Mr.CEO, Please Sign the Divorce Agreement
Chapter 147: When Will You Stop Humiliating Yourself?

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: When Will You Stop Humiliating Yourself?

Su Mu nodded slightly:

"Indeed, it’s not cheap, 50+ right?"

Even though Jiang Bei had always been raised like a little princess, the price of the camera still made her grimace: "A camera, that expensive? It’s enough to buy me a car. But I support you. Why not spend his money? If I were you, I would spend him into bankruptcy, although given Fu Shinian’s assets, bankruptcy might be a bit difficult."

Su Mu looked at the camera in her hand and gently stroked it a few times:

"This camera isn’t something I bought."

Jiang Bei’s chip eating paused slightly, her eyes full of confusion as she looked at Su Mu:

"Not bought by you? Then it’s... Fu Shinian?"

It seemed that no one else but him could be the giver, since aside from Jiang Bei, hardly anyone knew of Su Mu’s hobby. But why would Fu Shinian give Su Mu this? Could it be as an apology and to make amends?

Su Mu nodded:

"It must be him. I actually did buy a camera myself before, but mine was a bit cheaper, 400,000."

"So what is he trying to say? Does he want your forgiveness?"

Su Mu smiled lightly and shook her head:

"He’s not that kind of person."

Jiang Bei scoffed, right, how could she fantasize that Fu Shinian was someone who would admit his wrongs and apologize? He had always placed himself above others, completely oblivious to Su Mu’s suffering. To expect him to apologize? Maybe going to sleep would be more realistic.

Yet the mention of Fu Shinian naturally brought to Jiang Bei’s mind something she had previously forgotten. She turned around, grabbed her bag, took out her wallet, and pulled out a card to hand to Su Mu. Su Mu looked down at the familiar card and smiled faintly.

Seeing Su Mu’s smile, Jiang Bei knew there was no need to explain further:

"He gave it to me that day at the hospital. I was only focused on sending your luggage, so I forgot about the card. Here you go, don’t say you don’t want it, this is what you deserve."

Su Mu took it and casually put it aside:

"I didn’t say I didn’t want it."

There were some things Jiang Bei had been considering due to Su Mu’s mood these past days and had not said, but now she could hardly restrain herself anymore and she broached the subject:

"Susu, what exactly are your thoughts on Fu Shinian?"

Upon hearing this, Su Mu looked up at Jiang Bei, her mouth curving into a faint, shallow smile, as if she had begun to view everything with equanimity and had become indifferent:

"’What exactly are you thinking?’"

"You know better than I do. You can stay here for a while, but you can’t stay here forever. Regardless of whether it’s good or bad, there will eventually have to be a resolution between you and Fu Shinian. If you weren’t married, it might be simpler; if you no longer wanted to be together, a phone call or even a unilateral text message could end things. But you and he are legally married— even if you divorce, you’ll have to see each other again."

Jiang Bei’s words silenced Su Mu, not because she had nothing to say, nor because Jiang Bei had touched her heart, but because Su Mu had been avoiding these issues. She tried her best to relax, to clear her mind, to maintain the calmest state possible, because she didn’t want her decision to be made impulsively.

She didn’t want to regret her decision in the future.

"Haven’t figured it out yet?"

Su Mu nodded:

"I want to think this through more carefully. After all, it’s a marriage, and after all, I’ve liked him for so many years."

Jiang Bei felt an inexplicable heartache looking at Su Mu like this:

"I know that in matters of marriage, people tend to encourage sticking together rather than splitting apart. As your best friend, your confidante, the person who knows your feelings best, I should naturally want you to be happy and content. But Su Su, nobody knows better than I do how much you’ve put into this marriage. Even thinking about it makes me feel so aggrieved for you, I want to just break down and cry..."

As she spoke, Jiang Bei’s eyes reddened:

"I know not every marriage is about love, nor does every marriage have a happy ending. There may be people out there who are even more miserable and suffering than you, but they are not my family, not my friends. I feel sympathy for them, but I don’t care about them. Among all these unfortunate ones, I only care about you. Sometimes, I really don’t understand; he just saved your life once, should you really be devoting your entire being to him like this? You’ve already given him your whole youth— isn’t that enough? Are you willing to throw away even your life for him?"

"In the first month of your marriage, your uncle jumped off a building, your aunt suffered a stroke and was hospitalized, and you dealt with everything alone. He, as your lawful husband, didn’t show up from the beginning to the end. I think even if it was just a friend, or even just someone you knew, they should at least show the minimum concern, right? In the third month of your marriage, you had acute gastroenteritis, at three in the morning I admitted you to the ER. You were alone, with no one by your side—I still remember your ghastly pale face and your body convulsing in pain. Where was he?"

"Half a year into the marriage, on your birthday, you spared the daytime for me and specifically left the evening open just hoping to have dinner with him. You didn’t even want a present from him, nor did you expect him to remember your birthday. But he never came back the whole night, and the next day you found out he was on a business trip and didn’t even bother to inform you. Then there was your first anniversary, you again..."

"Xiaobei." Su Mu held her hand to interrupt her: "Don’t say anymore, I did it willingly."

"Willingly my ass!"

Jiang Bei, so outraged that she stood up from the carpet, seemed incapable of containing something within her any longer, and she didn’t want to. Pacing in place, her breath grew heavy. Finally, she forced herself to calm down:

"Su Su, you’re not a masochist. You just liked him, and he took advantage of your feelings for him to treat you with such disrespect and hurt you. It’s been 7 years, and even after marriage, two years have passed. Why do you have to demean yourself like this? Why do you have to push yourself to this point? Even Bai Suzhen had a time limit for repaying her debt. How long will you humiliate yourself?!"

Jiang Bei looked at her, frustrated and disappointed:

"Do you have any idea how much it hurts me to see you like this? Do you know that I want you to be happier than me? I would kill Fu Shinian in a heartbeat for treating you like this, seeing your earnest feelings as worthless. But I dare not; I’m afraid you would hate me. I also don’t know who matters more to you in your heart— me or Fu Shinian..."

Su Mu also stood up from the carpet and gently embraced an agitated Jiang Bei, patting her back and timing each pat to her breathing:

"Xiaobei, you’re my family. After my dad died and my mum lost consciousness, you became my only family in this world. What’s between us goes beyond friendship; we’re essentially family. But Fu Shinian is different; he’s love..."

"You of all people know, he was my entire youth. Leaving him would be devastating. It’s not that I can’t divorce him, nor do I want to degrade myself. I’m just... just scared that if I really leave him, I won’t know how to live..."