Xu Zhijin wore a skirt on the day of her breast examination and had to take off her top for mammography. Embarrassingly, the doctor standing next to the instrument, holding her chest and helping her position and focus, was her husband who had been divorced for two years.
"You have small breasts and need help." When Ye Lingchuan said this, he buttoned up the top button of his white coat. His eyes behind the rimless glasses were as clean as if he were treating a specimen. His fingers were placed neatly and professionally, but the temperature in his palms made Xu Zhijin's scalp numb.
After finishing the work, he took the initiative to hand over his business card and said in a businesslike tone: "Add a WeChat account to facilitate communication about the condition."
Xu Zhijin added.
The first message sent was to mail the divorce papers.
She thought she could have a clear conscience.
After all, what separated them was not just two years of disconnection, but also the noble status of Ye Lingchuan, the prince of the richest family in Beijing.
He signed for it but didn't reply.
Xu Zhijin goes to work, goes on blind dates, and lives his life as usual.
But Ye Lingchuan began to appear frequently in her life.
She was plagiarized, and he calmly asked Ye's legal department to come forward; when she moved, he showed up downstairs the next day; when she went on a blind date, he blocked her in the hotel garage, with paranoia in his eyes: "Mrs. Ye, you want to cuckold me?"
Xu Zhijin was stunned: "Didn't you receive the divorce information?"
"I got it." Ye Lingchuan looked down at her, his thin lips curled slightly, "But have I returned?"
Only then did Xu Zhijin realize that what she thought was a "graceful ending" was her plan from beginning to end.
He wouldn't sign it, wouldn't let her go, wouldn't let her go. In the name of her husband and as a doctor, she fights every step of the way and fights to the end.
