Mr. Chu, Stop Torturing Her! Your Wife Packed Up and Ran Off in the Middle of the Night

Three years ago, when Chu Yuheng pursued me, he said, “Lingshu, you're the one I most want to hold in the palm of my hand.” Three years later, he gave all his tenderness to her: cooking for her, wiping her mouth, drying her hair, rocking her to sleep, and spending New Year's Eve with her... When I was stranded in a downpour, he said he was busy. When I was in pain during my period, he said I was being dramatic. He felt sorry for Chu Yiyi for ages after she broke a plate, but when I said I wanted a divorce, all he replied was, “Do whatever you want.”

Then one day, she pointed at me and said, “Believe me, I'll make him divorce you.” I smiled, opened my phone, and replied to my advisor: “Professor, I've decided to go to Germany for further studies.” Chu Yuheng still didn't know that this time, it wasn't a cold war. It was goodbye.