Hot wife from 70s made a lot of money after divorce

That vixen who seduced the lady must be damned!

Yang Qingheng looked at the phone that no one answered, her lips tightened, and her eyes couldn't help but worry.

Tang Bainian has always had a strong sense of time. He would usually let him know in advance if he was unable to come. Today was the first time he encountered this situation. He didn't know if he had encountered some unexpected situation. He was about to go to the work to see Tang Bainian, but he turned around. She found that the man had crossed the street and walked in front of her.

"I just took over, there are too many trivial matters, I'm late," Tang Bainian said embarrassedly, "Did I waste your time."

"No delay, I don't have anything to do this afternoon." Yang Qingheng shook his head tolerantly, without complaining at all, and glanced at the time, "While the staff haven't gotten off work yet, let's go and complete the process now."

Tang Bainian followed silently.

Yang Qingheng walked in front and didn't notice anything strange about him. She found a seat and lined up on her own. She was familiar with this process. After all, she had been divorced once before and she didn't let Tang Bainian interfere at all.

The staff member looked at her watch countless times, silently counting the time to get off work, looking tired. Until Yang Qingheng handed her the ID card, she still had a listless look on her face.

After carefully checking the documents of the two of them, she subconsciously raised her head and saw two enlarged handsome faces. She was stunned for a second and stupidly stretched out a finger: "Where is the wedding place?"

"Comrade, we are here for a divorce." Yang Qingheng looked at her confused look with a gentle smile in her eyes.

"Oh...ah?!" The girl subconsciously wanted to return the ID to them. When she realized what Yang Qingheng was talking about, her glasses slipped to the tip of her nose and she hurriedly held them up.

There are really few people getting divorced these days, and the two handsome men and beauties in front of her are so matched. She really can't believe that such a well-matched person can actually get divorced.

No matter which one of these two is given to her, she will be locked up for the rest of her life.

The little girl looked at the two people in front of her, swallowed involuntarily, and stretched out her hand: "Marriage certificate."

"Here." Yang Qingheng took out the certificate from her bag. There was no marriage certificate these days, just a certificate with their names printed on it, without even a photo.

A couple only had one, and last night she was afraid that Tang Bainian would forget to take it, so she put it in her bag in advance.

"Why do you want a divorce?" The girl looked up at the two of them and immediately added, "This is the process."

It's really not her gossip.

Tang Bainian groaned and was silent for a long time without thinking of a reason.

That doesn't mean he wants to leave.

The girl was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Yang Qingheng, thinking to herself that it was really not her gossip.

"The relationship between husband and wife has broken down. I don't like him anymore. Is this okay?" Yang Qingheng said with a calm face and said the words as calmly as eating and drinking.

Although Tang Bainian knew that she had no feelings for him, his heart still couldn't stop twitching and his nose seemed like he couldn't breathe.

When he didn't hear the answer from the person next to him, Yang Qingheng turned his head and looked over.

Tang Bainian was silent for a moment, then lowered his head in a disguised manner. His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but somehow it made people feel that he had exhausted all his strength: "Yes."

Yang Qingheng couldn't see his expression clearly, but the girl sitting on the chair could see it. The corners of the man's eyes were red, his eyes were deep-set, and his dark eyes were trying their best to suppress his emotions, but it made people look even sadder.

She pursed her lips and couldn't bear it anymore. It was the first time she wanted to persuade him to make peace so strongly. She looked at Yang Qingheng hesitantly: "Look at this certificate. You have been married for more than five years. If you and your wife fight at the end of the bed, how about you stop fighting again?" Think about it? Calm down and come back after thinking it over clearly."

Those words were like a sudden burst of fireworks in the dark night. Tang Bainian's heart, which had sunk to the bottom of the valley, rose up. The palms in his sleeves shrank, and the purple blood vessels on the back of his hands beat nervously.

"We have already thought it through when we come today. Sister, you don't need to persuade us, just follow the process." Yang Qingheng shook his head.

The most painful thing is to finally see hope, only to suddenly fall into darkness the next second.

Tang Bainian felt that he could no longer breathe, and the dense pain spread from his heart to his whole body.

For the first time in my life, I tasted cowardice.

He wanted to escape from here like a coward, and he wanted to hold her shoulders firmly and say, Yang Qingheng, I like you.

But he can't.

Tang Bainian knew better than anyone that if he said these words, all the lies he had told in front of Yang Qingheng over the years would be exposed, and all his unflattering thoughts would be exposed in front of her. Maybe he wouldn't even be able to keep his identity as a friend.

At this moment, Tang Bainian was extremely rational and emotional.

When Yang Qingheng looked to him for advice, he could only nod stiffly like a puppet.

The girl did not expect that her words did not make Yang Qingheng feel any softer, but instead made her feel even more guilty towards Tang Bainian. She quietly went through the divorce process and handed the documents to Yang Qingheng.

The sizzling sound of the printer seemed to be infinitely amplified. Tang Bainian almost numbly took the certificate handed over by Yang Qingheng and followed her outside in a daze.

"It's not time to get off work yet. I have to go back for a meeting. Do you want to give you a ride?" Yang Qingheng turned to look at Tang Bainian. She happened to pass by her home on her way to the company.

Tang Bainian shook his head, without even looking into her eyes, and turned around and walked towards the far side of the street: "No, I have some things to deal with when I get back to work, so you go first."

His voice was tight, and his usually gentle voice actually had an air of indifference.

Even the driver beside him heard it, but Yang Qingheng rarely cared. He opened the door and got in: "Let's drive."

The sound of wheels crushing the ground became farther and farther until it disappeared, taking away all Tang Bainian's strength.

He almost fell down and sat down in a narrow corner of the wall. All his emotions were like a gushing river, drowning him and taking away his breath.

He had always believed that as long as the relationship between Song Hengjue and Yang Qingheng was the same as before, his marriage to Yang Qingheng would not end. However, Yang Qingheng's "dislike" in the Civil Affairs Bureau cruelly and indifferently broke all his self-deception.

The problem between him and Yang Qingheng has never been about Song Hengjue, let alone time.

Yang Qingheng won't like him, he didn't like him before, and he won't like him in the future.