Chapter 2: Divorce, I Want Nothing

Her heart was gripped tight, and Wen Ying’s face turned even paler. Despite the constant temperature maintained by the central air conditioning, she felt as if she were standing in an ice cellar.

Seeing her remain silent, Lu Jinchuan did not pull his gaze away from her face for several seconds. "Nian's mother is in the late stages of cancer. Her only wish is to see her daughter with someone to rely on; she needs company. Don't cause trouble. Just act like a proper Mrs. Lu, and I won't touch you."

He spoke of his infidelity with a tone of righteous justification.

He wouldn't touch her?

Wen Ying was stunned for a long moment before she suddenly laughed. Resisting the stabbing pain in her lungs, she said, "If she needs company, then you coming here is truly inappropriate."

With that, she turned and headed upstairs, slamming the door shut without a hint of mercy.

A few minutes later, the sound of a car engine drifted up from below. The man had left, and she didn't need to guess where he was going—to Su Nian.

Dragging her exhausted body to the washroom, she splashed cold water on her face, the icy flow helping her regain her clarity. Wen Ying opened her laptop and contacted a lawyer she had added three years ago, requesting that he draft a divorce agreement for her.

The lawyer asked, "Ms. Wen, do you have any specific requirements? Regarding the house, the car, or the division of assets?"

Wen Ying thought for a moment and replied calmly, "I don't want anything."

She didn't even want Lu Jinchuan anymore, let alone those material things. Besides, she had read online that asking for nothing would make the process go faster, and she didn't want to drag her increasingly frail body through drawn-out negotiations with him.

The lawyer sent the completed agreement shortly after.

Wen Ying printed it out. Her hand, clutching the pen, was white-knuckled, yet she did not hesitate. Stifling her tremors, she signed her name stroke by stroke. Afterward, she dragged her aching body to hurriedly pack her clothes.

As she reached the door, she took one last lingering look at the home she had tended to for three years. She left without looking back.

The next day, Wen Ying took a leave of absence and hired a same-day courier service to deliver the printed divorce agreement to the front desk at Lansheng.

Lu Jinchuan never handled such trivial tasks as receiving packages himself, so she addressed it to Zhao Ke.

From the moment she married Lu Jinchuan, she had started working at the Lu Corporation. Lu Jinchuan did not want to make their marriage public, nor did he allow her to get close to him at the company, so he had arranged for her to work in the Public Relations Department, where she was responsible for managing the company’s public image.

Over the past few years, she had relied on her exceptional abilities to rise to the position of PR Manager. She had not taken a single day of leave or missed a day of work in three years. She performed well because it was her habit to strive for perfection in everything she did; it did not mean she enjoyed it, nor did it have anything to do with her professional aspirations.

Since she intended to divorce, she had no plans to stay at Lansheng.

After sending off the courier, Wen Ying checked the time—it was nearly ten o'clock.

She tightened her grip on her fingers; she had more important things to do now.

Eastern City Prison.

The hands Wen Ying held on the steering wheel were slightly damp with sweat. Three years had passed, and she could not suppress her nervousness.

Zhou Yu was being released today.

She had booked a private room a month in advance to welcome him home. Zhou Yu was a child her father had adopted, and they had grown up together. In the heartless, predatory Zhou family, only Zhou Yu had been kind to her. For over a decade, he had protected her with his life. He had never spoken a harsh word to her from childhood to adulthood. He had once told her that anyone might let her down, but he, Zhou Yu, never would.

She looked into the mirror. Her small, palm-sized face was deathly pale, so she deliberately applied an extra layer of blush to make herself look normal. To ensure he wouldn't worry, she took an extra painkiller and put on sunglasses and a hat.

The massive gate in front of her began to open slowly.

She found herself opening the door and stepping out, her limbs feeling as if they no longer belonged to her.

A tall man in black emerged, striding out with an old backpack, his short black hair neat. His wicked, handsome eyes scanned the area calmly, seemingly landing on her.

Wen Ying’s heart almost stopped at that gaze.

Her throat was parched, her eyes rimmed with red, and she walked toward him involuntarily. "Brother..."