Shen Qingyi wore a neatly tailored black windbreaker and stepped out of the car on high heels, her hair not messed up. She looked at the time on her phone and saw that there were still five minutes until the appointed time.
Her husband, Lu Tingxuan, the second son of the Lu family in Beijing, was leaning against the luxury car and smoking, with a few cigarette butts scattered at his feet. Seeing Shen Qingyi, he put out his cigarette butt. There was no guilt in his eyes, only impatience and a sense of relief.
"Here we come." Lu Tingxuan's tone was calm, as if he was discussing a business deal. "I asked the legal department to read the agreement. It's very fair. If you want anything else, you can ask for it."
Shen Qingyi didn't look at him, her eyes fell on a low-key black car not far away. The car window was half-open, revealing the delicate but pretendingly calm face of Lu Tingxuan's "confidante" Lin Wanqing.
She looked away, her red lips slightly raised, but the smile did not reach her eyes: "Fair? Lu Tingxuan, my marriage, Shen Qingyi, never needs to be defined by 'fairness'. I just need to be happy."
