Revisiting the past

Author: Ling Leng Qiyi

Revisiting the past

In the bright room, Yang Qingwei was sitting on the sofa browsing the housing listings with her mobile phone. She looked at a few more. Although it was far away from the city center, there were also recruitment jobs nearby. For her, now she not only needed to find a house but also a house.

Work.

You can use Tang Xue as an excuse when looking for an apartment, but what about looking for a job? When looking for a job, you always have to dress more formally, and you often go in and out of various office buildings. It is impossible not to be discovered by Fu Tingjun. Yang Qingwei feels that Fu Tingjun is a time bomb hanging above his head, which may explode at any time.

, it’s so miserable.

Fortunately, her physical condition is much better now. As long as she gets divorced, he will have no control over her, and it will have nothing to do with him whether she applies for a job or moves. Thinking of this, Yang Qingwei almost cheered.

Just as she was immersed in the happy fantasy of escaping from the prison, a dull knock on the door woke up Yang Qingwei. She locked her phone and went to open the door. Sister-in-law Wu said that her husband was back and was waiting for her in the study. Yang Qingwei smiled and said thank you.

After Sister-in-law Wu left, Yang Qingwei closed the door and took out the "Divorce Agreement" she had written before from the bedside table. She briefly read it, sighed, turned and walked towards the study.

After waiting for a long time, she finally waited for today, she must not miss it!

After calming down, Yang Qingwei knocked on the door leading to freedom.

"Come in!" Fu Tingjun's voice was deep and powerful, reaching her eardrums through the door panel. Yang Qingwei turned the doorknob and walked in.

He must have just come back. He was still wearing a shirt and trousers, with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. At this time, he was standing in front of the window with his hands on his hips, seemingly thinking about something.

Yang Qingwei wanted to see his face clearly through the glass, but unfortunately it was not completely dark yet and the glass could not reflect a clear outline.

"Fu Tingjun." Yang Qingwei held the "Divorce Agreement" in front of her chest and carefully called his name. Fu Tingjun seemed to sigh heavily, because Yang Qingwei saw his shoulders rise and fall slightly, and finally turned around to look at her.

, with an expressionless face, Yang Qingwei felt as if a large piece of ice was about to pour out of her throat, but unfortunately it was blocked there, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Fu Tingjun glanced at her and went straight to the comfortable seat. He glanced at the documents on the table and put them aside. Then he took a pen and played with it in his hand. He looked at her lazily leaning against her with a hint of teasing.

Yang Qingwei was frightened as she crossed her legs on the chair and looked like he was about to judge her.

"You..." She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but thinking of the identities of the two people, she suppressed the words.

"Sit!" He raised his chin and the pen in his hand was still spinning, but at this time he was completely different from before.

Yang Qingwei came to him tremblingly, gently pulled up the chair, made sure there were no swords, guns, swords and halberds on it, then sat on it tremblingly.

Fu Tingjun's lips curled up in disdain, but Yang Qingwei remained silent.

"I heard you were looking for me, what's the matter?" The voice was still the same, but Yang Qingwei felt like the calm before the storm.

The hand holding the "Divorce Agreement" tightened, and Yang Qingwei did not dare to speak.

Fu Tingjun's eyes glanced at the A4 paper in her hand, and he said calmly, "What is that?"

"I..." Yang Qingwei hesitated.

Fu Tingjun threw the pen in his hand on the table and stood up, came to her side and grabbed the stack of A4 paper. When he saw the five big characters on it, the emotions he had suppressed for a long time finally burst out.

""Divorce Agreement"! Do you want a divorce?" The tightening of his throat made his voice deeper and more terrifying.

Yang Qingwei sat there breathing heavily, her emotions were completely disrupted by him. With the thought of breaking the jar, Yang Qingwei spoke.

"Yes! I want a divorce!" Yang Qingwei gritted her teeth and turned her head to look at his jawline and continued, "You promised me before that you would divorce me as long as I recovered. Now it's time to fulfill your promise!"
Chapter completed!