Qiao Wanwan wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds and she couldn't open them no matter what.
During this sleep, Qiao Wanwan had nightmares intermittently.
In the dream, she sank into the cold seabed, and seawater poured into her nose and ears. The oppressive feeling of suffocation kept coming, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
She was so cold that her limbs felt frozen and she couldn't move.
As if she was dreaming or waking up, she felt a familiar breath coming from her, and a strong and strong arm hugged her.
Qiao Wanwan grabbed this arm tightly as if grasping a life-saving straw, leaned towards the heat source, and hugged him tightly.
...
When she woke up again, Qiao Wanwan felt like she didn't know what night it was.
She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the man's handsome sleeping face.
At this moment, she was like an octopus, holding Zhan Jingting's neck with both hands and her legs still wrapped around his waist.
Qiao Wanwan's face turned red and she quickly let go of him.
As soon as she moved, the man opened his eyes. There was a hint of confusion in his deep eyes, but he soon regained his clarity, "Wanwan, are you awake?"
Before Qiao Wanwan could speak, the man's palm covered her forehead.
"Finally it subsided. The fever kept coming back and forth during the day."
Only then did Qiao Wanwan notice that it was already dark outside the window and the sleep light was on in the room.
"Wanwan, are you hungry? I'll have someone bring you food."
"No need." Qiao Wanwan said coldly.
Zhan Jingting was startled, "Wanwan, I'm sorry, it was me who made you suffer."
Qiao Wanwan didn't say anything, lifted up the quilt, stood up, and went directly into the bathroom.
When she came out, Zhan Jingting was no longer in the room.
Qiao Wanwan was so hungry that her chest pressed against her back. Just when she was about to use her mobile phone to order takeout, there was a knock on the door and a woman of about fifty years old walked in.
"Hello, young lady, I am Zheng Ma. The young master asked me to take care of you." Zheng Ma nodded respectfully and went to the small table to lay the dishes.
Qiao Wanwan hesitated for a moment, then went over to sit down, drank a bowl of porridge, and ate two steamed dumplings, feeling much better in her stomach.
Zheng Ma packed up her things and left.
Qiao Wanwan brushed her teeth in the bathroom, lay down again and turned off the light to sleep.
In the darkness, the door was opened.
Qiao Wanwan's whole body tensed up subconsciously, "Get out!"
"Wanwan." She heard Zhan Jingting say, "Let's talk."
"What to talk about?" Qiao Wanwan blurted out, "If it's a divorce, yes, other interviews."
The man's low, painful voice sounded in the dark room, "Do you really want to divorce me?"
"I made it very clear that I can't live with a liar. Divorce is the only way out. And your mother is right. Qi Dafei's marriage will not end well. It's not only the material gap, but also the
It's mental, just like I can't understand you lying at all."
Zhan Jingting frowned, "Has my mother come to see you?"
"you do not know?"
"Of course I don't know." Zhan Jingting reacted suddenly, hurriedly turned on the light, and maneuvered the wheelchair to the bedside, "She forced you to divorce me, right? That divorce agreement... was prepared by her
Yes, right?"
Qiao Wanwan opened her eyes and looked at her, "She prepared the divorce agreement, but I wanted to hand it to you myself, and I signed it myself."
"I don't want to divorce, and no one can force me. On the contrary, if I want to divorce, the marriage is finalized."
Zhan Jingting closed his eyes in pain, and his deep voice could not hide the difficulty, "Wanwan, I lost control of my emotions that night. I apologize to you, I'm sorry..."
"If you really feel sorry for me, just sign to divorce me so that we can get back together and be happy."
"Wanwan, I will not divorce you." Zhan Jingting looked at her, "I have torn up the divorce agreement. There is no way I will divorce you."
"Why?" Qiao Wanwan looked at the almost stubborn determination in his eyes and asked puzzledly, "You are so rich and can find any kind of wife you want, why are you holding on to me? Zhan Jingting,
We are not suitable."
"It's up to you whether it suits you or not. Wanwan, Mrs. Zhan's position is yours, and it can only be you in this life."
The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, "Zhan Jingting, I'm very tired and don't want to argue with you. I have already decided on the divorce. I hope you respect my decision."
"Wanwan, marriage is a matter between two people, and so is divorce. In short, I will never agree to divorce unless I die." The man said slowly, "I know you don't want to see me, so I won't disturb your rest.
Go to the guest room and sleep."
Zhan Jingting left the master bedroom and took out his cell phone to make a call, "My mother came to Wanwan to check."
About ten minutes after touching, Jiang Dong called, "Master Zhan, let me ask you clearly, Madam did come to the villa that afternoon, and she told the maid that she would tell you herself, and there was no need for them to report it, so the maid didn't
Report this matter to me."
"I know." The man ordered in a deep voice, "Go and do something..."
...
Qiao Wanwan slept until noon the next day. She didn't know if it was because she had gotten enough sleep, but when she woke up she felt much more energetic.
She washed up and went downstairs. Lunch was ready.
Zhan Jingting was not here, so Qiao Wanwan didn't ask any questions and just went to eat on her own.
The chef has returned and the dishes are exquisite and delicious, much better than takeout.
Qiao Wanwan's appetite improved a lot. As soon as she put down her chopsticks, Jiang Dong suddenly came with several men in suits.
"Madam, these are Lord Zhan's royal lawyers." Jiang Dong introduced.
Qiao Wanwan was a little confused. Why did she bring a lawyer?
"Madam, please take a look." Jiang Dong took out documents one after another and placed them on the coffee table. "Here are all the real estate properties under Zhan Ye's name. Including this villa, there are a total of fifteen villas, eight
A high-rise apartment, three commercial buildings, two pieces of land, and three private islands abroad.”
"This portion is the movable assets that Mr. Zhan can take out, including funds, stocks, several private jets, and yachts. Mr. Zhan likes cars, so he has many cars."
Qiao Wanwan frowned, "What do you mean? Show off your wealth?"
Jiang Dong nodded hurriedly, "Master Zhan is indeed as rich as anyone in the country. These are just the things that can be spent. They are enough for ordinary people to spend several lifetimes."
"So why are you showing these to me?" Qiao Wanwan said displeased, "I told you that I would leave the house clean and I would not give him a penny."
Jiang Dong was shocked by the cold aura of the girl and explained, "These are indeed property transfer documents, but they are not compensation for divorce."
"Transfer." Qiao Wanwan suddenly felt that she couldn't understand these two words, "What does it mean?"
"Of course it's the literal meaning." Jiang Dong explained, "Master Zhan said that Madam, you are unhappy because of what his mother said about Qi Dafei, so transferring these to your name may help you calm down a little."
"In addition, as long as the property is transferred to your name, the Zhan family will not make things difficult for you, and you don't have to worry about the Zhan family coming to break you up again."
"Madam, Mr. Zhan is really attentive to you. I think you should give him a chance no matter what..."
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