My wife, Gu Xiaorui, saw that her new secretary had posted a depression diagnosis on his social media.
The crude Photoshopping was obvious: he had simply pasted his own name onto it.
My wife, whom I hadn't seen for days, rushed home in less than half an hour.
She fell to her knees in front of me, sobbing:
"Qin Yi is sick. If I don't divorce you, he'll kill himself! Please, let's just get a divorce on paper. Once I've comforted him, we'll remarry, okay? One week, that's all I need!"
I calmly nodded.
She hadn't expected it to go so smoothly.
After promising again and again that she wouldn't leave me feeling neglected for long, she walked out.
She didn't know
there was no future for us.
I had already made a deal with the System.
As soon as we divorced, I would leave this world for good and return to my original one.
