CEO's Secret Pet: Woman, You Can't Escape Even If You Have Wings

In the spacious and quiet villa hall, the sun shines through the huge French windows and onto the polished marble floor, forming patches of bright light. The gorgeous chandelier hangs from the ceiling, emitting a soft light, but the atmosphere in the hall seems particularly depressing at this moment.

Jiang Xiyan was the first to break the silence. He slowly turned away from the window, his eyes shifted from the garden outside the window to Xia Qingcheng. There was a hint of determination in his eyes, as if he had made an irreversible decision. He cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Qingcheng, let's talk." His hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his body leaned forward slightly, as if preparing for what he was about to say.

Xia Qingcheng nodded slightly. She sat on the sofa, with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes. Her fingers gently twisted the corner of her clothes, which had been wrinkled by her. She pursed her lips slightly and replied softly, "Okay." She glanced at Jiang Xiyan, a trace of doubt and nervousness flashed in her eyes, and asked, "What do you want to talk about?" Her voice trembled slightly, with a hint of imperceptible fear. At this time, the hall was so quiet that only the slight breathing of the two people could be heard, and the air seemed to have solidified.

Jiang Xiyan glanced at Xia Qingcheng, his eyes were cold. He strode to the coffee table, reached out and pulled out a divorce agreement from the file bag beside him, and threw it in front of her without hesitation. The agreement drew an arc in the air, like a cold lightning, and then fell lightly on the coffee table in front of Xia Qingcheng. The sound of the paper falling was particularly abrupt in the quiet hall, as if it knocked on Xia Qingcheng's heart. Jiang Xiyan coldly spat out two words: "Divorce." His tone was cold and resolute, as if these two words had been brewing in his heart for a long time. There was no expression on his face, as if he was wearing a cold mask, making it impossible for people to glimpse the slightest ripple in his heart. The temperature in the hall seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant. Xia Qingcheng felt as if she was in an ice cellar, and the cold spread from the bottom of her heart.

The divorce agreement clearly states:

1. Both parties voluntarily dissolve their marriage.

2. The distribution of property is as follows: the property purchased jointly after marriage belongs to Xia Qingcheng, and Jiang Xiyan voluntarily gives up the ownership of the property; the deposits under the names of both parties will be divided according to a certain ratio, with Xia Qingcheng getting 60% and Jiang Xiyan getting 40%; the vehicle belongs to Jiang Xiyan to make up for his relatively small portion in the property distribution.

3. Regarding the debt issue, the two parties have no joint debts after marriage, and the debts under their respective names shall be borne by each of them.

4. Both parties have clearly defined the issue of child custody (if there are children). If there are no children, this part is left blank.

5. After divorce, both parties shall not interfere with each other's life and shall not disclose each other's private information to others.

6. This agreement shall come into effect from the date of signing by both parties. If one party violates this agreement, the other party may bring a lawsuit to the court and require the breaching party to bear the corresponding legal liability.

Xia Qingcheng's heart seemed to be shrouded in a heavy haze, and the feeling of grievance almost overwhelmed her. Her eyes were slightly red, and her voice was trembling as she said, "I've been so good to you, how could you do this, why do you still want a divorce?" Her eyes were full of confusion and pain, as if she couldn't understand why her efforts had resulted in such a result.

Jiang Xiyan's expression was as cold as ice, and his cold eyes seemed to freeze the air around him. He said without hesitation: "You should know clearly in your heart that the person I like is Shen Jingyan." His tone was calm, but like a sharp sword, it pierced Xia Qingcheng's heart directly.

Xia Qingcheng was suddenly furious. Her face turned red with anger and she shouted, "Jiang Xiyan, could you please stop saying that the person you love is Shen Jingyan? I really hate it when you say that." She clenched her fists tightly and her body trembled slightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress the emotions that were about to explode in her heart.

Jiang Xiyan's face was still icy cold without a trace of warmth, and he responded coldly: "I'm just stating the facts." There was no ripple in his eyes, as if the angry Xia Qingcheng in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Xia Qingcheng was filled with grief and anger. Her heart seemed to be pierced deeply by countless fine needles, causing unbearable pain. "Your words are like a knife stabbing my heart. I made so many delicious meals for you, but you didn't even try them. You wanted to divorce me as soon as you walked in. Do you think I am so unpopular with you?" Her voice was filled with tears, and her eyes were fixed on the table of carefully prepared meals, full of disappointment and sadness.

Jiang Xiyan raised his chin slightly, his eyes were as cold as polar ice. He didn't even look at the food on the table, and said coldly as ice: "The food you cook is for yourself, not for me." His expression was cold and resolute, and he seemed to care nothing about it.

