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"The marriage certificate is useless." The lawyer said awkwardly, "The key is that you two had a contract in the early stage, and you agreed to marry by agreement. The contract has each other's signatures and fingerprints, and it is legally binding. I just heard Mr. Wei say that , your contract is in duplicate, each has one copy, isn't it?"

Wei Qing was silent for a while, then nodded slowly.

"This is not easy." The lawyer shrugged. "As long as that gentleman wants to divorce, he will show the agreement, and you can get rid of this marriage in a few minutes."

The man's eyes darkened, he stared at the contract for two seconds in silence, then raised his head and said, "Is there any way to delay, that is, when the other party wants to divorce, make the divorce more difficult."

"Difficulty..." The lawyer pondered for a few seconds, raised his glasses and said, "If it's just to increase the difficulty, then there are still ways."

Wei Qing quickly leaned over: "What way?"

"Let the two of you get involved in economic interests, a little more."

Wei Qing frowned: "What do you mean?"

"That is to say, in terms of the ownership of each other's property, try to be as vague as possible. Divorce must divide the property. If the other party divorces you, and you refuse to divorce because the divorce property is not clear, then the court has nothing to do with you. You can only use mediation. The way is to let you divide the property clearly before talking about the divorce, so if you don't want to make the divorce so simple, it's best for you two to have more common property."

"Common property..." Wei Qing muttered for a while and frowned, "However, my wife divides our property very clearly. He can earn money by himself, and rarely spends the money I give. And it seems that the two of us don't have any common property..."

The lawyer pursed his lips and clicked his tongue: "Actually, there is no common property, but joint property can be created."

Wei Qing's eyes lit up: "Creation?"

"Uh..." the lawyer coughed lightly, his eyes flickering slightly, "Actually, if the other party has something of high value that you both own together, for example, a house, a car, company stocks...then... ..."

Seeing that Wei Qing became more and more silent, the lawyer forced a smile and said: "That's all for now, and with my identity, I can't say anything more. Mr. Wei can figure it out on his own."

After finishing speaking, the lawyer stood up, adjusted the hem of his suit and said, "Mr. Wei, let's stop here today, I have a client to see later."

Wei Qing also stood up, stretched out his hand and said, "It's really hard for you to make a trip, and I will treat you to dinner another day."

"There's no need for food." The lawyer smiled and shook the man's hand and said, "I wish you and your wife a happy marriage for a hundred years."

"Thank you."

Yan Chuyang was wandering on the street, he didn't want to go home.

On the one hand, the atmosphere at home was really depressing, and on the other hand, he was afraid that he would be worthless. After seeing Wei Qing, he couldn't help but took the initiative to talk to him.

Wei Qing ignored him and remained so indifferent every day, his heart crumpled uncomfortably when he saw it.

Rather than being out of breath at home, wandering around outside.

Being homeless is better than being ignored by Wei Qing.

Just wandering around like this, dawdling until nine o'clock in the evening, there was really nowhere to go, so Yan Chuyang returned home with his backpack on his back.

I thought the house was still empty and alone.

Because Wei Qing has been working overtime these days and won't be back until ten o'clock, so he doesn't know what he's busy with.

But what surprised Yan Chuyang was that when he entered the door today, the living room light was on.

For the first time, Wei Qing sat at the dining table and waited for him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man turned his head, looked at the person at the door and said, "I'm back."

Yan Chuyang hummed, and walked to the dining table step by step with small steps in disbelief.

When I saw Na Linlin's delicious food, tears almost came down.

It's been a week, Wei Qing hasn't cooked him dinner for almost a week.

Aunt Wang cooks every day, or he cooks by himself, ordering noodles hastily.

Unexpectedly, today, Wei Qing actually cooks by himself again.

Yan Chuyang suppressed his excitement, swallowed secretly, and deliberately said in a cold voice: "You haven't eaten yet."

Wei Qing hummed, and spread the table napkin on his lap.

Yan Chuyang glanced carefully at the dining table again.

Spaghetti with steak, beef brisket with tomato, and his favorite ribs and corn soup, and... even red wine!

Yan Chuyang squinted his eyes in disbelief, what day is it today, he can't drink, Wei Qing is afraid that he will drink, so there will never be any alcohol in the house.

What's the matter today, the wine is on the table.

Or, is this meal not just for him?

Yan Chuyang forced his eyes away from the food, turned his head, and said cowardly: "You eat, I'm going upstairs." Then he turned around and moved his steps reluctantly, God knows how heavy the steps are.

"Don't you want to stay for something to eat?" Wei Qing asked suddenly.

Yan Chuyang paused, snorted coldly and said, "Will you let me eat?"

"do you want to eat?"

Yan Chuyang glared at him fiercely, with past and old grievances pressed together, he wanted to speak back righteously and said: "I don't want to eat!"

But when the words came to his mouth, after Gululu turned around, he turned into, like a deflated rubber ball, "...I want to."

Wei Qing raised his eyebrows: "Sit down if you want to eat."

Yan Chuyang froze there for a while, and finally resigned to his fate and walked over obediently.

Forget it, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, so why bother to make trouble now and make things difficult for yourself.

It's not worth it to quarrel and miss a good meal.

Wei Qing took the napkin and spread it on the boy's lap. Yan Chuyang touched the wine bottle curiously, and said softly, "Why is there wine?"

"It's okay to be idle, take it out for fun, let's have a drink."

The boy frowned: "But, didn't you tell me not to let me drink?"

"It's okay." Wei Qing raised his hand, picked up the corkscrew, inserted the center into the red wine cork, turned it twice, and pulled out the cork with a bang.