Chapter 809: Chapter 808: Childish?
"Liu Zheng, don’t you think you’re being childish?" Song Yuhan sneered.
"I don’t think so."
Liu Zheng smiled and shook his head, then pulled a document out of his pocket and placed it on the table.
"Didn’t you say you would sign anything I said? What’s this?"
Song Yuhan picked up the document with a puzzled look, only to see the words "Divorce Agreement" in bold.
"Divorce Agreement?!" Song Yuhan’s eyes widened in shock.
"I know you’re angry now, but I hope we can clear up the misunderstandings between us and, moreover, I have thought it through. We’re not suitable."
Song Yuhan’s lips trembled slightly, and tears instantly slid down her cheeks.
She had heard about divorce before, being a married woman herself, but she hadn’t expected Liu Zheng to propose it.
"Are you sure? You won’t regret it?" Song Yuhan stared into Liu Zheng’s eyes, her gaze filled with intense questioning.
"I won’t regret it," Liu Zheng stated firmly. "Yu Han, I’m sorry for the past. Jealousy clouded my judgment. I hope you can forgive me."
"Forgive? I’m not worth your forgiveness!"
Rage ignited within Song Yuhan; she slapped the edge of the bed and then flung off the covers and got out of bed. "We have nothing to do with each other. Please don’t come looking for me anymore!"
"No! Yu Han, listen to me!" Liu Zheng quickly grabbed her. "I know you must be very heartbroken now, but we both have our reasons. Things between us aren’t what you think. Please, can you trust me?"
"What are things like between us?" Song Yuhan forcefully shook off Liu Zheng’s hand. "Liu Zheng, you despicable scoundrel, why are you lying to me? You just want me to come back to you, don’t you?! You want to be with me, don’t you?! Well, let me tell you, stop dreaming!"
"Listen to me, I admit it was my mistake at first. I shouldn’t have distrusted you or told others about those issues."
"Ha! I don’t need your apologies!"
"Liu Zheng, you better never come looking for me in your life! I will not forgive you, never ever!"
With that, Song Yuhan ran off without looking back.
"Damn!" Liu Zheng cursed and immediately chased after her.
...
When Liu Zheng ran out of the hospital, Song Yuhan was standing by the road hailing a cab. Dressed in a white long dress, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, her delicate features making her look as lovable as a doll, Liu Zheng’s heart skipped a beat inexplicably.
He hurried to Song Yuhan’s side.
"Get in the car! I’ll take you home!"
Song Yuhan gave him a cold glance and then waved down a taxi and jumped in, soon disappearing into the distance.
As she left, Liu Zheng’s heart suddenly lost its anxiety and worry, instead he felt relieved.
He looked up at the sky where the sunlight was brilliant, as if melting his heart.
Song Yuhan, I will definitely win you back!
...
Su Ruihan stood at the hospital entrance, looking into the distance, while Liu Zheng watched the direction Song Yuhan had disappeared into for a long time.
Eventually, he sighed and then stepped into the hospital.
When Song Yuhan got home and closed the door, her body slowly slid down against the wall to sit on the cool floor.
Tears rolled down one after another. She wrapped her arms tightly around her knees, curling into a ball like a small animal that had suffered greatly.
Did Liu Zheng really not love her anymore? Why else would he ask for a divorce? Was it because of her mother, or was there another reason?
Liu Zheng, why did you put me in this situation? You said you loved me! How can you go back on your word?
"President Ye, the items you requested are all prepared," Assistant Li respectfully handed the documents to Liu Zheng.
Liu Zheng took the documents and began checking them closely.
"The Song Family’s assets and the share transfer documents," Liu Zheng muttered.
"What does Song Yuhan mean by this? Does she want to leave without taking anything?" Li frowned.
Liu Zheng scoffed, a hint of scorn flickering in his eyes: "She wants to leave without taking anything, but she needs money to do that, I want to see how she plans to leave without anything!"
He had always known that the Song Corporation’s financial chain was in trouble, but he hadn’t planned to intervene to help her because it was all Song Yuhan’s own doing. Now that she was reaping what she sowed, she couldn’t blame anyone else.
"I’m going to call the Song family right now!" Xiao Li immediately took out his phone and dialed the Song family.
At that time, Song Yuhan had just finished taking a bath and was lying in bed when her phone rang. She quickly picked it up and glanced at the screen, then pressed the answer button. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Miss Song? I am the secretary to Chairman Song. May I know when you will come to sign the contract?"
Song Yuhan was slightly startled. "I am quite busy these days, so I’m afraid I can’t."
"Oh I see, then when will Miss Song be available?"
"Let’s wait for a while. I will make time to come over."
"Alright then, I will hang up now."
After hanging up the phone, Song Yuhan felt somewhat dazed. Although her mother didn’t care about her money or the wealth, it was, after all, her father’s hard work that was now being taken over by someone else, and it still hurt her somehow.
She picked up her phone again and saw an unread message.
Song Yuhan pressed the unlock button, and a photo immediately popped up on the screen.
In the photo, Song Yuhan was sitting by the window, her figure thin and frail, her face full of sorrow and unwillingness, as if abandoned by the whole world. It made one unable to resist wanting to hold her in their arms.
Next to the photo was a line of text: Baby, I miss you.
Those three words, "Baby," touched a deep chord in Song Yuhan’s heart, causing her heart to ache sharply.
Song Yuhan clenched her teeth and threw the phone aside. She didn’t want to see this person’s picture again, nor did she want to recall the past.
...
On a weekend afternoon, Xia Wei, left alone at home and bored, decided to go shopping for clothes and properly nourish herself. She dressed up as a lovely lady, wore high heels, and put on exquisite makeup before stepping out of her house.
Xia Wei arrived at the mall and first went to the men’s clothing area.
"Wow, this bag is beautiful!" Xia Wei pointed to a new bag displayed on the counter and spoke to the salesperson.
"This miss has a good eye. This limited edition LV bag, only six pieces are available worldwide, the price is exorbitantly high; it sells for two million yuan apiece! This brand produces only a thousand bags each month, exclusively for the wealthy..."
Hearing the salesperson mention the price, Xia Wei’s mouth dropped open in shock, and she gulped.
"I don’t understand these..."
"Miss, you are really lucky. This bag was designed by the world-renowned designer Jamson. There are only ten in the entire country. This gentleman is also a friend of Jamson, who specifically requested Jamson to design this limited edition bag to gift to his beloved. He hopes his beloved will receive this gift."
Xia Wei’s mouth twitched slightly upon hearing this.
A gift for his beloved? For her? Had Liu Zheng gone mad?
Yet, looking at the exquisite and luxurious bag in front of her, Xia Wei couldn’t help but feel tempted.
"I want to buy this bag!"
"I’m sorry, Miss, but this bag is limited edition and not for sale!" The salesperson refused bluntly.
Xia Wei glared angrily at the salesperson: "What do you mean not for sale? I want it!"
"I’m sorry, we don’t have the authority to sell items to customers."
Xia Wei: ...
"Just you wait! I won’t let you off!" Xia Wei turned angrily and left, determined to find a way to get her hands on that bag!
...
At Ye Corporation, Liu Zheng was buried in his work.
Suddenly, the phone on his desk rang. He picked it up, pressed the speakerphone button, and said, "Hello."
"President Ye, there is a courier for you. Should I open it?"
Courier? He never ordered takeout, so where did this courier come from?
"I will be right back." Liu Zheng hung up the phone and hurriedly left Ye Corporation.
He arrived at the courier store and opened the courier box, finding a set of brand new clothes.
The clothes were made to his size and fit him perfectly!
Who was this person, and how did they know his measurements so well?
