When Ji Qingyu handed over the divorce papers, Shen Yufeng was busy soothing his fifty-second mistress over the phone.
“Shen Yufeng, let’s get divorced.”
“Sign them, wait a month, and once the mandatory cooling-off period is over, we’ll go our separate ways and have nothing more to do with each other.”
He gave a distracted “Mm,” took the papers, flipped straight to the last page without even looking at them, and casually signed his name.
After signing, he stood up and grabbed his coat, still murmuring soothing words to the young woman.
“Okay, okay. I’ll come keep you company right now, all right?”
After hanging up, Shen Yufeng had already reached the door when something suddenly occurred to him. He turned back to Ji Qingyu. “By the way, A-Yu, what was that you just asked me to sign?”
