Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Han Moli realized that he had been trapped by Zhuge Qinuo.

It would be absolutely no problem for her to go to court with the evidence he had seen and not seen to force him to leave the house. So he had already decided to sign.

Just as he was about to put pen to paper, Yang Qian held his hand and whispered in his ear, "Anything else is fine. Just give up such a small, broken company and give it to her. You have all the clients and resources. She doesn't know anything and will be useless sooner or later. Let's start a new business and bring out the client projects. What's the point of her keeping an Airbus company? Besides, I will bring in all the resources."

The voice was not loud, but Zhuge Qinuo heard it clearly.

Even if she couldn't hear it, she had already guessed what Yang Qiang would say to Han Moli.

But Yang Qiang was not the focus of her concern.

The key point still lies with Han Moli.

She had considered the consequences of not being able to reach an agreement on this condition, which was that Han Moli would abscond with the money and quit his job to start a new company, leaving her with a mess. Although she was mentally prepared and had thought about how to deal with it, she still wanted to gamble on his conscience.

"There are so many construction sites, more than just a license can solve the problem." He pushed Yang Qiang's hand away and signed.

Although Han Moli disappointed her in marriage, he still maintained a sense of responsibility towards his career.

This was a risky move, and was Zhuge Qinuo's final punishment for Han Moli's disloyalty.

She succeeded.

Zhuge Qinuo received the document calmly, as if he was holding Han Moli's judgment book.

Slowly organize the various documents.

"Mom and Dad, you go back first. It's over, it's all over. I've packed my things and want to go home for dinner." Zhuge Qinuo and Zhuge Nan said.

After watching the two elders leave angrily, she went straight upstairs to pack her things without even looking at Han Moli and the others.

She had almost finished packing her things, trying not to leave anything related to her behind. She even packed up all the used sheets and quilts and prepared to throw them away.

She succeeded, but even after that, she still shed tears when she saw so many packages of different sizes in front of her.

Ten years have passed, and that’s all that’s left of all traces of life.

The call from the moving company interrupted my thoughts.

She calmed herself down and put on some light makeup.

She looked at herself in the mirror. The redness of her eyes seemed less obvious, but her skin was definitely less tight.

She threw the outfit she was wearing into the trash can and put on the custom-made dress she had prepared for herself. She didn't have a big frame, so the dress still made her look thin, but it couldn't hide her small belly.

Zhuge Qinuo cheered himself up, tightened his abdomen, took a deep breath, and went downstairs.

Yang Qiang and Han Moli hadn't left yet. His parents might have gone back to their room.

When Yang Qian saw Zhuge Qinuo appear, she folded her arms over her chest and stared at her as she walked down the stairs step by step.

She made a comparison in her mind. After changing her clothes and putting on makeup, her temperament was indeed different, but so what? How could it compare to her own curvy figure, slim waist and plump buttocks?

He walked over with the stride of a winner: "The clothes are nice, but the shoes don't match." Yang Qiang smiled disdainfully.

Zhuge Qinuo looked up and nodded at Yang Qiang, who was dressed and made up exquisitely, and half a head taller than her because she was wearing high heels. She didn't know why, as a mistress, she could be so calm and arrogant.

She didn't want to respond at first. She walked past Yang Qiang and took a split second to look at Han Moli, who was sitting on the sofa behind her and looking at her. Then she lowered her head to look at the slippers on her feet. She smiled and said to Yang Qiang, "Yes, it's indeed inappropriate."

So she opened her shoe closet, where her last pair of shoes was, a pair of stiletto heels.

She took it out and put it on the ground, pulled her feet out of the slippers, put them into high heels, then half squatted down to pick up the slippers and threw them into the trash can.

When she finally stood up straight, she no longer had to look up to meet Yang Qiang's eyes.

If such a thing as thoughts really existed, Zhuge Qinuo believed that at the same height, when she gave Yang Qian this look, countless light particles must have turned into two sharp blades and shot into her eyes.

"Wait!" Yang Qian called out to Zhuge Qinuo.

Yes, she must have been stabbed. Otherwise, how could she hear anxiety in Yang Qiang's two words.

Zhuge Qinuo just steadied his body and was about to leave without saying anything.

"What do you mean?" Yang Qiang's voice became louder and louder, so loud that Han Moli had to come over to prevent the two women from fighting over him.

He walked over and stood behind Yang Qiang.

Since signing the company's stock purchase agreement, Yang Qian has become much less calm, and Zhuge Qinuo has also obtained the desired result.

In fact, she didn't want to argue any more, but it was true that the grievance and anger in her heart could not be instantly soothed by the contract in her hand and the money she had exchanged for her youth and marriage.

I will not offend others unless they offend me. Zhuge Qinuo has always been a vengeful person.

She could endure it before, but now she doesn't have to.

"Did I say anything? You said my shoes were ugly, and I said yes. Did I say anything else?"

Yang Qian asked what Zhuge Qinuo meant by his indifferent attitude towards her. Zhuge Qinuo did not say anything, so Yang Qian was stunned by her question.

"Besides, what else can I mean? You got what you wanted. You won."

Zhuge Qinuo tried his best to make his voice sound pale.

Yang Qiang listened to her words and was sure that she was admitting defeat, like a winner enjoying the fruits of her labor: "Love has no distinction between winning and losing. I love Moli. Very much." Yang Qiang always remembered to hold Han Moli's heart tightly.

Zhuge Qinuo knew that Yang Qian was already in control, but she couldn't control her pride at all.

Zhuge Qinuo smiled weakly. The moment he lowered his head and raised it again, tears appeared in his eyes: "Thank you, thank you for your affirmation of me."

Then, her eyes passed Yang Qiang and met Han Moli directly. She looked at him dimly: "I have spent ten years accompanying and getting along with the man you love. Thank you for liking the work I nurtured with love."

Zhuge Qinuo addressed every word to Yang Qian, but her eyes never left Han Moli.

This look, coupled with what she said, petrified Han Moli.

She had never said the word "love" to him for 10 years. But she said it now.

Even when he heard it in such a situation, he still felt it was extremely precious, so precious that he began to waver and doubt his choice.

"From now on, this man and this family will be handed over to you."

After saying this, Han Moli clearly saw tears as big as beans sliding down from Zhuge Qinuo's eyes.

The trace of the falling tears crossed Zhuge Qinuo's face and also like a knife, cut open Han Moli's heart.