Wen Jing gave in within two days of being admitted, and immediately had someone send a message to Ye Ming, saying that she knew she was wrong and knew how to speak in the future.
But Ye Ming didn't let her out immediately because he felt it was not enough.
On the third day, Wen Jing continued to plead.
The fourth day, the fifth day...
Her prayers became more humble every day.
It wasn't until the seventh day that Ye Ming felt that things were almost done, so he came to see her.
"Have you really thought about it?" Ye Ming asked.
In seven days, Wen Jing had become extremely haggard, as if she had aged more than ten years, and her eyes were frightened and dull.
She was not given medicine, but she ate, lived, and did activities with normal mental patients.
This irritated her quite a bit.
"I've thought about it!" Wen Jing looked at Ye Ming, her eyes finally focused, and she quickly replied.
"You have to think clearly. If you talk nonsense after you go out and come in again, you may not be able to go out." Ye Ming said coldly.
Wen Jing looked at him in disbelief. The current Ye Ming was terrifyingly unfamiliar. She doubted for a moment whether the tenderness he had shown her in the past 10 years actually existed.
Once Ye Ming makes a decision, he will carry it through to the end.
Since you want a divorce, there should be no more entanglements.
Emotions should be cut off cleanly.
"Have you really thought about it clearly?" Ye Ming asked again.
Looking at his strange and cold eyes, Wen Jing's heart shrank and became numb, and she was still a little scared.
He really does what he says.
"I really think about it clearly." She whispered.
"Okay." Ye Ming nodded, took out a small piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Wen Jing.
That's their divorce certificate.
"From now on, our fate is over. I wish you happiness in the future." After Ye Ming finished speaking, he took a deep look at Wen Jing, turned around and left.
Wen Jing held the piece of paper, her fingers shaking, shaking, shaking, and finally she squatted on the ground and cried loudly.
Suddenly, the window on the wall was banged.
"Mom, Mom! Why are you crying?" A man in his twenties was lying on the window, shouting anxiously to Wen Jing.
Seeing Wen Jing looking up at him, the man grinned: "Mom, I'm hungry, I want to feed."
"Ah!~~~" The anger, fear, and resentment in Wen Jing's heart suddenly burst out, and she opened the door and ran out with a scream.
She needs to leave this hellish place!
This time no one stopped her. She ran out of the mental hospital and onto the street in one breath. She ran far and wide, and finally collapsed from exhaustion.
She lay on the ground gasping for air, and the countless complex emotions in her heart receded one after another, and in the end only hatred remained.
Hate the name of Ye.
Hate Hua Zhao.
I hate everyone in the Ye family!
They never thought highly of her, they assumed that Ye Ming bullied her, they favored Hua Zhao, and they had long wanted to kick her out.
Now they finally succeeded.
Hate it!
"Ah!~~" Wen Jing yelled crazily.
"Oops! Come and see, there's a mentally ill person here!" a passerby shouted.
Wen Jing left in such a hurry that she didn't even change her clothes, which were hospital gowns unique to mental hospitals.
"What should we do now? Shall we send her back?" said another kind-hearted passerby.
This sentence frightened Wen Jing to death. She got up from the ground and ran away. This time she ran home in one breath.
It was inevitable to be seen when entering the community, but she covered the name of the hospital on her chest and her clothes were similar to those of other hospitals.
Fortunately, the key to my home was always hanging around my neck and was not left in the mental hospital.
Wen Jing rushed into the house and closed the door tightly.
After taking a breath, she discovered that her home had also changed drastically, and everything that belonged to Ye Ming was gone.
Clothes, shoes, office supplies, even Ye Ming's toothpaste and toothbrush, his favorite little ornaments, were all gone.
There is no trace of him in this home anymore, as if he has never existed.