Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

Early the next morning, Shen Xiuwan and Fu Jincheng went to apply for divorce certificates.

The two of them were obviously sitting in the back seat of the car, but they seemed to be far apart from each other.

Fu Jincheng didn't squint his eyes.

He was waiting for Shen Xiuwan to take the initiative to propose the decision to revoke the divorce.

But until the car stopped outside the government office building, the woman remained silent.

He glanced at her. She was wearing a beige fedora today and was looking out the window. She didn't know what she was thinking. Her face was calm and calm.

As if realizing that she had arrived at her destination, she came to her senses, opened the door and got out of the car: "Let's go."

Fu Jincheng paused for a moment and followed her in silence.

When signing the divorce certificate, Fu Jincheng paused with his pen and looked at Shen Xiuwan from the corner of his eye. She signed very quickly. After being married to her for so many years, he realized that her handwriting was in standard hairpin regular script, and her name fell on The handwriting on the white paper was beautiful, more beautiful than any woman's handwriting he had ever seen.

It was obvious that he was getting divorced, something he had been looking forward to for so many years and should have been completed quickly, but Fu Jincheng didn't know why he suddenly paid attention to Shen Xiuwan's words.

He slowly capped the pen and watched as the staff picked up the signature document and went in to stamp it.

The waiting time was inexplicably painful.

The peripheral vision fell on Shen Xiuwan's face again. She seemed to be wearing makeup today, with dark eyebrows and standard cherry lips. Her face was so round and pure that it reminded him of the first snow in the south.

She was actually in the mood to put on makeup...

My mood was inexplicably bad for a moment.

He looked in the direction where the staff left, played with the pen, smiled slightly on his thin lips, and suddenly said: "It's so slow."

Shen Xiuwan also looked in that direction: "Yeah, so slow."

Silence fell between the two of them again.

I don't know how long it took before the staff brought the divorce certificate with the official seal, and each of them held one copy.

Fu Jincheng stuffed it into his coat pocket without even looking at it, and quickly left the building.

Shen Xiuwan fell behind.

She was still sitting on the sofa in the office, staring at the thin divorce certificate.

The tea in front of me has cooled down.

Her fingertips slowly rubbed the two names on it, and she couldn't help but blush.

It’s not that he is reluctant to part with Jincheng.

Instead, I feel sad that the marriage I worked so hard for still ended in failure, and that I wasted seven years of youth in a foreign land.

She carefully put away the divorce certificate, picked up her bag and left.

Walking outside the building, the sky was gloomy.

Jincheng stood under the eaves with his back to her, seeming to be looking at the leaden sky.

She whispered: "It's going to snow again. I don't know how many snows there have been in my hometown this year."

Fu Jincheng looked back.

He thought that Shen Xiuwan was putting on a show and wanted to blackmail him with divorce and force him to separate from Zhou Cibai. But it wasn't until the moment he signed that he realized that she really wanted to leave.

Catching Shen Xiuwan's slightly red and moist eyes, the inexplicable irritability in his heart seemed to be soothed by something.

He thought she probably still cared about him.

Otherwise, why would you get jealous during the divorce?

In fact, he didn't hate Shen Xiuwan very much.

He just thinks she's annoying, thinks she's uneducated, and thinks she's always prone to crying.

At night when they were sleeping in the same bed, he would sometimes see her crying and would deliberately bully her and torture her to make her cry louder, as if this was the only way to offset his private disgust and hatred for her.

But he actually had no reason to hate Shen Xiuwan.

It was not Shen Xiuwan's fault that he broke up with Zhou Cibai.

He married her because of his own decision.

The only thing she did wrong was probably falling in love with him.

Yes, he knew that she loved him, and he knew that no matter how he bullied her, she would never leave him.

He knows that she cares about his every move, knows that she will be secretly jealous when she sees him with other women, knows how to make her happy and how to make her angry, and sometimes he even deliberately plays with her emotions by being hot and cold. , watching her wandering in the sea of ​​love, worrying about gains and losses, until she became the clown in his boring marriage.

