Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

The computer received a notification.

[Dear Director Lu Weiliang:]

Hello, we are sorry to learn that you are suffering from depression, and we are deeply concerned about this. After a rigorous review of your medical records, the diagnosis has been confirmed, and our bureau will provide support for your subsequent treatment. Based on your request, we hereby formally approve your dissolution of your engagement with Yan Mu Sentinel. Effective immediately, your marital relationship is terminated, and you are now separate individuals.

Please rest and recuperate peacefully. We look forward to your speedy recovery and the return of light to your life.

The Civil Affairs Bureau advises that if Yanmu Sentinels engage in any further harassment, please contact the Bureau immediately.

Wishing you peace of mind and good health.

The biggest weight in Lu Weiliang's heart finally lifted.

How to describe her feelings at this moment? Perhaps she wanted to become a malu (a mythical creature) and swing around three times in the rainforest.

After reading the message, she immediately took a screenshot, saved it, and sent it to Sha Ling, then sent it to Yan Mu.

At that time, Yan Mu's divorce notice also arrived, but he hadn't read it yet.

Because he has completely gone mad.

Since being judged by a psychologist, he has locked himself in his room for three days without going out. He doesn't comb his hair or wash his face, his beard is unkempt, and his signature white hair is messy like a chicken coop, making him look like a homeless person who has been abandoned.

The homeless man slumped dejectedly on the carpet, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the iridescent purple light that had appeared.

At that moment, he seemed to come back to life.

He scrambled over, his fingertips trembling as he clicked the button.

When that screenshot of the divorce popped up, my heart skipped a beat.

Yan Mu was unwilling to accept it, and frantically opened the notice board of the civil affairs department. Only when he saw the steel seal on the bottom of the document did he believe it was real.

He lay on the ground, the last glimmer of light in his pupils extinguished.

After a long while, he suddenly chuckled and took a big gulp of wine with a self-deprecating laugh: "Two letters of divorce, huh, afraid of not getting a clean divorce?" He then took another big gulp, the deep red wine running down his chin and slowly soaking his collarbone.

He muttered to himself, "This wine is good, one part spicy, nine parts bitter."

Outside the door, a servant delivering food was stopped by the butler's arm.

"Don't go! They're divorced, they'll eat you alive!"

The servants heeded the advice and withdrew, and the steward also tactfully left, sending his wife a loving message.

The room was dimly lit, and Yan Mu lay slumped there listlessly.

His past acts of violence, Lu Weiliang's gentleness during his treatment, the psychologist's cold advice, and the suffocating feeling of repeated panic attacks all churned in his mind.

As the sun sets and the last rays of light are about to fade away...

He finally mustered his last bit of strength and, with trembling hands, turned on his personal terminal.

My fingertip hovered over the send button for a long time.

[It's a bit chilly, Lu Weiliang. Could we meet tonight?]

This attitude was completely different from before; it was extremely pleading.

On the fourth floor of her dormitory, Lu Weiliang put down the light blue dress she had just chosen, opened her personal terminal, and casually replied: [I have a social engagement tonight, next time for sure.]

Thinking of her previous agreement with Yan Mu, she guessed that he probably wanted to ask about the treatment, and added another question.

Don't worry, even if the deal falls through, we can still be on good terms. Even if it's over, I'll still help treat your eyes, but you'll have to pay.

The screen slowly dimmed.

That bitter feeling surged wildly in Yan Mu's chest, and the painful emotions slowly turned into intense resentment that he could not let go of.

A bold and crazy idea quickly took shape in his mind, and he immediately summoned the butler into the room.

Yan Mu sat down by the coffee table: "Check the guest list for White Horse Manor tonight, I need it now."

The butler had been with Yan Mu for over a decade, and to be honest, he knew exactly what kind of shit Yan Mu would produce.

He spoke confidently: "Young Master, Lu Xiangdao is on Xizelu's travel list."

Yan Mu: "An invitation..."

"Yes, our group also sent an invitation. You were in seclusion at the time, and I accepted it for you." He emphasized the word "seclusion."

"besides……"

The butler naturally chimed in, "Shenyu will also be there."

……

It's a bit chilly, so wear this black dress; it looks even prettier on you.

Sha Ling, holding her perfectly pressed dress without a single wrinkle, slowly approached Lu Weiliang.

As for why he suggested she wear this outfit, it was out of jealousy. His own status was awkward, and he had no chance to attend court banquets. So, with his own little schemes, he could only suggest that his wife dress a little more conservatively.

Lu Weiliang understood these subtle, hidden thoughts all too well.

She was willing to indulge this jealous little man's small requests.

Lu Weiliang smiled faintly, took the dress, and went into the bedroom.

After changing, I came out and saw three floor-standing coat racks in the living room, filled with high-end formal wear.

Yan Zhigao emerged from behind the clothes rack.

"Director Lu, our master has something urgent to attend to, and he instructed me to bring these formal dresses over, and..." He clapped his hands, and four or five young sentries suddenly appeared behind him.

"And these makeup and styling assistants will help you outshine everyone today."

Lu Weiliang glanced at it briefly.

Wow, that's awesome!

This is utterly inhumane!

They're all top luxury brands, and he gave her several million dollars worth of them?

"Thank you." Her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled. "These are too expensive. I'll just wear this dress. Please thank your family for the rest. As for the makeup, I'll leave that to you."

Sha Ling stood behind, her smile widening.

Yan Zhigao picked up a dark green jewel-encrusted dress and said regretfully, "Director Lu, are you really not going to look at some other dresses?"

Lu Weiliang shook her head.

Yan Zhigao said with a regretful look, "Alright then, I hope to see you wear it in the future." He looked at the little sentries and said, "Could you please do Director Lu's makeup? As usual, a good job will get you a red envelope."

The sentries were eager to try: "Yes, sir!"

Half an hour later, the makeup was finished.

Lu Weiliang already had fair skin, so the sentries hardly had to put in any effort; they only applied a little makeup, which made her features look even more beautiful.

The aircraft landed smoothly on the fourth-floor balcony. Sha Ling lifted Lu Weiliang's skirt and saw her up. As they parted, she clutched Lu Weiliang's sleeve and gestured with a pitiful expression: "Weiliang, I'll wait for you to come home."

Her posture resembled that of a pitiful woman worried about her husband frequenting brothels.

Lu Weiliang chuckled and patted his palm: "Sweetie, I promise you, I'll come back as soon as it's over."

Seeing Sha Ling's reluctance to part, Yan Zhigao's eyes flashed: "Let's go!"

……

White Horse Estate, located in the hills behind the palace, was the royal venue for ceremonies and banquets.

Lu Weiliang had never been to such a high-end occasion before, so she brushed up on some etiquette on the plane.

She looked up out the window and saw that the dazzling array of aircraft was forming a galaxy, flying in the same direction.

Yan Zhigao carefully explained, "Director Lu, these people are all here to attend the banquet. More than 70% of the empire's prominent figures are here tonight. Please don't be nervous. Just eat and drink well, and leave the rest to us, sir."

Suddenly, a golden-patterned aircraft approached and honked its horn.

Yan Zhigao: "Director Lu, this looks like a priest's flying machine."