"Let’s get a divorce."
A piece of white paper, with the bold characters "divorce paper" written on it, was handed to Gu Shengyin.
Gu Shengyin paused for a moment.
The owner of the hands, seeing her unresponsive, grew a bit impatient, his tone filled with disdain, "Yan Ruohua, I, Loo Zijun, have no feelings for you whatsoever. A melon forced off its vine is not sweet. Let’s part ways amicably."
Gu Shengyin finally reacted.
She raised her head and calmly sized up the man in front of her.
He wore a white shirt and black waistcoat, his hair styled neatly, his brows and eyes could be considered handsome, and he looked to be only in his twenties.
He was the fiancé of this body, Young Master Loo from the Loo Family, Loo Zijun.
Seeing the calm expression on her face, Loo Zijun was somewhat surprised. He had thought this woman would make an endless fuss.
But none of that mattered. After all, he had had enough of this wife arranged by his family.
Gu Shengyin suddenly let out a soft laugh, the sound was extremely cold, even filled with scornful mockery.
"Young Master Loo, you keep mentioning divorce, but what is this you have given me? A divorce paper?"
Gu Shengyin leisurely smoothed out a wrinkle on her sleeve cuff, her posture elegant, "It turns out, Young Master Loo, despite having received modern education, deep down still clings to the old rigid thoughts of the past."
Loo Zijun furrowed his brow, "What do you mean? Yan Ruohua, let me tell you, today, no matter what, I am going to dissolve our marital relationship!"
A thought crossed his mind, and he suddenly said, "You’re not waiting for my mother to come here, are you? I tell you, my mother is aware of today’s affair. Don’t harbor any illusions. Just take the stuff and leave."
Gu Shengyin sneered in her heart. The benevolent-looking Old Madam from the Loo Family, huh! Yan Ruohua always thought that her mother-in-law liked her, little did she know, when she was being repudiated, the old woman was leisurely watching a play in the Theater Garden.
Looking up, she saw that impatient look on Loo Zijun’s face, and her heart was also sick of it all.
She walked towards her writing desk.
"What are you doing?" Loo Zijun watched her with a furrowed brow. What trick was she planning to play now?
Gu Shengyin paid no attention to him, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote in one go!
After writing, she gently blew on the paper to dry the ink marks, then handed the stuff to Loo Zijun.
"Sign and stamp, and we’ll be squared away. From here on out, let’s each live well without interfering with each other."
Loo Zijun was firstly captivated by the beautiful yet assertive script on the paper.
Was this written by Yan Ruohua? Wasn’t she just a wooden person who only knew how to bury her head in embroidery?
"Did you write this?"
Gu Shengyin retorted unapologetically, "Young Master Loo, are your eyes failing at such a young age?" She clearly saw her finishing the writing.
She knew what Loo Zijun meant. In his eyes, Yan Ruohua had always been nothing more than a monochrome backdrop.
When had he ever cared about what his wife could do?
Stung by her sarcasm, Loo Zijun opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say, so he just looked up at the contents of the paper.
"A divorce paper?" He looked up in disbelief at Gu Shengyin.
"Yes." Gu Shengyin nodded, unable to suppress a cold laugh, "Isn’t Young Master Loo a self-proclaimed progressive? By signing this divorce paper, we can consider it an amicable separation."