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Halfway through the meal.

The waiter brought over a plate of freshly boiled prawns, each about the size of a palm.

Jiang Ye loves eating shrimp, but he has a fatal flaw—he can't peel shrimp.

Every time he peels shrimp, he manages to peel the shrimp meat into a pulp, and then stuffs the shrimp shell and vein into his mouth, leaving his mouth full of fishy smell.

Jiang Ye looked at the tempting plate of prawns and swallowed hard.

He reached out with his chopsticks, picked up a shrimp, and placed it on his bone plate.

Then, he put down his chopsticks, stretched out two fingers, clumsily pinched the shrimp head, and tried to peel off the shrimp shell.

However, the shrimp shells seemed to be growing on the shrimp meat, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't peel them clean.

Jiang Ye exerted a great deal of effort, getting his hands covered in juice, and in the end only managed to peel off a small, incomplete piece of shrimp meat.

Sitting opposite Jiang Ye, Han Qingru took in his clumsy appearance.

She put down her chopsticks, took out a wet wipe, and elegantly wiped her hands.

Then, she smiled slightly, her eyes filled with helplessness and doting affection.

"You..."

"Still as clumsy as when you were a kid!"

"You can't even peel a shrimp. How will you live without me?"

As she spoke, Han Qingru placed the plate of prawns directly in front of her.

She stretched out her slender, fair fingers and skillfully pinched the head of a shrimp.

With a gentle twist, the shrimp head separates.

Then, she deftly pinched and pulled the shrimp's back with her fingers.

A whole, crystal-clear, and perfectly intact shrimp meat was then perfectly peeled out.

Han Qingru placed the peeled shrimp meat on a small plate and pushed it in front of Jiang Ye.

"Eat up, young master."

Jiang Ye looked at the plate of cleanly peeled shrimp meat in front of him, and then at Han Qingru's hands, which were covered in shrimp juice.

A sudden, indescribable pang of sorrow welled up in my heart.

Those seven years in the Shen family.

Shen Qinghan has never peeled a shrimp for him even once.

In fact, every time they ate, Shen Qinghan would complain that he looked terrible peeling shrimp and tell him not to eat shellfish at the table.

But what about Han Qingru?

Yet she was willing to lower herself and get her well-maintained hands dirty just to peel shrimp for her clumsy younger brother.

Jiang Ye remained silent.

He silently picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of shrimp meat, and put it in his mouth.

The shrimp meat was very fresh and sweet, but Jiang Ye felt as if there was a wad of cotton stuck in his throat, and it felt a little tight when he swallowed it.

While peeling shrimp, Han Qingru asked casually.

"By the way, Jiang Ye."

"I came back in a hurry this time and didn't tell you in advance."

"Where's your sister-in-law? Why didn't Shen Qinghan come with you?"

"I remember she used to love this seafood place the most. And you too, I finally got to come back, why didn't you invite her to have dinner with us?"

Upon hearing the name "Shen Qinghan".

Jiang Ye's chopsticks, which were holding shrimp meat, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

He slowly put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue, and wiped his mouth.

Then, he looked up at Han Qingru's puzzled eyes.

There was a long silence.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath and spoke slowly in a calm, almost indifferent tone.

"Sister, there's no need to call her."

"Shen Qinghan and I... are already divorced."

"Clatter!"

The shrimp that Han Qingru had just peeled fell into the bone dish with a crisp sound.

She was completely stunned.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes widened instantly, her face filled with disbelief and shock.

"What...what did you say?!"

"Divorced?!"

"When did this happen?! Such a big thing, how come you didn't even tell me?!"

Jiang Ye looked at Han Qingru's shocked expression and gave a wry smile.

"About what happened a while ago."

"Sis, I'm sorry I didn't tell you beforehand. I just... didn't want you to worry about me while you're abroad."

"Actually, there's not much to say."

"Seven years have passed. I'm tired, and she's fed up too. Gu Ziming is back. She's found the love she truly wanted, and it's time for me to step aside."

Jiang Ye's tone was calm, as if he were telling someone else's story. But Han Qingru saw a deep weariness and relief in his calm eyes.

Han Qingru stared blankly at Jiang Ye.

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

The private room fell into a deathly silence. The only sound was the faint whooshing of the air conditioner vents.

A long time passed.

Han Qingru slowly leaned back in her chair.

She looked at Jiang Ye's face, which was noticeably more mature and weathered than before. A complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

There was shock, there was heartache, but more than anything, there was a sigh of relief.

"well……"

Han Qingru let out a long sigh.

She reached out and across the large dining table, gently taking Jiang Ye's hand that was resting on the table.

"Actually, I was against it from the beginning when you insisted on marrying into the Shen family."

"I saw it long ago. Shen Qinghan is too arrogant and looks down on everyone. She doesn't understand you at all, and she doesn't deserve you."

"What kind of life did you live in the Shen family during these seven years? How much grievance did you suffer? Although you never say it, I know it all in my heart."

"You are indeed unhappy."

"It's better to be divorced now."

"But... this news came so suddenly, I'm still a little stunned."

This top-notch seafood feast was somewhat quiet in the second half due to Jiang Ye's sudden announcement of their divorce.

But Han Qingru was a woman who had seen a lot in life. After a brief moment of shock and heartache, she quickly composed herself.

In her view, Jiang Ye's escape from the treacherous Shen family was definitely something to celebrate. Her exceptionally talented younger brother should have been a soaring eagle, why should he have to suffer such humiliation in the Shen family?

After finishing their meal, the two walked out of the "Seafood" restaurant side by side.

Night had fallen, and the neon lights of Hanju City lit up one after another. The evening breeze carried a hint of early autumn coolness.

Jiang Ye naturally opened the Bentley door for Han Qingru and said with a smile, "Sister, get in. I had the cleaning lady clean your luxury house in Yu Cui Bay in Hanzhou spotless a couple of days ago, and the bedding has been changed to your favorite silk brand. You've been on a plane for more than ten hours, so hurry back, take a bath, and get a good night's sleep."

However, Han Qingru stood by the car door but did not get in immediately.

A hint of undisguised apology flashed across her bright and beautiful face.

"Ono..."

"Um... I won't be going to Royal Green Bay."

"My flight is tonight, and I have to rush back to Yanjing."