2 – Crying for Two Hours, and Even Saving the Other Person Money
“Y-Young Madam, is… is that you?” Xiao Kai asked weakly, eyeing Luo Xingchen nervously.
“What? You don’t recognize me just because I put on some smoky eye makeup? Assistant Xiao, don’t you say every day that you’d recognize your President Fu even if he were reduced to ashes? I think if that day ever came, your odds of recognizing his ashes wouldn’t be high!” Without waiting for Xiao Kai’s reply, Luo Xingchen strode toward the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Fu Jingxiao, standing nearby, heard Luo Xingchen’s words, and his face turned darker than ever.
Reaching the entrance, Luo Xingchen saw Fu Jingxiao still standing by the car and called out, “Mr. Fu, hurry up and come in—don’t waste your precious time. Oh, right, bastards like you don’t have much of anything except time. But I can’t compare with you. Us ordinary folks are pressed for time!”
With that, without waiting for Fu Jingxiao’s response, she hurried toward the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Fu Jingxiao’s hands clenched into fists. Once this woman dropped her disguise, her face was truly a little too punchable.
With no disputes between the two parties, the divorce certificate was processed quickly!
Less than twenty minutes after going in, Luo Xingchen walked out holding her freshly issued divorce certificate.
“Mr. Fu, thank you for your generosity. From today on, we part ways with no debts between us. From now on, whenever I see you, I’ll do my best to take a detour so I won’t offend your eyes. Bye-bye!” Luo Xingchen waved the divorce certificate in her hand, her smile bright and radiant.
“Generous? Someone who grew up in a well like that nunnery is bound to misunderstand the word. For the sake of our marriage, let me show you what real generosity looks like!” Fu Jingxiao tossed a document into Luo Xingchen’s arms.
Luo Xingchen opened the document, and when she saw the divorce settlement inside, her hands trembled slightly.
The divorce settlement Fu Jingxiao had given her amounted to over ten billion.
So her two-plus hours of fake crying had actually saved him money?
Luo Xingchen gave a faint smile and said, unconcerned, “A gentleman loves money but earns it honorably. I’ll take what’s rightfully mine. What isn’t mine, I don’t covet.”
“And since Mr. Fu was once so generous to his ex-wife, I wish you smooth sailing in life, and that you and the one your heart loves may be together for a hundred years, growing old side by side. Goodbye!”
Seeing Luo Xingchen turn and walk away so carefree and indifferent, Fu Jingxiao, without thinking, reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“Mr. Fu, is there something else?”
Stunned by Luo Xingchen’s question, Fu Jingxiao froze inside. Was he supposed to interrogate her about why she hadn’t asked him for money?
Just as Fu Jingxiao was wondering how to respond, his phone rang.
He took out his phone, and seeing the name on the screen, his gaze hesitated for a moment.
When Luo Xingchen saw the three characters—Qin Mingyue—a fire of rage instantly ignited in her heart.
If Fu Jingxiao had already gotten back in touch with his first love, his white moonlight, why hadn’t he gone to her last night for the antidote?
Sleeping with his ex-wife the night before the divorce, then turning around to run to his white moonlight after it—didn’t he realize how filthy and despicable he was?
“Scumbag, go to hell.” Luo Xingchen threw a fierce punch at Fu Jingxiao’s face, then bolted as soon as she landed the blow.
Fu Jingxiao, who had just answered the phone and hadn’t even had a chance to speak, took a heavy punch to his left cheek. Ignoring the burning pain, he rushed forward and seized Luo Xingchen’s wrist.
“Who gave you the nerve to hit me?” Fu Jingxiao gripped Luo Xingchen’s chin, an asura-like killing intent radiating from his entire body.
Luo Xingchen felt as if her chin was about to be crushed to pieces, leaving her unable to utter a single word. Just as she decided to stop hiding her strength and fight back because she was suffocating, an anxious, furious voice rang out.
“Let go of my woman!”
Luo Xingchen turned her head and saw a line of sleek black motorcycles roaring toward them.
The man leading the pack, wearing a green helmet and a green suit, dismounted and ran toward Luo Xingchen while pulling off his helmet.
When Luo Xingchen saw the man’s ridiculously handsome face, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly!
“What did you say?” Fu Jingxiao sized up the green-clad man running toward them, his handsome face frosty.
“My woman—as the name implies, I’m her man.” With that, the green-clad man reached out and yanked hard on Luo Xingchen.
“Let go!” Luo Xingchen felt as if she were being torn in two, her voice pained.
“Did you hear that? My Chenbao told you to let go!” The green-clad man glared at Fu Jingxiao, shouting angrily.
“She’s telling you, you freak, to let go. You think wearing ten-centimeter hidden lifts can hide your stubby little legs under one meter seventy, or your freakish nature?” Fu Jingxiao wrapped an arm around Luo Xingchen’s shoulders, his gaze dripping with contempt and venom.
Though this green-clad man was ridiculously good-looking, seeing him dwarfed by his own 188-centimeter height, Fu Jingxiao didn’t take him seriously at all.
“You’re overthinking it—I’m telling you to let go!” Luo Xingchen said, quickly slipping out of Fu Jingxiao’s embrace and pulling the green-clad man aside.
“Weren’t we supposed to meet at the racetrack? Why did you bring all these people here?” Luo Xingchen looked at the dozen or so arrogant black motorcycles lined up by the roadside and asked quietly, exasperated.