Xia Qingcheng's eyes widened in disbelief. Her brows knitted tightly into a deep "川" shape. One hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, and her nails almost dug into her palm. "This is all made according to your taste. I want to eat it myself. Why should I wait for you? Can you stop making excuses?" Her voice rose several decibels, filled with anger and questioning.

Jiang Xiyan's face flashed with annoyance, and his brows furrowed even more tightly, as if every word from Xia Qingcheng made him more annoyed. He frowned and responded, "I'm not making excuses, I'm telling the truth." His eyes revealed a hint of impatience, and he turned his face slightly away, not wanting to look at Xia Qingcheng anymore, as if looking at her any more would make him even more unhappy.

Xia Qingcheng's eyes were wide open, burning with anger, as if she was going to devour Jiang Xiyan. She glared at Jiang Xiyan, her body trembling slightly with anger, and even her voice trembled: "Jiang Xiyan, I've said countless times that if you want a divorce, don't even think about it." Her attitude was firm, as if she was guarding her last bottom line.

Jiang Xiyan's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it, and his tone was icy cold without a trace of warmth. There was no room for any negotiation: "I don't want to get entangled with you anymore. If you don't sign, I will file a lawsuit in court." He clasped his hands in front of his chest and looked at Xia Qingcheng firmly, as if he had made up his mind and would not change it.

Xia Qingcheng was so angry that her face turned red. Her rationality was almost completely replaced by anger at this moment. She rushed to Jiang Xiyan without hesitation, raised her hand and slapped him hard. The sound of "slap" was crisp and loud, which was particularly abrupt in the silent room. "Jiang Xiyan, do you have a heart of iron? How can you be so hard-hearted?" Her tears rolled in her eyes, and her voice trembled violently because of anger and sadness.

Jiang Xiyan said expressionlessly: "Whatever you think, I have made up my mind." His eyes were empty, as if he was unaware of Xia Qingcheng's anger and sadness, and his whole body was like a cold statue.

Xia Qingcheng burst into tears and looked at Jiang Xiyan desperately, her eyes full of helplessness and despair. Then, she turned and ran out the door, disappearing into the night. The weather tonight was very bad, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the big raindrops fell cracklingly, hitting the ground and splashing water, as if they were also crying for Xia Qingcheng's sadness.

Jiang Xiyan had just sat down for a while when he received a call from the hospital.

Xia Qingcheng was in a car accident.

Jiang Xiyan's face turned pale instantly, his body shook violently, and the car keys in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He hurriedly grabbed the car keys and rushed out the door in a panic.

Jiang Xiyan's face was solemn, and he hurried to the hospital. The corridor of the hospital was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Xia Qingcheng had been in the emergency room for three hours. During these three long hours, Jiang Xiyan seemed to have spent several centuries. He paced back and forth in the corridor anxiously, looking at the closed door of the emergency room from time to time, his eyes full of worry and anxiety.

Jiang Xiyan's face was solemn, and he hurried to the hospital. The corridor of the hospital was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Xia Qingcheng had been in the emergency room for three hours. During these three long hours, Jiang Xiyan seemed to have spent several centuries. He clenched his fists, frowned, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Sir, I'm sorry," a female doctor bowed to Jiang Xiyan, her face full of guilt. Jiang Xiyan's body suddenly stiffened, staring at the doctor. The doctor lowered her head slightly, not daring to look directly at Jiang Xiyan, "I'm really sorry, we tried our best, but we couldn't save your child."

"What..." Jiang Xiyan was struck by lightning when he heard this. He staggered and almost lost his balance. His face turned pale in an instant, and his lips trembled slightly. "My child..."

"Your child had already been miscarried when you were sent here." The doctor's voice was soft, but it hit Jiang Xiyan's heart like a heavy hammer.

Xia Qingcheng was carefully pushed out of the operating room by the doctor and nurse and slowly sent to the ward. She lay quietly on the bed, like a fragile porcelain doll. Her face was pale and almost transparent, without a trace of blood. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes, as if telling the pain and suffering she had just experienced.

The bed slid gently along the hospital corridor, making a slight sound. Jiang Xiyan followed closely beside her, his eyes never leaving Xia Qingcheng's face. His eyes were full of heartache and guilt, and with every step he took, he felt more regretful.

After entering the ward, the nurses gently placed Xia Qingcheng on the bed and adjusted the speed of the infusion and the parameters of various instruments. The white sheets set off Xia Qingcheng's frail body, making her look even more pitiful. The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and it was so quiet that only the slight sound of the instruments could be heard.