After rebirth, Yan Shao can't climb high

After dinner, Jing Wanwan said to Aunt Chen: "Aunt Chen, please go upstairs and help me lift the bottom box in the closet."

"Young lady, are you going away?"

"No."

"Are you alone? Aren't you going, Master?"

Jing Wanwan was stunned for a moment, "Aunt Chen, I'm going to divorce Yan Tingjue, so don't call me Young Madam from now on."

"The old man likes you very much, won't he let the young master divorce you?"

"What's the use of his old man's liking? The relationship is a matter between two people. A twisted melon is not sweet."

Aunt Chen also knew what Jing Wanwan did to marry Yan Tingjue.

"Young Madam, don't be sad, what those people outside say is irresponsible."

"Who hasn't had the time when he was young, when he was desperate for love!"

"The young master is also stupid. He always knew that he was wronged in this marriage. But he never thought that you, a girl, would risk everything to follow him, and how many people would be scolded by you!"

Jing Wanwan's eyes were red, and she wanted to cry a little.

In the whole of Kyoto, when she found out that she was posting to Yan Tingjue, the words she heard the most were 'shameless' and 'garbage'.

No one has ever thought about it from her perspective.

No one knew that Yan Tingjue's drugging had nothing to do with her.

She didn't enter his room on purpose, so that the Yan family could see them sleeping on the same ground.

She is also a victim.

She did not deny that she was really complacent at the time, thinking that she could get true love by making mistakes.

Who would have thought...

"Forget it, it's over."

She still has chickenpox, and she has no strength.

Aunt Chen went upstairs and found the box. The zipper was broken, so she lifted it up and opened it.

I saw some clothes of girls inside.

White T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a small backpack.

She looked up at the closet, and it was full of all kinds of famous brand dresses, elegant, noble, and mature.

Ever since she married the young master, the young lady has always cared about her clothes, for fear of embarrassing the young master.

Now, the young lady was leaving, but she didn't bring a single piece of clothes from the closet, only what she brought when she came here.

Thinking about it, it's not worth it for the young lady.

"Young Madam, your box is broken, so I changed it for a new one on my own."

Jing Wanwan looked over and saw that the box belonged to Yan Tingjue.

She took out a wad of banknotes from her small backpack.

"Aunt Chen, please give him the box money."

"Young lady, don't you want to bring some clothes and jewelry? Your suitcase is full of clothes from a year ago."

Jing Wanwan smiled openly: "They belong to Mrs. Yan Shao, and I, Jing Wanwan, don't deserve to have them."

"I'll let the driver take you."

"Excuse me." Jing Wanwan was as polite as a guest.

The driver was driving her, thinking that as a young lady this year, she didn't have the airs of a young lady at all.

Thinking of how the young master turned a blind eye to the young lady, I couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

"Young Madam, you still have to go to the hospital to hang the medicine for a few days, I will accompany you these few days."

"No need. Let him know later, and he will say that you can't figure it out."

She didn't want to hurt others to be scolded.

The driver was indeed afraid of Yan Tingjue, so he didn't force him, took Jing Wanwan to the hospital and left.

Jing Wanwan dragged her suitcase into the hospital alone, and lined up to get the medicine and get an injection.

She was sitting there hanging water, with a suitcase beside her, which looked very abrupt and attracted the attention of many people.

But she didn't care at all, she seemed to stay out of it, sitting there and wandering away.

She was thinking about the car accident in her previous life.

The car failed, the seat belt snapped, and the airbag didn't deploy.

Someone put her to death.

Even though Yan Tingjue didn't want to see her, even though Yan Tingjue was famous for being ruthless in Kyoto, she also understood him.

The car accident had nothing to do with Yan Tingjue.

If he wanted to kill her, he would have done it long ago.

The only person who could make her doubt was the Jing family.

The employees of Yan's Group came for a medical examination today.

As the president, Yan Tingjue must take the lead and perform a physical examination.

When he finished the physical examination and was about to leave, he passed by the window of the infusion room and glanced inadvertently.

He saw Jing Wan Wan at a glance.

He stopped and looked through the window.

I saw her sitting there like an emotionless machine infusing fluid.

It seems that he is really sick, and he has all come for an infusion.

"Mr. Yan, there is a meeting at one o'clock in the afternoon..."

Following Yan Tingjue's gaze, Zhou Zhu saw the president's wife and was a little dazed.

"President Yan, the wife of the president is infusing there alone, do you want someone to take care of her?"

He guessed blindly that Boss Yan suddenly saw that the wife of the president was not leaving, so he must be a little worried about the wife.

"She looks like she needs someone to take care of?" Yan Tingjue's words were full of sarcasm.

Zhou Zhu dared not speak with a sullen face, "..."

The president's wife looks distraught and lonely.

"Zhou helps you pick up the car, I'll be there in a while."

Zhou Zhu didn't dare to scribble, he hurriedly glanced at Mr. Yan who was walking towards the infusion room, and headed towards the parking lot.

Just as Jing Wanwan was thinking about when to take some time off, she gave the divorce agreement to Yan Tingjue.

He was brought back to his senses by the shadow he walked over.

She frowned, "Why are you here?"

Suddenly, she wasn't as paranoid as before.Ask him if he's not feeling well.

It's a nice change.

"Why, are you worried that I'm unwell?"

Yan Tingjue made a passionate satire.

Jing Wanwan was not in the mood to tangle with him, and lowered her eyes to stare at the ground.

I don't want to talk to him.

On the spot, Yan Tingjue had the illusion that she would rather look at the floor than see him.

what happened?

Didn't she love him to death?

Why has it changed since yesterday?

"Jing Wanwan, I'm talking to you."

"Oh." Jing Wanwan thought for a while, and took out a document from the suitcase regardless of the needle on the back of her hand.

"Sign it."

Yan Tingjue: "..."

"It's good to meet you, so I don't have to go to your company to look for you again."

Yan Tingjue never dreamed that one day Jing Wanwan would be so impatient to divorce him.

"You must be someone outside, right? Jing Wanwan, let me tell you, don't get what you want, just cross the river and destroy the bridge! I, Yan Tingjue, am not a plaything!"

Jing Wanwan raised her head, "What do I want? I don't even know what I want now."

She hooked the corner of her mouth, "Don't describe you as a plaything, that's an insult to a plaything."

She looked at him with sharp and indifferent eyes.

There is no previous affectionate style, obsession with him.

"After all, I, Jing Wanwan, have never played with you, have I?"

Even if it was a conspiracy three years ago, they just accidentally fell asleep and did nothing.

If you tell it, no one will believe it.

She has been married to him for so long and is still a virgin.

Scenes from the past emerged, all of which were her, Jing Wan Wan, brazenly flattering him.

He loathes her, alienates her, and despises her.

"Yan Tingjue, you are free."