This is his way of getting revenge on the old marriage.

The cold wind was blowing sharply, and fine white snow fell from the sky.

Shen Xiuwan said: "Go back?"

Fu Jincheng opened a big black umbrella. The two of them walked towards the car. She was wearing a cheongsam and high heels, and she was not walking very fast. He was holding an umbrella for her, and most of the umbrella was tilted toward her.

Snowflakes fell on one of his shoulders.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Shen Xiuwan, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

After a while, he thought of her red eyes just now and said, "You can write the divorce notice."

He's gambling.

I bet Shen Xiuwan still has him in her heart.

If she still has him in her heart, then she will definitely cry on the spot when she hears these words, and she will definitely accuse him of why he is so cruel to her.

But Shen Xiuwan didn't cry.

She said calmly: "Okay."

Fu Jincheng froze.

But in an instant, he returned to normal and opened the door for Shen Xiuwan expressionlessly.

The black car slowly drove away from the office building.

Compared with when they arrived, there were two more divorce certificates in the car.

There was a heavy gray snow outside the car.

……

Back at Fu's mansion, Shen Xiuwan spread out her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, thinking about how to write the divorce notice.

She had seen a lot of them in newspapers, but she never expected that one day she would need to write about them herself.

There are so many things to write about, such as introducing the process of two people getting acquainted and getting married, describing the various aspects of their marriage, and then explaining the reasons for their divorce. It is so eloquent that you can even write thousands of words.

Shen Xiuwan revised it, but was still not satisfied.

The ground is full of waste paper.

The snowflakes falling outside the window turned into heavy snow, which gradually accumulated thickly in the garden.

It wasn't until dusk when the lights were turned on in the room that Shen Xiuwan finally finished writing.

She let out a small breath and pressed the paper with the paperweight.

She got up and went to the dining room to have dinner. When she walked to the door of the room, she couldn't help but look back and stared deeply into the room that had trapped her for seven years. For a moment, she seemed to have no nostalgia anymore and went downstairs resolutely.

Fu Jincheng just came out of the study.

He stepped into the room and saw a lot of crumpled paper balls thrown on the ground.

He walked to the desk. There was a piece of paper pressed by a brass paperweight. There was only a few words on the paper:

"Fu Jincheng and Shen Xiuwan divorced."

The hairpin on her hand is still beautiful and beautiful.

It's just that the writing is too cold, and there's no trace of tenderness.

No one could have imagined that a seven-year marriage would end with these nine words.

Fu Jincheng stood alone in front of his desk for a long time.

The shadow in front of the window covered his face, and it was impossible to see what kind of emotion he had on his face.

The snow is getting heavier.

When the newspaper with this notice appeared in the streets, Shen Xiuwan had already left Fu's mansion quietly, carrying the box.

She bought a newspaper from the newsboy and called a rickshaw to the train station.

There is still snow on the plane trees on both sides of the street, and the vendors have just set up their stalls. Various wonton and soup dumpling shops are emitting fragrant heat.

Shen Xiuwan was wrapped in a coat outside her cheongsam, and her off-white felt hat was pulled down low, revealing only the tip of her small, white nose and her plump, bright red lips.

The cold wind blew the circle of fox fur around her neck, and she could vaguely see the pearl necklace she had worn inside it. She was now able to control this pearl necklace perfectly and gracefully.

And at her feet, there was still the willow box she brought seven years ago.

The rickshaw passes through the alleys of Yanjing City.

Shen Xiuwan looked back for the last time.

Her love for Jincheng was like a ripple from the ground, and the turbulent love suddenly came like a sea tide, roaring in this ancient Yanjing city, subverting the first half of her life.

After today, the seven-year marriage officially ends.

Since then, the wind has stopped and the tide has stopped, he is north and she is south, and the mountains and rivers never meet again.