Divorce? This Time, It's My Call

Two years ago, the Yao family fell into crisis, and Yao Qing was forced to marry Luo Yunli, a man whose heart belonged entirely to his childhood sweetheart, Shen Man. For two years after the wedding, he kept up his relationship with Shen Man and was openly affectionate with her, turning Yao Qing into the laughingstock of the entire city. The nickname “the patient little turtle” followed her everywhere. Yao Qing never cried or complained. She calmly cleaned up his messes and apologized to the people he had humiliated. Her composure drove Luo Yunli crazy, but he didn’t know that her heart was already dead. On Qixi, after apologizing to Chen Ye on Luo Yunli’s behalf, Yao Qing received a message from her first love: “Qingqing, I’m back.” The next day, she handed him divorce papers. Luo Yunli flew into a rage, smashing everything in the house and roaring with bloodshot eyes, “You don’t get to be the one who asks for a divorce!” The dispute reached both families, with Yao’s father threatening to disown her and the Luo family preparing to punish her according to their rules. But this time, Yao Qing refused to endure it any longer. She had already repaid her family for what she owed them through her marriage two years ago. Now, covered in scars, she only wanted to be herself again. When her flower shop opened, she found a little corner of her own on Longxian Road and learned to breathe again amid the fragrance of flowers. Only after she left did Luo Yunli realize that the breakfasts, the waiting, and the tenderness he’d once taken for granted had never been his due. When Shen Man raised her paddle for him at an auction, pushing the price to an absurd 1.05 billion, he stood amid a carpet of crushed petals and finally understood what he had lost. This is a story of endurance and awakening, betrayal and redemption. When someone decides to live for no one but herself, her brilliance is only beginning to bloom. And the person who came to her through the rain and stayed with her through an IV drip in the middle of the night may be the one fate truly had in mind.