His dark eyes briefly paused on her face in disbelief, and then Wen Siheng lowered his head and carefully browsed the two A4 documents on the table.
Both the format and the content of the text are very meticulous, and the entire document is so rigorous that not a single flaw can be found.
He stared at the document in front of him in a daze for a long time. The signature pens placed randomly on the table were probably covered with thorns, so much so that Wen Siheng didn't even want to take a look at them, let alone pick up the pen to sign.
The pen must be too difficult to use and he didn't want to take it, Wen Siheng comforted himself like this.
"What other worries do you have?" The villain in front of her raised her chin again and asked pretending to be calm.
"About cleaning up and leaving the house..." His fair and slender fingers pressed firmly on the agreement.
There were no lights on in the room, and under the faint light from the blinds, his neatly trimmed fingertips were visible.
The agreement was pushed back to her, and Jian Anran suddenly remembered what Zhang Xiaoxian said this morning: "The other party will most likely not want your monthly salary of three thousand."
"But if the other party insists, you may need to give them half."
Their total joint property is only the income of the past two months. As soon as Wen Siheng opened his mouth, Jian Anran had already deduced countless possibilities in his mind.
Isn't it? Is he really such a worthless person?
"The property I wish to divide is also the Barcelona chair in the living room."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Siheng picked up the black pen on the table, reached out and took back the two divorce agreements that were lying quietly on the table. He picked up the pen and added this article at the end of the property division line.
"Take it back and let your lawyer revise it again." Wen Siheng's tone was very calm.
Almost subconsciously, Jian Anran blurted out: "How do you know I hired a lawyer?"
The other party was stunned at first and did not answer immediately.
"The wording of this agreement is very strict, but I have seen the design description you wrote."
Not expecting this answer, Jian Anran lowered her head in embarrassment.
The bidding meeting will be held in half a month, because the other core contents are not very helpful. Jian Anran saw that everyone in the office was so busy that she was too embarrassed to just sit there, so she simply took the initiative to ask for help in one fell swoop.
Undertaken the paperwork for the project.
Among them, she will be responsible for the small print description of the drawings and the design description of the entire project.
A two-year science student in high school and a fourth-year engineering student in college, Jian Anran racked her brains to think of a 3,500-word design description for several days before piecing it together and reluctantly submitting it.
Not long after the document was submitted, I received Wen Siheng's revision comments, but one trouble after another came one after another, so that Jian Anran still didn't have the heart to open the document to modify it.
Raising her eyelids and taking a peek at the man in front of her, Jian Anran felt an indescribable complex emotion in her heart.
On one side is her ex-husband, with whom she has had physical contact, and on the other side is her mentor who has supported her all the way.
Once the agreement is signed, their personal emotional ties can easily be ended.
But Jian Anran really didn't know what kind of mentality she would have when facing him in the future.
First of all, it is definitely impossible to talk and laugh with teachers and classmates as openly as Mi Yingying, but at the same time, Jian Anran also knows that she cannot be as pretentious as Xiangyi, trying to resist and welcome.
Will you be a little transparent in the office? Also try to avoid all opportunities to communicate with Wen Siheng in professional classes?
It was the first time that she was so fed up with the small class teaching system in architecture. Jian Anran suddenly realized that even in the future, she would still not be able to escape many face-to-face interactions with Wen Siheng.
She originally wanted to turn around and leave with the revised divorce agreement in hand, but as if something suddenly occurred to her, she turned around and put the agreement back on the table.
"etc!"
"Although I appreciate your willingness to give me the Barcelona chair, but..."
After hesitating for a long time, Jian Anran continued: "I don't have anywhere to put it if you give it to me..."
"You know I haven't been home for a long time. Taking that chair to the dormitory would be a bit too extravagant."
"And the dormitory may not be able to accommodate it."
Finally returning to the most practical issue, Jane Anran thought of the Barbie Princess Castle that she had always longed to have when she was a child.
Given their family's economic conditions, Barbie Princess Castle can still be bought by saving some money.
But thinking about their home, which has three bedrooms and one living room in an old community, every cabinet that was built during the renovation has been filled to the brim over the years. There is really no space for her to store such a huge toy.
She couldn't help but think again of the room full of Lego she had seen shared online.
It was not until that moment that Jian Anran understood that the most luxurious thing was not the boxes of Lego, but the house price that could accommodate Lego was easily five figures per square meter.
"I still don't want it, thank you for your kindness." After thinking for a moment, Jian Anran took back the agreement.
"I'll ask the lawyer to send me an electronic document. Let's sign it according to the original terms."
Wen Siheng immediately refused: "This is the only content I insist on adding. If you don't accept it, I think the signing of the agreement should be postponed later."
Hearing this, Jian Anran immediately picked up the document and rushed out of the door. Before leaving, she did not forget to say: "I will ask the lawyer to revise it and send it over now."
The male lawyer with glasses was very dedicated. Not long after Jian Anran's news was sent out, the other party immediately sent a new agreement.
Wen Siheng's office had previously approved a printer, and before everyone came back from the lunch break, Jian Anran finished printing it in a few clicks, trying to avoid any chance of being discovered by others.
Wen Siheng's Junxiu name just landed at the end of the agreement. In the afternoon, when the Civil Affairs Bureau was at work, Jian Anran was once again fully armed, wearing a hat, sunglasses and a mask and went to submit the divorce agreement with Wen Siheng.
The moment she got the receipt, she finally felt relieved.
I remembered the "wife release agreement" unearthed from the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang that I had read in a book before -
"One is separated from the other, and each is happy."
Suddenly she was able to empathize with the emotions he wanted to express.
"I will deliver the Barcelona chair to you when the time comes."
When going down the steps, Wen Siheng suddenly stopped at the last step at the bottom and looked back at Jian Anran who was still above.
Shaking her head, she immediately refused: "I'll just hire a mercenary when the time comes, so I won't bother you."
Under the sun, the face that was originally brighter than the sun seemed to be slightly gloomy, and he did not answer directly.
Only to see Wen Siheng ask again: "Can I trouble you with something?"
"What?"
The corners of his lips seemed to be pretending to be relaxed, but his eyes were staring at Jian Anran in a daze.
"If you..." He paused and did not continue.
After a long time, he continued to speak: "I hope you can consider me in the future."
