She roared, "He Qimo! Do I need it?" He Qimo did not answer, only after a long time, he clenched, his fingertip pulled out a third divorce agreement, "This is the only thing I can give you." Gu Zixuan was in despair, looking at He Qimo mockingly, her cold smile reaching its peak, "The only thing you can give?" "Yes." How He Qimo squeezed out this word from his throat, he didn’t know himself. He only knew that looking at Gu Zixuan’s disappointed eyes, something in his heart felt as if it was being peeled off by a sharp knife piece by piece. Gu Zixuan’s heart too had reached a certain level of pain. She thought that a day of marriage meant a hundred days of kindness, and he wouldn’t want to force her into a dead end. Nor would he implement the crime of divorce at such times, driving society’s speculation about her "actions" to its peak. But, had she guessed wrong? Eyelashes fluttering as she looked at the divorce agreement, until the light in her eyes became more and more intense, blurring her vision, "If I tear it up, do you still have more?" Her gaze was so deep that He Qimo could neither answer nor nod. But he tacitly agreed... A self-mocking, desolate smile. In an instant, she felt that even the tears that never fell from her eyes were the most ironic appearance of her current denial and conclusion. She nodded. The most update n0vels are published on NoveI-Fire.ɴet She quickly walked around the desk, reached He Qimo’s side, opened the drawer, and took out those divorce agreements one by one. One, two, five, ten, thirty... Until more and more, He Qimo suddenly grabbed her wrist, "Stop counting, there are a total of fifty-seven. They are still printing over there..." Gu Zixuan raised her eyes, looking at the working printer. Then looked at He Qimo’s ring finger, always with a wedding ring, now clean as if there had been nothing. In an instant, her heart was stabbed fiercely, the pain catching her off guard. Teardrops as big as beans dropped without any warning, "Slap." onto the back of He Qimo’s hand, then slid to the middle of the divorce agreement. Silence quietly lingered between the two of them. He Qimo looked at Gu Zixuan’s restrained body, staring at her tears-streaked face, a tremor flowing inch by inch along the blood to his fingertips. His wrist started to tremble. Yet before he could do anything, Gu Zixuan already stood up. Raising her hand, she wiped away those tears. Placed the divorce agreement back on the desk. She grabbed the pen on the desk and began to sign quickly yet calmly. She signed seriously, writing each character meticulously, just like eight years ago when they went to City Clerk to register for marriage and fill out forms. She also signed quickly, as if running swiftly from this marriage she impulsively chose to enter. However, she didn’t sign all of them. After signing the 26th one, she pushed it forward tearfully, "I’m 26 this year, so I’ll sign 26 times, that’s enough for your divorce." With that, she put down the pen, took off the wedding ring on her right ring finger, placed it on the divorce agreement, turned, and left. Her graceful figure neither fussy nor noisy, besides the initial unwillingness, there was no scene of quarrel. Like her past elegance, and like the silent despair of this marriage ending without disease. He Qimo stared at her back, his body restrained to the point of being like a drawn bow. His gaze deeper than even the ink-like night. Silence continued to spread between them. Until just before she stepped out the door, he finally couldn’t help but say, "I only give way to Yu Yuanshen; you can find anyone, just not Feng Chengjin!" The mention that once again made Gu Zixuan stunned. She looked back, thinking about his sensitivity for years, she gave a mocking smile, said nothing, turned, and left. Gu Zixuan disappeared. Liang Xi couldn’t help but walk out of the inner room of the CEO’s office, pale-faced. Looking at the CEO, sitting there with an expression that couldn’t be described, she quickly stepped forward, felt his pulse, and was about to wrap the electronic blood pressure monitor around He Qimo’s wrist. However, he gently pushed it away. His weakened body left him no strength to stand, remaining seated. In fact, if only Gu Zixuan had looked closely earlier, she would have realized that even his grip on her wrist used all his strength. Looking at the door left ajar in the distance, he gave a desolate smile, "Do you think she will forgive me?" In such difficult times? Liang Xi looked lovingly in the direction of the door, then down at He Qimo, "One day, Madam will understand that you’re not trying to push her to the brink, but rather trying to