Wei Jiaren chatted with Shen Qingqing for a while after get off work and then returned to the villa.
After arriving home, she started to pack her things.
In the end, I only packed a small suitcase.
This is all she has in this home.
The wardrobe is filled with brand-name clothes and bags, and all kinds of expensive jewelry are placed on the dressing table. Every time the season changes, Su Mo will order someone to send the latest models.
Wei Jiaren was only responsible for hanging the clothes one by one in the closet, but never wore them and didn't even take off the tags.
They have been married for two years, and she has never spent a penny on Su Mo. She does not want to be a vine growing around a tree. She feels that she is a kapok and can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
It's just that for a domineering man like Su Mo, he may want women to regard him as their god.
She sat on the soft big bed and gently touched the snow-white bed with her palms. At this time, her mind went blank.
After two years of marriage, their memories were so few that they couldn't even search for his memories.
She shook her head with a wry smile, put the key to the villa on the coffee table, then picked up her suitcase and prepared to go out.
From the beginning to the end, Su Mo never loved her, or even liked her. The reason why he married her was just to treat her as a substitute.
Since that's the case, there's no point in continuing.
So, let's end it like this.
Before she could walk out of the villa, Su Mo came back. He stared coldly at the suitcase in her hand, and he quickly understood what she was thinking.
"Where to go?" he asked.
Wei Jiaren looked at him lightly and smiled lightly. Her voice was surprisingly calm, but her grip on the trolley case tightened tightly. She said, "Su Mo, let's get a divorce."
Su Mo remained silent and threw his coat on the sofa. Then he sat down gracefully, crossed his legs naturally, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then said, "I didn't hear you clearly. What did you just say?"
What did you say? Say it again."
The unusual calmness he showed made Wei Jiaren a little panicked.
But no matter how many times you say it, nothing will change?
This marriage was not pure from the beginning, and she didn't know any reason to continue it.
"I said, let's get a divorce." Her lips trembled, and she bit each word very clearly.
"Divorce?" He smiled coldly, his dark eyes were frighteningly cold, the palms hidden by his sides were clenched, and his long fingers were glowing with an abnormal blue color.
He had to be extremely tolerant in order not to reveal his true emotions in front of her.
He drove back quickly, racking his brains all the way to think of how to explain to her. He even thought about telling her everything...
But when he rushed back eagerly, she coldly threw two words at him: divorce.
Huh, divorce?
She didn't even want to think about it.
"Wei Jiaren, how dare you say the word divorce so easily?"
He pressed the cigarette butt on his fingertips into the ashtray with great force, as if venting his anger.
Wei Jiaren almost heard the sound of sparks flying.
Even though he remained calm, she could still feel the anger and frost emanating from his aura.
She knew how dangerous Su Mo was in his rage, but she would rather be broken into pieces at this moment than continue to live like a zombie.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Wei Jiaren's lips, and her clean eyes gradually filled with mist.
"Is it because our start was so bad that we are doomed to have no happiness at all?"