The cold air was like countless tiny needles, piercing every inch of Suli's skin.
The top floor of Fu Group, the president's office.
There is always a constant temperature here, twenty-four degrees. It is neither hot in summer nor cold in winter. It is as accurate as its owner Fu Siyan - a man who has no unnecessary emotions and always follows class B step by step.
Su Li sat on the expensive Italian leather sofa, her back straight. In front of her was a spotless ebony coffee table. On the coffee table, a document lay quietly.
"Divorce Agreement".
Five bold black characters in Song font, like five mountains, pressed over silently.
She even smelled the unique, cold fragrance of ink emanating from the pages. That is Fu Siyan's favorite brand of paper. It is said that it is custom-made from Germany. Every piece of paper is crisp and smooth, with no wrinkles allowed, just like his life.
Three years.
For three years, she was like a bird locked in a golden cage, trying with all her strength to flutter out some waves and win back his lowered eyes for even a moment. She learned to wash his hands and make soup for him, but he found out that the smell of oil fumes had contaminated his custom-made suit; she dressed herself up and showed up downstairs at his company, but he just asked the driver to hand her a black card and told her not to lose his people; she made porridge clumsily when he had a stomachache, but he poured it into the trash can without even looking at it.
