After crying out a storm, Su Tingran fell into a deep sleep.
Since her husband had an affair and asked for a divorce, her nerves had never relaxed for a moment. Today she finally managed to sleep for a few hours.
Over the next week, Sheng Mumu and Qin Jiamu took turns accompanying Su Tingran.
During the day they would take her out for drives to get some fresh air and distract her.
At night they would find a comedy movie to curl up on the sofa and watch together.
Su Tingran's emotions were unstable, and she couldn't fully concentrate.
She would often start laughing while watching a movie, only to suddenly burst into tears.
Sometimes, just seeing a scene that was similar to her own experience, tears would uncontrollably start flowing, and she would immediately turn off the projector.
There was another time when she heard a certain song, and her whole body suddenly froze.
In the first few years of her marriage to Song Yue, that song was popular everywhere, and could be heard wherever they went.
The familiar music became an anchor for her memories, bringing a series of past scenes before her eyes.
As soon as the tears started flowing, they wouldn't stop.
Seeing this, Sheng Mumu and Qin Jiamu quickly came over to comfort her—
Speaking one after the other:
"The reason you feel sad is because you're cherishing your own beautiful and sincere past self, it's not that related to that scumbag."
"That's right, think about it, if it was someone else who went through those beautiful scenes with you, you would still find them beautiful."
"Yeah, what you need to do now is slowly remove the filter you've put over those memories of that scumbag."
"You're so good, so gentle and tender, being in love with anyone would give you many beautiful memories, it just happened to unfortunately be him."
Su Tingran felt they made sense, and although the tears didn't stop, their words of persuasion still sunk into her heart.
Over the next few days, one time while she was cleaning out her closet, she saw a skirt and suddenly shuddered all over.
Fragmented, scattered memories bubbled up again.
She was stunned for a long time.
She remembered that skirt.
She had worn it on their wedding anniversary one year.
Which year was it?
She suddenly couldn't remember.
No matter how hard she tried to recall, she could only remember her good mood at the time as she put on makeup and happily went to meet him.
She couldn't remember at all what he wore or what he said.
At that moment, Su Tingran suddenly realized.
Actually, cracks had appeared in her marriage to Song Yue a long time ago.
...It turned out that early on, she had been barely maintaining it by relying on a sense of self-sufficiency.
Although she realized this, it was far from easy to completely move on from the pain.
Like a severe cold—
Before the fever completely broke, there would always be recurring bouts.
Sheng Mumu and Qin Jiamu were with her as she went through the most excruciating period.
Sometimes they would curse Song Yue together as a scumbag.
Sometimes they would drink together as she cried and talked about the past.
Su Tingran knew that once the wound healed, new flesh would grow.
She would become stronger than before.
One day about a week later.
Su Tingran received a call from Song Yue.
"Tingran, I've already prepared the divorce agreement, let me know when you have time and we can meet up and sign the agreement. Dragging it out isn't a solution."
On the phone, Song Yue spoke in a low voice.
He still felt a little reluctant to part with his wife who had diligently taken care of their household for so many years.
But this slight reluctance was just a tiny bit.
It was quickly diluted by his anticipation of his new life, and the youthful image that appeared in his mind.
Song Yue paused for a few seconds, then continued speaking:
"Tingran, you haven't called me during this time, I can actually guess why—"
Song Yue was confident he understood Su Tingran.
Su Tingran didn't make noise or cause trouble, she must be trying to put pressure on him in her own way, to make him reflect on himself with her gentle blade.
He laughed lightly.
Not arguing was being virtuous, it was Su Tingran's merit, but it was also extremely boring.
Their marriage was like a stagnant pond.
Just thinking about how He Qing would pout and act coquettishly because he couldn't accompany her, how she would throw herself into his arms refusing to let him leave, a long-absent sweetness rose in Song Yue's heart. The way He Qing looked at him was always full of admiration.
Nowadays, the company was developing well, and he had made quite a bit of money too.
What else was there to pursue?
It was just this bit of delight and sense of fulfillment.
What he wanted, Su Tingran couldn't give, but He Qing could.
Song Yue steadied his resolve, and when he spoke again, his tone was colder: "I won't waver on getting divorced, even if you—"
"I have time now, just come straight to Xiyu Yue Court, we can sign the papers."
Before Song Yue could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Su Tingran's decisive, cheerful voice.
Song Yue was stunned, gripping his phone tightly as his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
After a long pause, he finally responded "Okay."
Hanging up the phone.
Suddenly a wisp of loss crept into his heart.
Why didn't she try to keep him?
Or was pretending to be casual her last move to try to keep him?
"Honey~" a young, bright voice rang out, interrupting Song Yue's thoughts.
Pulling him back from his puzzlement and incomprehension.
"Honey." He Qing came over and put her arms around Song Yue's waist, asking, "Did she agree to sign it?"
Song Yue was still thinking about Su Tingran's words just now. His tone was flat: "Mm, she agreed, I'm going over now."
"Can I go with you too? I want to accompany you there." He Qing cautiously asked.
Song Yue glanced down at her. "What are you going there for?"
He Qing's tone became weaker. "If she's upset at you and goes back on her word, unwilling to sign, I can go beg her to let us be together, okay honey?"
Song Yue was silent for a good few seconds, knowing it was very immature to bring He Qing along to discuss divorce, but his heart still softened under her gentle words.
"Okay."
After he spoke, Song Yue's gaze slowly shifted aside.
He couldn't deny it.
Just now on the phone, Su Tingran had readily agreed to sign the divorce papers, and it made him feel a bit frustrated.
He had always believed firmly that Su Tingran couldn't live without him.
After graduating, Su Tingran had married him right away. If she left behind her identity as "Mrs. Song," what else could she do? What would she do?
Song Yue had already thought up many persuasive arguments.
How to persuade Su Tingran to let go, how to get Su Tingran to accept that he no longer loved her.
But before he even had a chance to say any of this, Su Tingran had already agreed to sign the papers.
No matter how Song Yue thought about it, he couldn't figure out why.
After thinking it through repeatedly, there was only one possibility.
Su Tingran must be pretending on purpose, planning to try to keep him when they met face to face.
Since this was the case—
Bringing He Qing along would let Su Tingran completely give up hope.
On the other side.
After hanging up the phone, Su Tingran looked over at the two people beside her, took a deep breath, and said:
"He said he'll come right over to sign the divorce agreement."
Sheng Mumu and Qin Jiamu exchanged glances.
"Okay, we've prepared everything we need."
