For three years of marriage, Wen Qi waited for Su Jin to return from abroad.
But Su Jin had eyes only for another woman. Watching him care for the woman before her with such tenderness, Wen Qi suddenly understood: in all these years she had spent alone back home, she had received fewer calls from Su Jin than the number of words he said to this woman.
If all three of them were going to suffer, she might as well let them find happiness. At last, Wen Qi decided to end their cold marriage.
After the divorce, Wen Qi faced her seriously ill father and gritted her teeth as she worked to pay for his treatment.
Her good-for-nothing younger brother asked her for money at every turn, so she landed a couple of hard punches and made him face reality.
“If you want money, earn it yourself. You’re an adult, yet all day long you’re eyeing other people’s pockets. What kind of man does that make you?”
Sitting in his limited-edition car, Su Jin watched Wen Qi, exhausted in body and mind, deal with her family’s endless troubles. He smiled, waiting for her to regret leaving him. But after a year, Wen Qi hadn’t come back.
After two years, Wen Qi still paid him no mind.
After three years, Wen Qi still had no regrets about divorcing him.
Su Jin finally couldn’t sit still. He cornered her and pulled her into his arms, his eyes stinging. “Wen Qi, what are you trying to do? You dress up to the nines every day and flirt with those men. Have you ever thought about how I feel?”
“We’re divorced. What do your feelings have to do with me? Now, the only feelings I care about are my own.”
“Divorce? Not a chance. Just remarry me, and I’ll agree to anything.”
“Mr. Su, who would I be today without you? Remarry you? Never!”