The sealed document pouch was placed in front of Tan Siye.
Song Ting’an picked up a gun as well.
“When Zhizhi agreed to marry you, I wasn’t in Beicheng. I never expected the two of you to register your marriage that very day.”
Back in university, he had been one of the athletic standouts and had practiced shooting before. His skills were decent. Shot after shot landed in the nine ring, and today he was particularly lucky, even scoring a ten.
“I don’t think you like her, and she doesn’t love you either. Most importantly…”
“Zhizhi may be twenty years old, but she’s still basically a child. She’s clingy and needs someone to take care of her. She can’t manage well on her own, and you’re too busy with work.”
He shook his head lightly.
“You’re not suitable for each other.”
Song Ting’an continued, “I suggest that while you’re back this time, you sign the divorce agreement directly. Next month, you can come back and finalize the divorce certificate.”
Tan Siye’s bullet landed steadily on the target.
“Is that what she wants?”
“Her?” Song Ting’an laughed. “Other than saying ‘mm’, ‘ah’, and ‘oh’, what else can she even say?”
Tan Siye replied, “Then it’s your opinion.”
Their bullets struck the target one after another, alternating between eight and nine rings.
“Marriage is a matter between two people. Divorce is even more a matter between husband and wife. What you’re saying has no legal effect. Otherwise, have a lawyer speak to me.”
Song Ting’an frowned.
“We’re old friends. There’s no need to take it that far.”
Tan Siye frowned as well.
“What kind of friend hands me divorce papers without going through my wife first?”
Song Ting’an fell silent.
After a pause, he finally said, “We won’t take any of your assets. I’ll bring her to America.”
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Tan Siye’s gunfire thundered through the range.
Song Ting’an looked at their final scores.
Surprisingly…
They were almost identical.
It seemed that despite his busy workload, Tan Siye had never neglected training.
Song Ting’an handed over another document.
Separation Agreement:
“If a couple lives separately for two years, the court can grant a divorce.”
Turning around, he added, “I believe Chief Judge Tan understands the law better than I do.”
The only response he received was: Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ten shots. Ten perfect tens.
Song Ting’an frowned.
A moment ago, Tan Siye had only been shooting eights and nines. Why had he suddenly scored ten consecutive bullseyes after he left?
A sudden realization struck him.
The reason their scores had been neck and neck earlier was simply because of Tan Siye’s upbringing and composure. He had not wanted Song Ting’an to lose too badly.
Only now was he showing his true level.
Song Ting’an did not dare think further.
He left quickly.
“You,” the Minister of Justice said with a smile as he walked down, “your self-control and depth are almost fully cultivated now.”
Patting Tan Siye on the shoulder, he added,
“It’s lunchtime. My wife made dumplings. Come join us.”
“No.”
Tan Siye set down his gun and removed his gear.
“I have other things to do.”
“You brat, your teacher’s wife misses you terribly. She specially made shrimp and pork dumplings for you. I rarely get to eat them. What could possibly be more important than that?”
Tan Siye answered calmly.
“I’m accompanying my wife to get her nails done.”
“…What?”
The Minister of Justice froze.
But Tan Siye had already disappeared like a gust of wind.
Song Shuangzhi was eating lunch in the cafeteria with several coworkers.
She ate slowly because of her weak stomach, chewing carefully while Qin Chao chatted endlessly about everything under the sun.
As she picked through her food with a slight frown, Tan Siye made a new discovery.
So she didn’t actually like sweet and sour chicken legs.
His observations had been wrong.
All those instant sweet and sour chicken meals he had purchased had ended up benefiting Qin Chao instead.
From 11:50 to 12:40.
Tan Siye concluded that she was basically a human juicer.
Her mouth moved lazily the entire time, but in reality she had barely eaten anything.
He updated his notes.
Dislikes:
His notebook was now divided into three major categories:
Things She Likes
Things She Dislikes
Things Forbidden to Her
He turned another page and wrote a new heading:
Things She Allows
A vivid image flashed through his mind.
Allows touching.
Allows… kissing her fingertips…
That day when Liang Chuchu had barged in, he had pretended to kiss her lips.
She had seemed…
Not opposed to kissing.
A thin layer of sweat formed in the man’s palm.
“Hello, Chief Judge Tan.”
Song Shuangzhi nodded politely.
“You’re here for lunch too? I wish you a good appetite. Bye bye~”
“Wait.”
He grabbed this human-shaped customer service robot running on a fixed script.
“Weren’t you going to get your nails done?”
“Huh?”
The system reminded her:【Your mission.】
“Oh.”
【Zhibao, does talking to the male lead make you feel good?】
“Huh?”
【All those ‘mm’s and ‘ah’s. Aren’t those the sounds people make during sex?】
“Get lost!”
Song Shuangzhi had only wanted the simplest possible single-color manicure.
In her memory, getting your nails done just meant applying a coat of polish.
Then…
The system pulled up a design.
Super long extensions.
Feathers, mirrors, skulls, roses, wings, hand-painted window patterns, crosses, rhinestones, metallic threads, all handcrafted.
The starting price was eight thousand yuan, potentially exceeding ten thousand depending on the final design.
The nail technician immediately called over a coworker.
“Prepare for a serious endurance challenge. Minimum ten hours.”
“Ten hours?”
Song Shuangzhi was stunned.
Where was Tan Siye supposed to find ten hours to accompany her through something this boring?
“You are…?”
The technician looked at Tan Siye and immediately assumed he was a successful businessman.
“Her brother? Here’s what we’ll do. Come back every four hours to bring her some food. Or send an assistant. This is a huge project. No man can sit through the whole thing.”
Song Shuangzhi shot the system a glare.
First, she did not even like those extravagant nails. With extensions that long, how was she supposed to wipe herself after using the bathroom?
Second, Tan Siye was genuinely busy. The work he did actually mattered. There was no reason for him to waste time like this.
【But you’re supposed to be the shallow, brainless, clingy female supporting character. If he leaves, you’re supposed to cry and make a scene!】
“I would never cry!”
Tan Siye looked at her.
“I’ll go back to the office and handle a few things, then I’ll return quickly. Is that okay?”
“You really don’t have to stay with me.”
Song Shuangzhi tilted her head up.
“I’m perfectly fine here by myself. If I get hungry, I’ll order takeout. If I get thirsty, I’ll buy milk tea…”
As she spoke…
Tears suddenly began falling.
Crystal clear droplets gathered in her eyes, dampened her lashes, and slid down the bridge of her nose.
Plop! One landed directly in his palm.
The two nail technicians were completely stunned.
She was speaking in that perfectly normal, robotic customer-service tone, looking at the tall man in front of her, yet tears kept falling uncontrollably.
Song Shuangzhi: …
This was slander!
She genuinely was not crying!
The system rubbed its little hands together excitedly.
【Didn’t I tell you I evolved a little?】
Tan Siye rubbed the warm tear between his fingers.
Then he calmly sat down beside her.
Although he said nothing, even the two nail technicians could tell what his entire body language was screaming:
【Stay! I’d stay for ten days if necessary.】
He opened the notes app on his phone and added another entry:
Things She Likes: