As soon as Song Zhihuan got out of the detention center and returned home, the first thing she did was hand He Yanzhou the divorce agreement.
"He Yanzhou, we're getting divorced."
"The baby is gone, so we have no custody dispute. The lawyers can handle the division of our assets. I haven't asked for a penny more than my share. Once you sign, and the divorce waiting period is over, we'll have nothing to do with each other."
Song Zhihuan's eyes were dim. Her voice was numb and calm.
As soon as she finished speaking, He Yanzhou didn't even answer. He merely glanced at the agreement from the corner of his eye, then swept up a pen and signed his name.
As he signed, he didn't forget to gently comfort Yu Lian.
"Does your stomach still hurt? Wait there. I'll come down and get you right away."
"All right, all right. Don't hang up. I'll stay with you."
After signing, he hurriedly grabbed his trench coat. Only as he was leaving did he remember something and spare Song Zhihuan a rare glance.
"You just got out of the detention center. Go wash off that bad luck."
"From now on, put the work contracts straight in the study. Don't bring them to me one by one to sign. It's a hassle. And Xiaolian is back. She's staying at our place again. I won't allow anything like poisoning to happen another time."
"Do you understand?"
Even after he left, Song Zhihuan kept her eyes on the divorce agreement.
She was stunned, and found it a little ironic.
After five years of marriage, as it ended, He Yanzhou didn't even know. He was still warning her not to hurt another woman.
But there was no point dwelling on it. The ending wouldn't change anyway.
He didn't care, either.
