife, and Jiang Ye couldn't bring himself to speak ill of her like an enemy.

He sighed, looked at Shen Qinghan, and calmly offered his final piece of advice: "Shen Qinghan, for the sake of the past seven years, I'll give you one last piece of advice. Gu Ziming is a dishonest and treacherous man, full of lies and completely unreliable. In the future, be more careful in your business and life, lest you be sold out and still be counting the money for them."

Upon hearing Jiang Ye's words, Gu Ziming's expression changed instantly, and a hint of panic and resentment flashed in his eyes.

Before Gu Ziming could even open his mouth to defend himself, Shen Qinghan exploded.

She was already upset about the divorce, and now that she heard Jiang Ye was even badmouthing Gu Ziming behind his back, she was furious.

"Jiang Ye, that's enough!"

Shen Qinghan looked at Jiang Ye with a mocking expression, her tone sharp and sarcastic: "If you want to compete with Zimo for me, then show some real manly ability, work hard and earn money honestly! You've divorced me in a fit of pique, and now you're here gossiping like a long-tongued woman behind my back. Do you think that's meaningful? You only make me think you're more pathetic and despicable!"

In Shen Qinghan's view, Jiang Ye's words were purely out of jealousy of Gu Zimo, and were a final act of impotent rage.

Jiang Ye quietly looked at the woman in front of him, whose face was full of anger and who was self-righteous.

He suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

If he could, he really wanted to drill into this woman's head and see how many tons of water were inside to make her so blindly confident.

Compete with Gu Ziming for her?

Does she think she's some rare gem?

Jiang Ye shook his head, completely giving up on the idea of ​​communicating with her.

You can't reason with a damned devil. Since she's willing to jump into the fire, let her go.