"Shen Qingyi, you will regret it."
Gu Beichen threw the divorce agreement on the table and signed it with a sly handwriting. Just like him, he always felt that the whole world owed him.
I didn't say anything, picked up the pen, and signed my name on the other side.
The staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau looked at the two of us and probably felt that there was something wrong with our aura, but they didn't ask any more questions and stamped it neatly. Two divorce certificates were handed over, the red one was replaced by the green one, and the three-year marriage was over.
When I walked out of the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the sun hurt my eyes.
Gu Beichen's Maybach was parked on the side of the road, and the driver trotted over to open the door. He stood in front of the car door and looked back at me, with that sneer on his lips that I was all too familiar with.
That was the expression he usually used when talking about business, showing that he was confident of victory and condescending.
"Don't think that you can do anything if you get divorced." He adjusted his cuffs, and the Patek Philippe shone dazzlingly in the sun. "You have stayed at home for three years without even having a real job. This house is yours, and it will be enough for you to live for a few years, but that's it."
After he finished speaking, he bent down and got into the car.
