Mr.CEO, Please Sign the Divorce Agreement
Chapter 113 Cold War

Chapter 113: Chapter 113 Cold War

Wei Shaoqin was stunned when he heard this.

He felt that he was such an idiot today. In his eagerness to break into the conversation between the two women, he blurted out the matter of the film studio without thinking. Now he wasn’t worried about whether he could talk to them nicely, but whether he could leave this private room alive.

With a forced smile, Wei Shaoqin’s pleading eyes fell on Su Mu. He was somewhat adept at gauging the situation, and given the choice between Su Mu and Jiang Bei, Su Mu seemed the more approachable. But Su Mu quietly looked away, ignoring his plea for mercy.

Jiang Bei saw Wei Shaoqin’s gaze and said coolly,

"Do your eyes feel uncomfortable?"

"No," Wei Shaoqin immediately replied, "I just remembered... I just thought of something else I have..."

"Even if you have the most important thing to do, you still have to explain yourself clearly to me." Jiang Bei fixed her gaze on him firmly. "Based on my intuition, I have guessed that this incident is not unrelated to you. Now it’s a matter of whether you decide to confess and ask for leniency, or if you plan to stubbornly resist to the end?"

Wei Shaoqin wanted to cry. How had his life’s glories been ruined by these two young ladies?

After Wei Shaoqin quickly recounted the events, as expected, Jiang Bei flared up again. If it hadn’t been for the fact that the food hadn’t arrived yet, Wei Shaoqin seriously doubted she would hold back from throwing everything at him.

But Wei Shaoqin was also a man who owned up to his actions. He confessed to what he had done without any denial and learned about the seriousness of the affair under Jiang Bei’s stern guidance. He accepted it humbly, sincerely admitted his wrongdoing, and promised he would never again make a joke about human life. He also hoped she would be merciful and spare him this time.

Jiang Bei seemed tired of speaking and reluctantly leaned back in her chair, looking somewhat sorrowful:

"When you have the time, you can come to our emergency department to see what we do every day. We are always racing against time, snatching lives from the jaws of death. They say doctors become more and more desensitized to life and death as they practice over the years, treating such matters with indifference. I thought I would feel the same, but even now, I can be downhearted all day because we couldn’t save a patient, or feel a great sense of achievement from snatching a life back from the edge of death. I believe this is the significance of my job, and in my next life, I still want to be a doctor."

"Actually, my greatest wish is not to be a doctor, but to hope that one day this world will no longer need doctors—that everyone will not get sick, that everyone will be healthy and without worry, with only the natural aging process, and no sickness or death."

Su Mu always knew that Jiang Bei greatly respected her profession, but this was the first time she heard such an emotional statement from her. She gently held her hand and gave her a slight smile:

"You are my pride."

Wei Shaoqin was not a sentimental person, but at that moment, touched by Jiang Bei’s words, he looked at her and said,

"Dr. Jiang, after hearing what you just said, I am utterly ashamed. I swear that I will never do such a disrespectful thing to life again, and please supervise me at all times in the future."

Jiang Bei chuckled:

"I can’t be bothered to watch over you, but don’t let me catch you. This time I let you off because I saw Su Mu was okay. Next time, I definitely won’t let it go so easily."

"Yes, yes, yes, Heroine Jiang, I really won’t dare again."

——

When Su Mu got home, Fu Shinian had not yet returned, and if her hunch was correct, he wouldn’t be coming back tonight.

After taking a bath, Su Mu lay in bed and read for a while, but half an hour passed, and her eyes were still fixed on the first line. No longer wanting to do things that were a waste of time and meaningless, she put down the book. At that moment, she saw her mobile phone lying on the bedside table. After a pause, she picked it up and sent a WeChat message to Wen Han.

——What’s your bank card number? I’ll transfer the money to you.

When Wen Han received the message, he had just stepped out of Wen Shaoyuan’s room. Surprised, he read the notification—it was from Su Mu.

The previous incident had made Wen Han realize that Su Mu was not as affluent as she seemed. At first, he thought she simply liked a wealthy man and now wanted financial independence without her partner finding out about her debts, so he had helped out willingly.

But now he clearly understood that Su Mu was Fu Shinian’s wife, meaning she didn’t actually lack money. For Su Mu to still act like a regular worker under such circumstances meant either Fu Shinian was very clear about his own financial boundaries with her, or she didn’t want people to think she was with him just for his money.

It was obvious that Fu Shinian wouldn’t fit the former description.

Therefore, it must be the latter. However, she had persisted for so long, and now she suddenly wanted to repay her debt to him. With the day’s news adding to the mix, unless Fu Shinian had learned something from the note, Wen Han couldn’t think of any other reason.

He texted back:

——Did your husband find out something? I’m sorry, I didn’t think yesterday that Fu Shinian would be your husband, so I didn’t put away the note in time. I am not in a rush for that money, so you can repay it slowly as we originally agreed.

Su Mu replied quickly:

——Thank you, but you don’t need to feel sorry. This has nothing to do with you. As for the money, I think it’s better to repay you as soon as possible. Just send me your card number.

Wen Han stared at the WeChat message for a few seconds, then still edited and sent his card number before striding back to his room. When he emerged from the bathroom after his shower, there lay a silent notification on his phone—a bank balance reminder of an incoming fund of 820,000 yuan.

She had included the interest.

Without replying, Wen Han tossed his phone aside.

——

Su Mu’s intuition had not been wrong; Fu Shinian did not return to Bishui Yuntian that night. She knew there was bound to be a cold war between them, and she was prepared for it. What she didn’t expect was the cold war to last this long. In her marital memory with Fu Shinian, there had never been a cold war of such length.

It had been nearly half a month since she’d seen Fu Shinian. Normally, she would have called him by now, or gone to look for him, even if she wasn’t at fault. She always gave in to make peace, compromising all her dignity and temper. She was always the one who conceded.

But this time, Su Mu held back. She neither called him nor went looking for him.

Not because she didn’t miss him, but because she suddenly saw the light. Her constant concessions and retreats did not make Fu Shinian pay more attention to her. A woman without her own opinions, who only knows dependence, is inherently charmless.