On the Day We Divorced, My Ex-Wife Transferred 5 Million to Me: This Is Your Pay for Ten Years of Washing Dishes

Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, Lin Qingxuan flung our divorce certificate at me. The red booklet looked like blood. "Chen Mo, we're even now." She pulled a bank card from her Hermes bag and tossed it at my feet. "There's five million in here." She lit a long, slender cigarette, smoke curling around her expressionless face. "You washed dishes for my family for ten years and scrubbed toilets for ten years. Ten years of your youth. At forty thousand a month, this is the pay you deserve." I said nothing. I bent down and picked up the card. Ten years of marriage, reduced in the end to an employer-employee relationship. I looked at her for a long time, then smiled.