Chapter 1: Divorce Papers in Hand! Reward: A Restaurant!
“Are you two sure you don’t want to reconsider?”
“No, we’re getting divorced.”
“You’ve settled the division of assets, right? And what about the child?”
“Yes, everything’s settled. The child stays with him, and all the assets go to me.”
“Alright, just a moment.”
At the Yuhua District Civil Affairs Bureau in the capital, Jiang Feng and Xu Na were finalizing their divorce.
Xu Na, her face heavily made-up, wore a complicated expression.
Jiang Feng, on the other hand, felt as if a weight had been lifted.
Six years ago, when Jiang Feng was 22 and Xu Na was 20, they had married due to an unplanned pregnancy.
Jiang Feng’s parents had paid the down payment for their house.
After Xu Na gave birth, they borrowed 300,000 yuan from Jiang Feng’s parents to open a hair salon.
The business did well.
Meanwhile, Jiang Feng gave up his chance to pursue a master’s degree in Information Engineering and found a job instead.
From marriage to opening the salon, his parents had supported them every step of the way. Feeling guilty, Jiang Feng decided not to ask for more money to continue his studies.
He had initially found a job, but Xu Na found taking care of their child too troublesome.
One day, their daughter, Jiang Youyou, was left alone at home and went hungry for an entire day.
Heartbroken, Jiang Feng quit his job to take care of her.
Three years later, Xu Na’s business flourished, and her net worth surpassed 50 million yuan.
She began to see Jiang Feng as nothing more than a handsome face—useless in every other way.
How could a man from a modest civil servant family ever match a self-made millionaire like her?
From that moment, she wanted a divorce.
But she knew she owed Jiang Feng, so she waited.
For three years, she subjected him to emotional coldness until she finally decided the time was right.
A month ago, she brought it up.
Jiang Feng didn’t try to stop her.
Their child had been the result of a drunken accident—a foolish friend had gotten Jiang Feng too drunk.
Xu Na, who had never been in a relationship before, ended up pregnant after her first time.
Jiang Feng chose to take responsibility, which was why he married her and stayed home to raise Jiang Youyou.
Maybe divorce was for the best.
Seeing how easily Jiang Feng agreed, Xu Na quickly dragged him to the Civil Affairs Bureau to file for divorce.
During the 30-day cooling-off period, Jiang Feng explained the situation to their daughter.
Five-year-old Youyou cried and begged him, “Daddy, I want to go with you. Please don’t leave me.”
Xu Na felt a pang of bitterness.
Her own daughter wasn’t begging her to stay—she wanted to go with Jiang Feng.
So she set a condition:
If Jiang Feng wanted custody, the house would go to her, and he couldn’t claim any assets.
If he refused, they’d settle it in court.
Jiang Feng chose Youyou.
Money mattered, but family mattered more.
Besides, he didn’t want a single cent from Xu Na.
Over the next 30 days, Jiang Feng found a new apartment near Youyou’s kindergarten—a two-bedroom unit in an older but well-renovated complex. The rent was steep at 12,000 yuan a month, but he had 200,000 yuan in savings from side jobs and his parents’ support.
Once everything was settled, the divorce was finalized.
While waiting for the divorce certificates to be processed, Xu Na scoffed, “Youyou’s tuition is over 4,000 yuan a month. I don’t even know why you insisted on custody.”
“What can you possibly give her? Once her household registration is moved out, she won’t even get into a decent elementary school in the capital.”
“I’ll give you one last chance—take 500,000 yuan and hand over custody.”
Jiang Feng replied calmly, “Money can be earned, but you can’t give her love and care.”
Xu Na grew impatient. “Earn money? How? You haven’t even found a job this past month!”
“Stop being so stubborn. I hate when men act .”
Jiang Feng had a bachelor’s degree, but at 28, he lacked corporate experience.
Too old for entry-level roles, too inexperienced for higher positions.
After applying to over a hundred companies, none would take him.
The only offers he got were for 6,000 yuan a month—no overtime pay, no benefits, and on-call 24/7.
They weren’t hiring employees; they were buying slaves.
Naturally, Jiang Feng refused.
A month later, he still hadn’t found work.
Yet he remained calm. “I have hands and feet. I’ll manage on my own. Don’t worry about me.”
Xu Na let out an exasperated sigh.
Soon, the divorce certificates were stamped and handed to them.
The moment Jiang Feng held his, a robotic voice echoed in his mind:
Jiang Feng had read plenty of novels while staying home with his daughter—he knew exactly what this was.
In an instant, endless knowledge flooded his mind.