Dr. Shen, I’ve Signed the Divorce Papers

The day Su Wan married Shen Yizhou, the youngest chief neurosurgeon in Jiangming, he called another woman’s name on their wedding bed. After a year of marriage, everyone said this ordinary woman with a sick mother was a stain on his life. The day she learned she was infertile, she sent a text: Let’s get divorced.

She signed the papers, packed up, and left, brisk and decisive. At the time, Shen Yizhou was flying halfway around the world to pick up his beloved first love.

No one knew that this “maid-like wife,” looked down on by the whole city, was a hidden research genius in the field of brain-computer interfaces. No one knew that her text wasn’t a fit of pique, but the long-planned escape she’d been waiting for.

When Su Wan returned with results that astonished the entire industry, a gentle and refined company president stood by her side. Only then did Shen Yizhou panic. “Su Wan, do you know how many years I’ve been in love with you?”

She smiled. “Dr. Shen, I sent you the divorce text ages ago. Please check your messages.”