The night her father became critically ill, Shen Qingli's life was put on pause.
She stood in front of the hospital payment window. What she was waiting for was not life-saving money, but a divorce agreement handed over by Lu Yanzhou.
After three years of hidden marriage, she always thought that as long as she was gentle and sensible enough, she could always warm his heart.
But he only said coldly:
"Fifty thousand is enough for you to leave with dignity."
Bai Yueguang and Lin Wan stood behind him, gentle and innocent.
At that moment, Shen Qingli finally understood that in Lu Yanzhou's eyes, her three years of forbearance and love were nothing more than a trouble that could be easily bought off.
She signed and left, cutting off the last bit of delusion with her own hands.
But Lu Yanzhou didn't know that when he bought out the marriage with 50,000 yuan, he also personally pushed away the Lu family's last chance of survival.
The old case information left by my father was opened bit by bit.
A lost jade pendant, a patent document that had been dusted for many years, and a recording of his mother's death completely revealed the secrets that the Lu family had hidden for five years.
Later, the Lu family was in turmoil.
He finally knew that what he handed over back then was not the divorce agreement, but the final stab to push her into the abyss.
Lu Yanzhou knelt in front of her with red eyes, begging her to look at him again.
Shen Qingli only took a step back calmly.
"Mr. Lu, stop kneeling."
"It's too late, I don't want you anymore."
