Divorce
Unwilling to Meet Again
I knew nothing of the zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting.
Before I married Yu Huaiqian, the matchmaker asked me what I was good at.
I thought for a long while, then said,
“Picking rice.”
The whole room burst into laughter.
Yu Huaiqian laughed too, but there was no mockery in it.
He said, “Being able to pick rice is quite good. A household still has to eat.”
He was a famously refined young gentleman of the capital.
Everyone thought he should have married that childhood sweetheart of his, the one who could compose lyrics.
But he married me.
After the wedding, we each did our part and supported each other.
I asked him if he ever found me dull.
He placed a chopstickful of greens into my bowl. “Dull is good. I’ve heard enough of all that outside.”
I remembered those words for a very long time.
Until his childhood sweetheart broke off her engagement and returned to the capital.
At the Qushui Banquet, she casually recited a single line from a new lyric.
The wine cup in Yu Huaiqian’s hand froze in midair.
After the banquet ended, he sat in the study and filled an entire page with that one line.
I picked up the paper and looked at him. He immediately reached out to snatch it away.
“Don’t look.”
I asked, “Is it so good that I can’t see it?”
He was silent for a moment, then his voice lowered.
“You wouldn’t understand anyway. Why insist on asking?”
My Darling
During the year of our purest love, Chen Ming and I shared a kiss in front of everyone when we won the Zhengfa Cup debate competition.
But later, when our son was diagnosed with autism, we both came to regret it.
After ten years of love, the wear and tear of life had transformed us from a match made in heaven into a pair of bitter rivals.
Time skipped forward to our son’s fifth birthday.
Chen Ming and I were in the car, arguing once again over our child’s illness.
Right in front of our son, we cursed each other, screaming for the other to drop dead.
The next second, an out-of-control heavy truck barreled toward us.
Chen Ming went against his instincts and jerked the steering wheel to the right, but the violent impact swallowed all the shouting and cursing anyway.
When I woke up again, we were back on the day we won the Zhengfa Cup.
This time, facing a stadium full of cheering and jeering, we pretended we barely knew each other.
Shao Wei
On April 27th, Shen Yichuan wished me a happy birthday.
I was silent for two seconds and nodded.
“I agree to the divorce.”
An awkward look crossed Shen Yichuan’s face.
“That’s not what I meant…”
He paused. “At least not today.”
I just said, “Mm.”
“Then take it as my return gift for your birthday.”
When the Flowers Fell Again
By the time the Female Lead appeared, I was already pregnant with Zhou Shiyu’s child.
I failed to fight against fate. He once risked everything to break off his engagement with her for my sake, but eventually, he grew to hate me to his very core. Even a single glance at me filled him with nothing but disgust.
Finally, I grew tired of it all. I let go of our tangled emotions and even gave up on the child.
It wasn’t until an evening six years later.
A young child knocked on my door.
With a stern, stoic expression that mimicked an adult, he said, “My dad doesn’t want me anymore. Can I stay with you?”
Wrong Love
On the day the divorce was finalized, I booked a high-speed rail ticket back to my hometown. A phone, an ID card, and a bank card with a meager balance were all I had left.
When the butler called to say the young master was crying for his mother, I finally understood that the son I had borne and his father loved the same woman.
Before the train left, I made one last promise: I would never disturb him again.
Joy at Sunset
I divorced my ex-husband because he never knew when to stop talking.
Afterward, I decided to date a mute.
My sweet young boyfriend was obedient, attentive, and exactly my type.
One day, I went to pick him up from his university.
Outside his dorm room, however, I heard him talking to his roommate.
“Yu, how long are you planning to keep pretending?”
“Until I get bored.”
Wild Bees
The day my childhood sweetheart and I had our worst fight,
he slapped me for the sake of the young woman he loved.
And I, in a fit of rage, broke three of his ribs.
He screamed that he wanted a divorce, but I refused.
I thought we would keep dragging each other down like this until the day we died.
But reality proved me wrong far too quickly.
Three months later, I fell head over heels for a sweet, innocent younger guy.
He kept chasing me for an official title.
So I had no choice but to pull that familiar number out of my blacklist.
When the call connected, the young woman’s playful voice came from the other end.
“Su Yi, you’re too late. Even if you crawl over like a dog and beg for forgiveness now, Ah Xu won’t spare you a second glance.”
Faced with her provocation, I only said calmly, “Tell Zhou Xu I want a divorce.”
The next second, the phone on the other end seemed to be snatched away. A burst of rustling static followed before Zhou Xu’s voice finally came through, trembling despite his best efforts to restrain it.
He said, “Su Yi, don’t you dare.”
Four Years After Marriage, I No Longer Love
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In the fourth year of our marriage, both Lu Jingli and I had affairs.
He kept a female college student, treating her like a treasure.
Behind his back, I supported a pure-hearted male college student, reliving the passion of youth.
I had thought he was already tired of this messy marriage.
But on the day he discovered my betrayal, he went crazy, insisting that we return to our family together.
None Is Easy
After discovering yet another mistress Jiang Chengning was keeping outside the estate, I asked for a divorce.
He looked at me coldly and did not say a single word to make me stay.
I went to another town and rented a house. That very night, some lecher crept into my bedroom.
In my panic, I smashed his head in and killed him. His family was determined to make me pay with my life.
But I did not die. I spent a month in prison. When I was finally released, the daylight was so blinding I could hardly open my eyes.
Jiang Chengning’s face was a blur before me.
“Yingying is a woman living all alone out there, and surviving is as difficult for her as it was for you. Now that you’ve experienced it yourself, can you understand her?”
This time, I did not raise my voice and argue as I used to. I only stayed silent. His voice softened.
“I never truly wanted to divorce you. I only wanted to teach you a lesson. From now on, don’t make trouble with me over Yingying again. She has not had it easy.”
I nodded obediently. Jiang Ying had not had it easy.
And Jiang Chengning could just as easily make sure I did not have it easy either.
I returned to the Jiang Family and became his wife again. Once more, he brought up taking Jiang Ying as a concubine.
This time, I agreed. Not only did I feel sorry for Jiang Ying, that poor woman-I went on to feel sorry for one woman after another.
Only much later did Jiang Chengning realize something was wrong and demand to know why I no longer cared about him the way I used to.
I sighed and explained, “None of them have had it easy.”
After My Lover Changed His Heart, I Jumped Off the Building
After my husband cheated on me, I jumped. I threw myself off the twenty-eighth floor.
The wind howled past my ears as I closed my eyes. I had already done the math. Each floor in our complex was three meters high, making the twenty-eighth floor eighty-one meters up. From the moment I leaped until I hit the ground, I would have roughly four seconds.
Minutes earlier, my final conversation with Bai Yan had ended in disaster. I had screamed and ranted hysterically; I had begged and pleaded like a dog wagging its tail for scraps; I had even cursed him with the most vicious words and venomous language in existence. By the final moment, both of us were utterly drained. I sat on the edge of the balcony with my eyes rimmed red and my legs dangling in the air, asking him weakly, “Are you really set on this divorce?”
He looked at me calmly. The first time I had threatened suicide, he had been frantic with panic, but now his face held nothing but exhaustion. He asked me, “Are you quite finished making a scene?”
I said quietly, “If you leave today, I’m jumping.”
He gave me one long, deep look before turning to walk away. The door slammed shut with a deafening bang, and then I heard the sound of him waiting for the elevator.