Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

As Zhou Shuyue spoke, she would glance at Yan Ji from time to time. She was now filled with guilt and desperately wanted to do something for her. Because of this emotion, even Yan Chuan, who had been pampered since childhood, had to take second place.

But Yan Chuan didn't know this. He widened his eyes in disbelief and said indignantly, "Mom, what kind of poison did she cast on you to make you speak for her like this? Look at the wound on my face, is this a test?"

As he spoke, he bent down and put his purple face in front of Zhou Shuyue: "She wants to beat me to death, and you are still speaking for her."

Yan Weizheng frowned as he listened in the room: "Shut up, a grown man, howling like a pig just because he got hurt."

He glanced at Yan Chuan's bruised face and said with disdain, "You're hurt like this by a woman, and you still have the nerve to cry."

"Then what can I do? You don't allow me to hit a woman, so what else can I do except get hit?"

"You couldn't stop it? You couldn't hide? She was in a cast, how could she outrun you?"

Yan Chuan: “…”

He was so angry that he forgot everything and just stood there and took the beating.

The more guilty he felt, the harder he spoke: "Dad, even you are helping her now? You want to kick Sister Jiaojiao out for this country bumpkin, are you going to kick me out for her in the future?"

Yan Chuan glared at Yan Ji angrily: "I really doubt whether she is the illegitimate daughter of any of you, otherwise why are you so..."

Before he could utter the word "biased", something flew past him.

'boom'.

The ashtray grazed his cheekbone and hit the wall behind him.

Yan Wei Zheng was furious, staring at him and said, "You bastard, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will beat you to death..."

Yan Ji said indifferently, "You have to keep your breath. If you kill him, there will be no one to inherit the throne of the Yan family."

The sarcasm in the words was simply extreme, slapping the faces of those present.

Zhou Shuyue looked at her, her lips trembling, her eyes red, and she looked like she was about to break: "Xiao Ji, you hate us."

Yan Ji did not answer. Love must come first before hatred can arise. She just didn't want to care about the Yan family at most, but it was not hatred: "Can I eat now? I'm hungry."

Yan Weizheng: "What happened back then was not what you thought. Your mother has never given up on you. When she found out that you were being bullied, she became sick with anxiety these past two days."

Because Gu Chenye and Yan Chuan were present, he didn't go into too much detail.

Yan Ji: "So? If you feel guilty and regretful, I will be grateful and happily sit in your arms."

Zhou Shuyue prepared dinner, which consisted of some home-cooked dishes. Yan Ji looked at the seat opposite that originally belonged to Yan Jiaojiao but was now empty, and a comfortable smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Finally, we are one step closer to our goal.

Seeing that Yan Ji didn't eat much, Zhou Shuyue picked up a piece of food for her and said, "Xiao Ji, this is your favorite. Eat more. I didn't even see you move your chopsticks."

Yan Ji put down his chopsticks, looked at the people at the table, and said calmly: "I am a person who holds grudges and will never let go of any grievances. I also hate the happy endings in Chinese dramas. I will never forgive those who have hurt me. So this time, it will be my last time to come to the Yan family. From now on, we will go our separate ways and never see each other again."

Zhou Shuyue was shocked by her words, eyes full of pain: "Xiao Ji, you..."

Yan Ji pushed his wheelchair away despite the complicated looks from several people.

On the way back, she felt a little tired and leaned against the car door to take a nap, her head hitting the window bit by bit as the car bumped along.

Hearing this voice, Gu Chenye felt an uncontrollable irritation in his chest. He took a deep breath: "You don't want that head anymore, right? Do you want me to help you take it off?" Yan Ji slowly opened his eyes, thinking that his temper came out of nowhere, "Are you sick?"

Gu Chenye was silent for a few seconds, then casually said, "Uncle and aunt really want to compensate you."

"Yeah." She said lazily, looking like she didn't want to talk.

"..." The man frowned again: "They feel very guilty for neglecting you before."

Yan Ji closed his eyes and said, "Does your family sell soap? You love to whitewash others so much, I won't forgive you."

Her answer without thinking made Gu Chenye's anger grow even stronger. He didn't know why, but he just felt inexplicably annoyed.

He reached out to take the water from the storage box next to the car door, but instead of getting the water, he touched a few pieces of paper. His first reaction was the divorce agreement drafted by Yan Ji. Recently, he could see this thing everywhere, whether in the company or at home, and he was traumatized by it.

Although he had expected this, when Gu Chenye really saw the words "divorce agreement" written on it, his suppressed emotions could not be held back and he immediately exploded. He tore the agreement into pieces with a cold face and threw them at Yan Ji: "Are you crazy? You stuffed everything in the car. Is there anything you didn't leave?"

Yan Ji: "If you agree, then you won't be able to see it."

Gu Chenye gritted his teeth and said, "The more you want to leave, the more I will not do what you want."

……

One day before New Year's Eve, Yan Ji got off work early and drove to the cemetery. The plaster on her foot had been removed, but she was still unable to walk or exercise intensively, so she still used a wheelchair on the way up the mountain.

The girl on the tombstone had a beautiful smile on her face. She was at the prime of her youth. Today was Meng Ran's death anniversary. In order to avoid meeting anyone from the Xu family, she had chosen to come at a later time.

Yan Ji swept aside the offerings and flowers sent by the Xu family, and placed the ones he brought in the middle: "Meng Ran, I'm here to see you."

The only response she got was the rustling sound of leaves in the wind.

She has always been a talkative person. When the two of them were together in the past, it was Xu Mengran who did most of the talking and she just listened quietly.

After putting his things in place, Yan Ji briefly described his recent situation in the tone of a work report, but he only reported good news and not bad news: "Yan Jiaojiao was kicked out of the Yan family."

This is just the first step, and she won't let her have an easy time in the future.

"I have filed for divorce from Gu Chenye. I will be fine from now on." She stared at the girl's bright and smiling eyes in the photo: "Don't worry."

"Miss Yan, those are things my parents brought to commemorate my sister. It's not appropriate for you to just throw them aside like this."

It’s Xu Yanli.

Yan Ji didn't even turn his head.

--Because they don't deserve it--

These words rolled over in her mind several times, but when she saw Xu Mengran’s smiling face in the photo, she swallowed them back.

Those two people were her parents. Meng Ran loved them very much. She didn't want to say bad things about them in front of her grave, so she didn't say anything.

Yan Ji had already said everything that needed to be said, and with Xu Yanli around, there was no need for her to stay.

She was about to push the wheelchair down the mountain. Xu Yanli put down his things and said, "Yan Ji, wait a minute. I have something to do..." (End of this chapter)