Jiang Wenyuan's mind is somewhat rattled at this moment. She is not sure how to start explaining it to him.

Even if she explained, who would believe such a thing?

Moreover, she is no longer pure.

She forced a bitter smile, "So, you want a divorce?"

Zhou Yanqing looked at the red mark on her neck, his tone icy and ruthiless, "These past two years, I also bear some responsibility for letting you sleep alone. I don't blame you."

"But, I hope you will clear things up with grandfather. I can give you a last shred of dignity. He will not know about your infidelities."

Infidelity...

The word hit like a ton of bricks to her head, the corners of her eyes sour and dry, but she can only hold it back, refusing to let the tears fall.

After a long while, Jiang Wenyuan took a deep breath, raising her eyes to look at him, and asked with bitterness, "May I ...ask you a question?"

"Speak." Zhou Yanqing's tone remained calm and his gaze deep, she could not discern any emotion.

Jiang Wenyuan's eyes reddened, her lips trembling slightly, "Do you have someone else outside? In these two years since we got married, you to me ..."

She choked up, her gaze dropped, and was unable to say anything.

She bit her lips tightly, and forced herself to look at him again, "Towards me, have you ever had a shred of affection?"

Zhou Yanqing's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice low and cold, "I'm sorry."

"I told you when we got married that all I could give you was the position of Mrs. Zhou."

Jiang Wenyan was misery personified.

In the end, she didn't understand that Zhou Yanqing had already given her the answer.

"I will have the lawyer prepare the divorce agreement these two days. After signing, explain it to grandpa," Zhou Yanqing said with a nonchalant attitude, as unconcerned as one discussing the day's weather.

Upon finishing, he left the room without a second glance or sign of hesitation.

Jiang Wenyan felt a bone-chilling cold, as though she had fallen into an ice cave.

It turned out that even if he thought she had cheated, he could remain so calm, only because he never loved her!

Jiang Wenyan had known that this would be the inevitable outcome of their marriage.

Yet when that day truly arrived, she found herself not wanting to let go.

Her mind was foggy as she picked up her phone to call her best friend Ji Qiao.

As soon as she spoke, Ji Qiao noticed something was amiss and asked, "Wenyan, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

Jiang Wenyan's throat tightened and she was full of grievance but not a word could be uttered.

"Wenyan, I have an interview task tonight that may take a while. I will send you an address, come find me and after I finish, we can talk. Is that alright?" Ji Qiao suggested.

Jiang Wenyan agreed, gathered herself, and left the house.

The place Ji Qiao had to interview was a dance studio. It was reported to be the grand opening today and the owner wanted to make a booming start, organizing an interview session with TV journalists.

Once she knew that Jiang Wenyen had arrived, she took advantage of her leisure time to go downstairs and then got into her car like second nature.

"Wenyen, let me tell you, the owner of this studio is not reliable at all. The ribbon-cutting and opening were supposed to be in the morning, so I could leave work early. But she changed the time and we all had to work overtime. Have you ever heard of businesses opening in the evening?"

As soon as she got in the car, Ji Qiao couldn't hold back and started complaining.

"After all, we are in Yun City Building. It takes a pretty penny to rent even an inch of this property. The rich have the capital to be capricious," Jiang Wenyen comforted her.

However, before they could even say a few words, Ji Qiao's phone rang, pressing her to get going.

Ji Qiao asked her if she wanted to go up and take a look together, but Jiang Wenyen really had no energy and didn’t want to move, indicating that she would wait for her in the car.

Ji Qiao didn't say much more, and went upstairs.

As soon as Ji Qiao left, what Jiang Wenyen spotted not far away left her stunned.

In that moment, her pupils suddenly constricted and her breath became rapid.

She watched in disbelief as her husband stepped out of the familiar black Bentley.

His silhouette was tall and slim, and his posture was upright. Today, he is dressed in a black suit, which only magnifies his imposing aura.

He was always known for being a clothes hanger - he looked good in whatever he wore.

But the large bouquet of red roses he held in his hands blinded Jiang Wenyen like fresh blood.

Jiang Wenyen's hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, yet they still trembled uncontrollably.

Such vibrant red roses, she had never possessed before.

Her pupils contracted slightly. That man, who mentioned divorce to her in the morning, was now standing here with a bouquet of red roses in the afternoon.

Was he really in such a hurry?

Zhou Yanqing didn't notice Jiang Wenyan's car, or maybe he never cared about her.

He held the striking red flowers and walked into the Cloud City Building.

For some inexplicable reason, Jiang Wenyan got out of the car and followed him from a distance.

The entrance to the dance studio was adorned with festive decorations, and the atmosphere was filled with joy.

Ji Qiao was interviewing the studio's owner.

She was an intelligent and beautiful woman, exuding a warm and friendly smile as she spoke eloquently.

And in her hands, she held the roses Zhou Yanqing had given her.

Jiang Wenyan's mind was buzzing.

Her gaze fell on Zhou Yanqing's lips, which were curled up in a gentle smile, and a bitter feeling welled up in her heart.

So, he could smile too!

And he was capable of such gentleness!

It was just that, she was not the recipient.