The Days of Negotiating with My Ex-Husband

When I opened my eyes, Lu Huaizhou was pushing a stack of papers in front of me. The room was quiet, the air conditioner humming softly. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a faint shadow on his profile. He was wearing a tie I'd never seen before—navy blue with fine, subtle patterns. "Wanyi," he began, his voice like jade submerged in ice water, "she's pregnant and needs a proper status. Let's get a divorce." He paused, then added, "Name your terms." I stared at the divorce papers he handed me; the edges were so neat, as if cut with a knife. Then I looked up at him.