fundamentally keep her away from harm. You’re doing this to protect her." He Qimo chuckled softly, lowering his gaze to the tear drops on his wrist and the ring on the table, clenching his fingers tight. Until his palm was red with blood, he mocked himself, "Yet, none of this matters, she won’t look back." The words were too pale. Liang Xi looked at He Qimo, his eyes reddened, "Mr. He..." He Qimo shook his head, unwilling to speak further, he propped his frail body up, sat as straight as he could, and pulled a sheet from a heap of signed divorce papers, staring at the signature that Gu Zixuan hadn’t even bothered to read, his eyes trembled with restraint, then handed it to Liang Xi. "Proceed with it, find someone trustworthy to handle it privately. Remember what I said, don’t announce this to anyone in society." Liang Xi’s heart ached, understanding all of He Qimo’s arrangements, he lowered his gaze, "Alright, I understand." Gu Zixuan left Junsheng, got in her car, and sat in the driver’s seat without immediately driving away. Until more than ten minutes later, Liang Xi came downstairs holding a manila envelope, and got into a business car. The business car drove away quickly, leaving Junsheng’s office building in no time, heading straight towards the northwest road. Gu Zixuan knew the Civil Affairs Bureau was in the northwest. Thinking of He Qimo’s eagerness for a divorce, at this moment, she was completely disheartened, laughing sarcastically. Laughing till the end, she couldn’t help but redden her eyes again. She started the car, revved it up, and drove back. Back to Jinyue Zijing Mansion. She muddled through a day of sleep. The low mood made her not want to deal with anyone, nor did she want to talk. Yu Yuanshen didn’t know what happened to her, but seeing Gu Zixuan unusually downcast as she was on her period, he knew she needed rest and didn’t disturb her too much. He just opened a small slit in her bedroom window for air circulation, so she wouldn’t feel suffocated, and checked the temperature of her feet, bringing her an electric warmer, quietly tucking it into her quilt. Having tucked the quilt snugly, he went into the kitchen. He washed his hands, took a casserole, and started to simmer soup for her. When the soup was ready, Gu Zixuan had already awakened. He let her drink two small bowls, seeing she was still in low spirits, Yu Yuanshen had no other options. He couldn’t bring Youxuan to disturb her, nor could he disturb her rest too much. So after taking care of everything, he said, "Then continue resting, when you feel better in a couple of days, I’ll take you out to relax." Autumn is here, good for an autumn outing. Gu Zixuan’s current state is actually quite suitable for going out more. If possible, he considered bringing along Uncle Gu and Aunt Gu to spend a few days at Yu’s Villa by Wanlu Lake. Yu Yuanshen was planning in his heart. Gu Zixuan looked up at Yu Yuanshen, her heart warmed. But at this moment, she still didn’t feel like speaking, she nodded, "Mm." Yu Yuanshen, helpless, sighed, and after instructing Yu Wei on a few things, turned and left. In the bedroom, Gu Zixuan knew her manner towards Yu Yuanshen was not good, but she truly couldn’t muster the mood. After all, she had just divorced. Thinking about the future uproar, the desperation in how He Qimo is forcing her to the end in this state, all weighed heavily on her heart, and she felt she couldn’t breathe envisaging the future’s difficulty. She held her forehead, contemplating He Qimo’s heartlessness and urgency. Though emotionally, she had long let go, actually reaching this step and seeing He Qimo’s unwavering manner, she felt for the first time that her life had never been so much of a failure. Failed to the point that even crying felt tearless. Her mood was low and torn with pain. When tears couldn’t help but fall for the third time, she raised her hand, took her phone, wanting to call Zixi. To tell him she wouldn’t be going back for a few days, to take care of his parents, and if he hears anything, not to worry, she’s okay. But as she dialed, an incoming call interrupted her. Gu Zixuan inadvertently slid her finger to answer. On the other end, Feng Chengjin, who had just finished a marathon two-day meeting and was finally released, immediately contacted her to address her tantrum yesterday which ended in "not going," and dialed her number. Driving single-handedly, along the road in the exhibition area, his car moved like streamlined light and shadow. He was slightly surprised at how quickly Gu Zixuan answered the call. Of course, hearing her sobbing voice, he was even more surprised. Frowning, he asked softly, "Are you crying?"