The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Wen Shan took a piece of paper to look at while eating. “Which brainless rich tycoon ordered this?”

“Ding Junqi allowed the little monster of his house to order something. Rich people,” Le Tian scoffed and snatched the design draft from Wen Shan, staring at her indignantly. “It took me all night to draw this. If it gets spoiled, are you going to give me 180,000?”

“I don’t even have 180,000, and I still owe my brother 10,000,” Wen Shan groaned, laying on the table and chewing the instant noodles. “Chasing a guy is really expensive but the bottom line is that it was not even successful.”

Le Tian glared at her and stood up to go tidy her bed. No point bothering with this lunatic.

Wen Shan took up her noodle cup and followed Le Tian, watching her tidy her bed. “If I’m not mistaken, there is a reincarnation every 7 years. The blood in your body has changed, but your memory was not renewed?”

Le Tian found a necktie while tidying up and immediately tossed it into the rubbish bin.

Wen Shan stared at the necktie being thrown into the rubbish bin. “Hey!”

 “It cannot be renewed for this lifetime. I will remember it forever,” Le Tian murmured as she threw the pillow in her hand onto the bed.

Wen Shan put the noodle cup on the table and went to take the necktie from the rubbish bin. Her eyes widened and she exclaimed, “Hey, was there a man in your house?”

“You’re crazy. You want it? Take it and give it to Papa Nalan,” Le Tian scoffed and left.

Wen Shan shook the necktie and stared at her friend. “I remember Ding Junqi endorsing this necktie brand. You even gave his son tuition. There was some chemistry between you two.”

Le Tian immediately smacked her face with a pillow. “You’ll be crying into this tonight.”

Wen Shan took the pillow, her jaw dropping.

Both of them talked until 11:30 and only then did they lie down.

Le Tian turned off the lights, and Wen Shan looked up at the dark ceiling.

“He’s going back to his country, right?” Wen Shan asked softly.

“Yes, and he’s bringing that girl along,” Le Tian replied calmly.

“We’re both quite pitiful, aren’t we?” Wen Shan said finally.

“Don’t put us in the same boat. I did not steal your Papa Nalan.” Le Tian maintained her composure.

Wen Shan closed her eyes. “Living is tiring.”

Le Tian mocked, “Dying is an even more painful process. Don’t think about it anymore, go to sleep.”

“I’m still thinking about him,” Wen Shan sighed.

“Well, I’m not thinking about him. Are you going to sleep? If you don’t want to, I’m going to go look for your Papa Nalan,” Le Tian said angrily and lifted her leg to kick Wen Shan off the bed.

Wen Shan yelped and quickly hugged Le Tian. “Don’t be like that. Okay, we’ll sleep, let’s sleep.”

The room went quiet, and both of them closed their eyes. The faint smell of instant noodles in the room reminded them of their fondest times during their degree.

At the same time, back in his apartment, Nalan Chunbo had finished his porridge and taken his medicine but could not sleep. He was going through Wen Shan’s journals on her alumni’s forum and the journals that Professor Yin had posted locally over the years. No matter what, he had to solve the problem of Professor Yin or he would go after Wen Shan again.

Nalan Chunbo turned his head slightly and looked at the phone on the table. His screensaver was the picture of her sleeping.

He was just an old fellow. It would be easy to handle.

The person he would trouble would be Principal Yin who was backing Professor Yin. He would need to personally make a courtesy call.

This matter needed to be resolved before Wen Shan was officially announced to be the assistant in Gu Juexi’s latest movie.

Nalan Chunbo was deep in thought. The mobile phone on the table rang, and her picture on the screen brightened.