Lin Fu woke with a start and immediately struggled, only to hear a man’s deep voice by her ear, "You’d better not move."
Lin Fu was completely taken aback, "Why are you here? Put me down now."
"Huh! If I can’t wait for you, naturally, I will come."
As he spoke, Fu Xing had already carried her out of the building and onto a flying car adorned with his personal emblem.
"Have you lost your mind?"
Never in her wildest dreams did Lin Fu imagine that the cold and distant Fu Xing would do something .
"Aren’t you afraid this will damage your image as the Cosmic Fleet Commander?"
Lin Fu was thrown into the car, and as she tried to escape while the flying car door was still open, Fu Xing scooped her up from behind and brought her back in.
The car door clicked shut, and the flying car took off, completely cutting off her hopes of escape.
"What image do I have?"
Fu Xing was quite angry, pinning Lin Fu beneath him, "If you knew what kind of man my father is, you wouldn’t think my actions damage my image. The old folks back on the fief would know and would just celebrate for three days and three nights."
"Ah??" Lin Fu was stunned. What kind of plot twist was this?
"It seems I haven’t been caring enough for you. After the competition is over, I will take you back to the fief and let you thoroughly understand the Fu Family."
After saying this, Fu Xing sat back properly, and even straightened out his own disheveled clothes, reverting to the prestigious and aloof Commander.
"Do you want a divorce?" Fu Xing asked lightly.
"Yes!" Lin Fu’s response held a bit of guilt; she didn’t know why she could speak so resolutely in front of Randall, but why, in front of Fu Xing, did she feel guilty?
"I want to get a divorce."
Lin Fu firmed up her inner thoughts and no longer held back. She proudly straightened her spine, "We were only united through marriage to begin with, and this marriage didn’t start well. Status, position, thinking—none of it was equal, which doomed us from the start."
"Although I’ve tried, our work and studies have kept us both very busy, we’ve seen little of each other, and our feelings have grown indifferent. Rather than continuing , it’s better to end it cleanly." Lin Fu felt like a heartbreaker as she didn’t dare to look into Fu Xing’s eyes. Stubbornly turning her head away, she watched the fleeting night scenery through the window, speaking hurtful words.
These days, no one knew the torment inside her. She felt as if she had been hanging mid-air all the time, whether sleeping or dreaming, day and night, suspended on the swing that Fu Xing had personally built; she couldn’t get up, nor come down.
She wanted to cut ties, but she couldn’t let go. Unable to sever them, she couldn’t get close either.
They say the souls of truly in love people match.
Clearly, her soul didn’t match Fu Xing’s.
She had no idea what Fu Xing was thinking, what he was doing, who his true friends were.
She had also introspected whether it was because Fu Xing had treated her too well, better than she had ever anticipated, which made her grow greedy, wanting more.
Initially, she thought that if she could just barely make a life within the Fu Family, she would manage.
Now her treatment was much higher than what she initially imagined, and even Fu Xing said he liked her, but why was she still not satisfied?
"This thought didn’t just come to me tonight. Even before you hadn’t returned, I had already decided, we really aren’t right for each other." Lin Fu cast away the messy thoughts in her heart, and with a clear mind realized that divorce was the right choice.
She and Fu Xing were never from the same world, and a union without a foundation of feelings or commonality in their backgrounds was a mistake from the start.