Mr.CEO, Please Sign the Divorce Agreement
Chapter 290: Three Years Later

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Three Years Later

When Lawyer Zhang passed the signed divorce agreement to Fu Shinian for his review, he glanced at it and asked:

"Did she cry?"

Lawyer Zhang affirmed:

"Yes, she hesitated for a long time, but she eventually signed the document. Anyone could see Mrs. Fu’s reluctance."

Qiao Yu and Ji Nanfeng sat on the sofa, exchanging glances without saying a word.

Fu Shinian looked at the agreement silently for a while and then handed it back to Lawyer Zhang:

"Please take care of the matters at the Civil Affairs Bureau as well."

"Understood."

After Lawyer Zhang left, neither Qiao Yu nor Ji Nanfeng wanted to say more. What was the use of speaking now? The marriage was dissolved, and even if there were bitter reasons, even if there was reluctance, the end had come. One could see Fu Shinian’s despondency, but the path was his own choosing. If he wanted Su Mu to live, he would have to die himself.

Ji Nanfeng, who couldn’t stand oppressive atmospheres, rose from the sofa:

"Now that the divorce is final, Wen Han and Wei Shaoqin are taking turns accompanying Su Mu. Plus, our people have been there in secret, so there are no safety issues to worry about. You should focus on your recovery and dealing with the old lady’s illness."

Fu Shinian glanced at him:

"I know."

"Alright, I won’t say more. You take care, I’ve got things to attend to."

The moment he opened the door, Song Yi was just about to come in. Colliding face-to-face with Ji Nanfeng, he nodded slightly in greeting and stepped inside, looking at Fu Shinian with a somewhat anxious expression:

"Mr. Fu, an hour ago, your mother returned to the old house."

That sentence gathered everyone’s gaze on Fu Shinian, yet he showed no particular emotion, not even an unnecessary expression. It seemed as though he had anticipated all this, or as if he had everything under control.

——

Three years later, Provence, France

Su Yimo, wearing a white short-sleeve T-shirt and lantern denim bib shorts, with a handwoven straw hat on her head, wandered leisurely through the lavender fields with a children’s camera in hand, incessantly muttering to herself:

"I am born to this family, I am born to this family, I am born to this family..."

When her phone hanging around her neck rang, Su Yimo stopped in her tracks. Her chubby hands clumsily took hold of the phone, seeing that it was a video call from Wei Shaoqin. She cheerfully tried to press the answer button but discovered she couldn’t do it while holding the camera in her other hand.

Su Yimo crouched down, set the camera beside her feet, pressed the answer button, and the moment she saw Wei Shaoqin, she cheerfully called out:

"Daddy Wei!"

Wei Shaoqin’s face on the screen smiled like a blooming sunflower: "My dearest, dearest little treasure, what are you up to right now? Did you miss Daddy?"

Su Yimo shook her head, pouting her rosy lips with a hint of grievance:

"I do miss you in my heart, but I won’t admit it."

Wei Shaoqin, melted by Su Yimo’s words and her proud little expression, softened his voice even more:

"Sweetheart, what do you mean by that?"

"You guess."

Wei Shaoqin was supposed to accompany her to Provence this time, not for any particular reason, but simply because he felt it was worth it to accompany Su Yimo. However, an emergency at the company forced him to cancel last minute. Perhaps that was why he had upset the little princess, especially since Su Mu could be too busy to fully take into account her daughter’s feelings.

"Then I’ll catch today’s flight over to be with you, okay?"

"Don’t." The little princess haughtily turned her head aside, "Su Mu told me that a melon forcibly twisted off its vine isn’t sweet."

Wei Shaoqin coaxed her cheerfully and only when the little princess smiled again did he dare to ask about Su Mu:

"Where’s mommy?"

"Su Mu is taking photos." She said as she stood up, pointing her phone’s camera towards a short-haired woman in a white shirt nearby, adjusting the angle of her own camera from time to time: "See? She only has work in her heart, not Qiqi."

"Saying that about mommy will make her sad, you know."

Wei Shaoqin was just about to adopt an educational tone when Su Yimo cut him off:

"Wei Daddy, you’re an adult, how can you be so easily fooled? Su Mu loves me, of course I know that."

Wei Shaoqin smiled helplessly:

"You little imp."

"No more talking now, I’m going to find Su Mu, she’ll be worried if she can’t see me."

"Go ahead then, when you come back, daddy will pick you up from the airport."

Su Yimo grinned happily: "Okay, goodbye Wei Daddy."

After hanging up the phone with Wei Shaoqin, Su Yimo squatted down to pick up her camera from the ground and slowly made her way towards Su Mu.

Su Yimo walked along, playing as she went, and by the time she reached Su Mu’s side, Su Mu had just finished the last set of photos. Standing behind her, Su Yimo held a handful of lavender flowers she had picked casually, her eyes crinkling into a smile as she looked at Su Mu’s model:

"Sister, you’re so beautiful, I picked flowers for you."

Su Mu, hearing this, turned around to look at the little sprite behind her and smiled faintly, reaching out to touch her hat: "Where did you run off to?"

"Just wandering around." Having said this, Su Yimo stepped towards the female model, extending the bouquet of lavender flowers with both hands: "Sister, this is for you. You’ve worked hard today on the shoot."

Sun Raorao was actually somewhat inconvenienced in her wedding dress but still squatted down to meet Su Yimo eye-to-eye as she took the flowers. Rarely seeing such a beautiful and adorable child, she couldn’t help but reach out to touch Su Yimo’s little face:

"Thank you. What’s your name?"

"Su Yimo, sister can call me Qiqi."

Sun Raorao smiled gently at Su Mu:

"Your child?"

Su Mu nodded: "Yes, she’s a bit mischievous."

"She’s very pretty, and very cute."

Su Mu’s gaze landed on Su Yimo, filled with happiness: "Thank you."

Three years ago, Su Mu had been taken under the wing of internationally renowned photographer Li Yue, and now she was quite famous in the entire photography circle, a preferred photographer for many well-known magazines, and she also had her own studio.

Her trip to Provence was because the magazine intended to feature a wedding dress theme in the special issue for next month’s Qixi Festival. They wanted to use a loving couple from the entertainment industry as models, and Su Mu gladly accepted the job. Sun Raorao was the model she had chosen.

Sun Raorao and Wei Shaoqin had once had a brief romance. Su Mu had met her once on a film set, and in the three years since, Sun Raorao had become a sought-after leading lady in the film industry and had also found her other half in life.

After the shoot, Su Mu handed the equipment over to her assistant Lin Ning to pack up, and she herself, holding Su Yimo’s hand, slowly strolled back through the lavender fields as the setting sun’s afterglow stretched their two long shadows across the ground.

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