“Darling, all these years, because you had to fulfill your mother’s dying wish, I could only watch helplessly as you suffered endless grievances beside a man you didn’t love. Now that you’ve divorced that scumbag, I’ll never let you suffer the slightest grievance again. Let’s go home.” With that, the man wrapped an arm around Luo Xingchen’s waist and walked toward the motorcycles.
“You two were already together?” Fu Jingxiao walked over and gripped the shoulder of the man who was starting his engine, his eyes so cold they could have frozen the green-clad man solid.
“We were childhood sweethearts to begin with. When Xingchen turned eighteen, she became my woman. If your grandfather hadn’t suddenly barged in out of nowhere, my child with Xingchen would already be running errands by now.” The green-clad man said this provocatively, then threw a handful of white powder at Fu Jingxiao.
Seeing this, Fu Jingxiao immediately darted backward with swift steps.
“Hahaha, coward! One handful of flour and you ran away scared. Fu Jingxiao, do you know why I’m wearing green clothes and a green helmet to pick up my little Chenchen?” The green-clad man rode a few meters away, looking at Fu Jingxiao with a face full of provocation.
Fu Jingxiao stared coldly at the green-clad man without replying. He didn’t need to think to know nothing good would come out of that man’s mouth.
“I’m telling you that you—the mighty CEO of Fu Corporation, the most distinguished man in Ningcheng, the catch every woman dreams of marrying—have been cuckolded by me!”
“Do you know how sweet my Chenchen’s little mouth is, how soft her little waist is, how her legs are—”
Seeing the man behind her getting more and more outrageous, Luo Xingchen, unable to bear listening any longer, roared off on her motorcycle, leaving everyone in her dust.
“Little Chenchen, slow down! You’re going to shake my family jewels off—”
Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Fu Jingxiao’s face was so dark it could drip ice.
Thinking of Luo Xingchen taking three billion from him and going off to live it up with that man who was as pretty as a cross-dresser, Fu Jingxiao clenched his fists, tightening them again and again!
His nails dug deep into his palms, as if he couldn’t feel the pain at all.
“Look up that man’s information!” Fu Jingxiao commanded coldly.
“Yes, sir!” Xiao Kai answered respectfully, while silently mourning for Fu Jingxiao for three minutes in his heart.
Getting slapped in the face by his ex-wife on the very day of their divorce, together with her childhood sweetheart dressed head to toe in green—what a bitter taste that must have been.
Fu Jingxiao looked down at his phone and saw that the call was still connected. His expression shifted slightly.
“Mingyue, sorry about just now—”
“Useless! How do you even do your job? I’m coming over right now!”
…
The motorcycle convoy came to a stop at the Ningcheng Sports Center.
The man in green removed his green helmet, pulled off the short brown wig, and a head of flowing golden waves cascaded down like a waterfall.
That originally handsome, striking face, framed by the long golden hair, became breathtakingly, soul-stirringly beautiful.
“Little Senior Sister, why on earth did you dress up as a man and say all that nonsense in front of Fu Jingxiao?” Luo Xingchen asked, looking at the men’s wig in Lu Wan’er’s hand with a speechless expression.
“That scumbag wasted two whole years of your precious youth. As your senior sister, isn’t it only right that I say a few words to rile him up and vent on your behalf? What, do you feel sorry for him now?” Lu Wan’er asked, eyeing Luo Xingchen searchingly.
“Of course not. I just wanted to part on good terms—I didn’t want things to turn too ugly after the divorce. After all, he’s ruthless and scheming; provoking him does us no good. Anyway, enough about him. The competition is about to start—let’s hurry in and watch.”
These days were the Xia Nation International Games. Luo Xingchen had arranged with Lu Wan’er days ago to come watch the competition at the Sports Center today.
Luo Xingchen took Lu Wan’er’s hand and headed toward the venue, but Lu Wan’er pulled her in the other direction.
“Little Senior Sister, you’re going the wrong way. That’s the direction of the backstage; the spectator entrance is over here.” Luo Xingchen asked, puzzled.
“Chenbao, I’m not going the wrong way. Master wants you to compete in the figure skating event for the national team today. Master said that as long as you win the championship, she’ll tell you about your mother.” Lu Wan’er said.
“Doesn’t Master dislike me doing anything that puts me in the spotlight and draws attention?” Luo Xingchen asked, confused.
“Evan from D Country is a figure skating prodigy. At every Games, she crushes the athletes from every nation. If she wins the championship again this year, she’ll become the first figure skating Grand Slam winner. Letting an athlete from another country become a Grand Slam winner would be a humiliation for Xia Nation—that’s what the Masters said. Although they’ve been in seclusion for many years and don’t concern themselves with worldly affairs, even those of humble station should not forget to worry for their country. As long as it brings glory to the nation, all other rules can be set aside.”
Hearing Lu Wan’er’s words, a surge of passion ignited in Luo Xingchen’s heart.
As a citizen of Xia Nation, she truly should fight for her country’s honor.
Besides, she really did want to know everything about her mother.
At the age of seven, she had been gathering herbs on the mountain when she fell and injured her head, leaving her with no memory of anything before the age of seven.
Although over these years, with her Masters and senior sisters by her side, she had lived happily.
She still couldn’t help missing her mother and family.
For her country’s glory, and for her mother, she would give the competition everything she had.