“Then let’s get divorced.”
In a 1970s county hospital ward, Ruan Qiaoqiao, her face pale with illness, calmly looked at the man by the bedside.
This man claimed to be her husband, but unfortunately, she didn’t recognize him—because she had no memory of him at all.
After waking from a coma, she had lost three years of memories, including this so-called marriage.
“Ruan Qiaoqiao, what are you trying to pull this time? Yesterday you dragged Xiaoya into jumping into the lake. If she hadn’t been rescued in time, she would’ve been killed by you. Do you know what consequences you’ll face?”
Even though Ruan Qiaoqiao had lost her memories of these years of marriage, she knew herself well—she would never harm anyone, let alone attempt suicide. Something was wrong here. But without memories or evidence, she couldn’t argue much.
Her expression remained calm. “About what you’re saying, I don’t remember any of it. If you have evidence, report me to the police. If not, I won’t accept false accusations.”
Su Mai frowned slightly. “Do you think pretending to have amnesia will erase everything you’ve done over these years?”
Ruan Qiaoqiao said impatiently, “Are you done? If you are, let’s go to the commune and get divorced. I’ll grant you what you want.”
Su Mai stood still, his gaze deepening as he heard her once again mention divorce so casually.
In their three years of marriage, Su Mai had grown cold toward Ruan Qiaoqiao. He had proposed divorce many times before, but she had refused every time. And now…
“Ruan Qiaoqiao, this time you’re the one asking for a divorce. I couldn’t be happier.”
Ruan Qiaoqiao nodded, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and said calmly, “Same here. I couldn’t be happier. Su… what was your name again? Let’s go, get divorced.”
Su Mai’s heart sank. Seeing her so eager, completely different from yesterday, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was really pretending.
“Don’t regret it.”
Ruan Qiaoqiao waved her hand. “Don’t worry. I don’t even remember who you are. To me, you’re just a stranger. What’s there to regret about separating from a stranger?”
Perhaps she had once loved this man deeply during those lost three years, but… if she had forgotten, then she had forgotten. For her, it was also a new beginning.
Su Mai looked at her clear, bright eyes and felt momentarily dazed. When was the last time he had seen her like this?
Over the past two years, she had become hysterical and unreasonable, like a shrew, long stripped of her former innocence and kindness. Since she was willing to let go this time, it was better for both of them.
Because both sides agreed, the divorce was processed quickly.
In less than half an hour, they walked out of the commune gate filled with propaganda slogans, each holding a divorce certificate.
Only then did Ruan Qiaoqiao seriously look at Su Mai. She had to admit, he had a face that matched the era’s standards perfectly—fair skin, glasses, and a sharply defined jawline, giving him a calm, mature aura.
Good background, good job. If treated properly, he would have been quite a catch for someone of her background.
It’s just a pity…
Su Mai glanced at her coldly. “I’ll pack your things at home and send them back.”
“Do as you like. Goodbye.”
Without another word, Ruan Qiaoqiao turned and left.
Seeing her calm and detached demeanor—so different from her past hysterical self—Su Mai felt an inexplicable emptiness.
But he quickly suppressed it. He had once saved her life, and over these three years, he had never touched her. He owed her nothing.
He turned and left, only hoping she would not regret it or disturb his life again.
Not long after walking away, Ruan Qiaoqiao suddenly stopped.
Where should she go now?
As she stood in a daze, someone stepped in front of her.
Looking up, she met the faces of her stepfather Liu Laosi and her stepsister Liu Juxiang.
She froze. Why were they here?
Because of her striking looks, Ruan Qiaoqiao had always been known as the most beautiful girl in the area, which made Liu Juxiang’s ordinary appearance look even worse in comparison. Liu Juxiang had never treated her kindly.
But now, Liu Juxiang actually smiled.
“I just saw in the commune that you got divorced. Perfect timing. You can marry someone in my place.”
Ruan Qiaoqiao frowned in disgust, but Liu Juxiang continued faster, “Don’t be ungrateful. The man from the neighboring village, Fu Wenzhou, is famous for being the most handsome man around here…”
Before she finished speaking, Ruan Qiaoqiao’s mind went blank.
“Who did you say?”
“You’re deaf?”
Of course she wasn’t deaf.
Although she had lost three years of memory due to the accident, she had also experienced a long dream during her coma, gaining the ability to foresee the future—and that dream involved Fu Wenzhou.
She steadied herself. “What does the Liu family have to do with Fu Wenzhou?”
Liu Laosi frowned. “None of your business. You just do as you’re told. You’re divorced now, so you’re still a Liu family daughter. Who you marry is up to me as your father!”
Ruan Qiaoqiao clenched her fists slightly, then nodded. “Fine. I’ll marry Fu Wenzhou.”
Liu Laosi was surprised by how easily she agreed. But that was even better—it saved them trouble.
“Good that you know your place. Come back to the commune with me. I’ll get the marriage certificate issued and send you off.”
Ruan Qiaoqiao followed them back to the commune.
Divorced in the morning, remarried in the afternoon—she herself found it absurd. But she had no time to think.
Fu Wenzhou… she had to marry him.