Su Nanqing furrowed her brows, thinking how unlucky she was to run into Gu Yushen right after returning.
She had to come back on the tenth of this month to handle some matters.
Su Nanqing’s cool and distant gaze fell upon Gu Yushen as he approached her. His tall frame stood straight, exuding an innate nobility amidst his handsome features. No matter which lifetime it was, he always made her feel unattainable.
Su Nanqing’s icy eyes swept over him briefly. Why was this scumbag not by Song Jiaqi’s side but here instead?
Gu Yushen observed the completely transformed Su Nanqing before him—she had changed.
For the past three months, he couldn’t find any information about her.
Only after she left home did he realize how empty the house felt without her.
“Speak, where have you been?” Her distant and unfamiliar expression made him anxious.
He had just returned from a business trip and spotted someone with a silhouette similar to hers at the exit. As he drew closer, he confirmed it was really her.
She seemed even thinner now, her figure more refined.
Su Nanqing’s gaze remained cold as her red lips parted: “President Gu, we’re divorced. Where I go is none of your business.”
“Su Nanqing, let me remind you—we haven’t completed the final procedure yet. You’re still my wife.”
Her indifferent expression irritated him immensely.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Su Nanqing smirked maliciously. “Weren’t you constantly fawning over Song Jiaqi? I’ve already signed the papers, yet you haven’t processed them. Gu Yushen, you scumbag, how do you justify all the times Song Jiaqi schemed against me?”
“You… Last time was Jiaqi’s fault. She said she would apologize to you personally. Don’t make things too difficult for her.”
Su Nanqing knew he would defend Song Jiaqi, but she never expected it would be to this extent.
“She orchestrated everything herself, then framed me. You knocked me out on the spot, made me sign the divorce agreement, forced me to sign the Severance Agreement, and now she just needs to casually say ‘sorry’ to make it all go away? And you want me not to make things difficult for her?”
“Gu Yushen, you damned dog, stay away from me. Your breath stinks.”
“Don’t appear in front of me again—you’ll ruin my chances with younger men.”
Gu Yushen: “Su Nanqing, you…”
“Young Miss.” Qingyue, wearing sunglasses not far away, called out respectfully.
“Hmm.” Su Nanqing nodded faintly.
Qingyue walked over coolly, took the luggage from Su Nanqing’s hands, placed it in the trunk, then respectfully opened the car door for her.
Su Nanqing got into the car without so much as a glance at Gu Yushen.
Gu Yushen stared in astonishment at the scene. Su Nanqing had grown up in a small town—how could she possibly deserve to ride in such a luxury car?
It suddenly dawned on him how little he knew about the woman he had married two years ago.
Su Nanqing had always been obedient and understanding, loving him as if her life depended on it.
During the two years he was ill, she took care of him meticulously, never complaining of fatigue.
When he lost his eyesight, she would accompany him daily to listen to the news, reading him the latest financial reports so he could stay updated on the ever-changing business world.
To treat his eyes, she studied Acupuncture and nursing.
The only reason he defended Song Jiaqi was because she had saved his life.
Never mind—Su Nanqing was back now. She would return on her own. After Jiaqi came back, she had thrown tantrums a few times, but she always gave in first.
This time, he had truly wronged her. Once she came to her senses, she would come back.
Every time the two of them argued, it was always Su Nanqing who apologized first.
Gu Yushen arrogantly believed that this time Su Nanqing would also back down—she wouldn’t dare to get a divorce.
But this time, he was wrong. Another half-month passed, and Su Nanqing still hadn’t returned to admit her mistake. Gu Yushen couldn’t sit still any longer.
He had his assistant investigate Su Nanqing’s whereabouts.
Lanqin Hotel in Dijing!
In the back garden.
Su Nanqing was elegantly reclining on a lounge chair, enjoying life.
Having been back for half a month, she had thoroughly grasped the situation in Dijing.
The incident that happened at the Song Family that day hadn’t been reported. With Gu Yushen’s protection, no media outlet dared to publish anything about Song Jiaqi.
But it didn’t matter. Because of this incident, Song Jiaqi had become even bolder, and she, without lifting a finger, could sit back and watch the drama unfold.
Before that, she intended to reclaim everything she had given to the Song Family and the Gu Family.
Her nails were adorned with a nude water crystal manicure, dazzling under the sunlight. With her plump fingertips gently gliding across the screen, she made a call.
“Qingyue, cut off all collaborations with the Song Family and the Gu Family.”