"Shen Qingyuan."
Erbao pronounced the name clearly, word for word.
My whole body froze in place as if struck by lightning.
I haven't heard those two words in five years. After the divorce, I changed the name on my ID card, and now my passport says "Su Wan". Shen Qingyuan was already dead from the moment I signed the divorce agreement.
But why does this name appear on the damn new contract line above Gu Jingchen's head?
"Mom, that golden thread is so special," Dabao seemed to be immersed in his own observation, "It is many times brighter than the red rope, and the light extends to... Extends to..."
She suddenly closed her mouth and turned pale.
"What's wrong?"
"It extends to you, mom."
A chill ran down my back.
"Mom, let's go quickly." Erbao tugged my hand, and his voice had a rare hint of urgency, "The man looked over, the line above his head was glowing, and there was a countdown... There was no countdown."
"What do you mean?"
"The golden thread is not a contract," Erbao pursed his lips, his expression too serious to be that of a four-year-old child. "It doesn't need a countdown because it has never expired."
My mind went blank.
——
Memories from five years ago came flooding back.
It was a rainy night. I was five months pregnant, standing in the study room of the Gu family villa with my belly full, watching Gu Jingchen throw a divorce agreement in front of me.
"Sign it." His voice was as cold as ice.
"Why?" I clutched my hand tightly, my nails digging into my flesh, "Because I'm not her?"
