The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

From Le Tian’s point of view, this man definitely had issues.

What was the point of removing the scar that had been there for ages?

Furthermore, Dong Feng was no longer important to her.

Le Tian did not answer. Ding Junqi did not seem to be waiting for her answer either because he had already made up his mind. That scar was so glaring.

While Ding Junqi and Le Tian left the production team, Xin Ya followed Sis Cat back to the place that the company had arranged for her to stay. Sis Cat had her own place, so after sending Xin Ya home and confirming that everything was fine with Xin Ya, Sis Cat told her to rest early and try to improve tomorrow.

Xin Ya answered obediently. After sending Sis Cat off, Xin Ya returned to the living room and took out the script. This time, she must memorize the entire script. Tomorrow, she must not make Master Ding angry again.

Xin Ya contemplating it silently. She even decided to skip dinner. Therefore, she sat on the carpet and started reading the cryptic terms while holding a pen in her hand.

She was merely a senior high school graduate who had chosen social sciences back in senior high. She did not even know the most basic concepts of electromagnetism, what more quantum mechanics and geometry of space.

Xin Ya chewed on the pen as she stared at the terms. When her phone rang, she picked it up.

“Hello, Mom—” Xin Ya whispered in her native language. “I’m fine. They treat me very well. Mom, don’t worry about me.” As she spoke, she forgot the word that she barely remembered.

“How is Miaomiao doing now? Is she going to enter senior high school in June? Has my dad taken out the money that I sent you? We should buy more educational books for Miaomiao.” As Xin Ya kept repeating the terms to herself, she was instantly motivated whenever she thought about her younger siblings. Her script was only five pages long. She would definitely be able to memorize them.

Xin Ya secretly clenched her fists and cheered herself on.

“When I have money, I’ll get Miaomiao and Yingying to go to school in the city,” Xin Ya said as she leaned on the table. This had always been her wish. She wanted her younger brother and sister to leave the mountains. At least, she did not want them to be like her—someone who did not even have the chance to go to university.

“Mom, I have money. The family I used to work for found me a good job and gave me a lot of money. It’s not against the law. It’s really not against the law.” As Xin Ya spoke, her brain hung onto the terms in the script, memorizing them silently.

After chatting with her mother, young brother, and younger sister, Xin Ya took a deep breath. She straightened up and clenched her fists. “All the best, Xin Ya. You can do it. Ack!”

Just as Xin Ya finished cheering herself on, she turned around and stared straight at the man who leaned against her shoulder. “You, you— Why are you here again? I, I, I’m calling the police!” Xin Ya screamed as she half rolled and half crawled away from within his embrace.

Ye Cong reached out to take the script that was filled with her child-like handwriting and laughed. “You cried because of this?”

“It’s none of your business,” Xin Ya hissed stubbornly, but she did not have the courage to snatch the script back.

Ye Cong looked at the woman who was avoiding him like the plague and plopped down on the sofa. “I’m hungry.”

Xin Ya, “…”

“Cook for me, and I’ll help you memorize all your lines today.” Ye Cong sat in a calm and composed manner and looked at the woman not far from him.

Xin Ya looked at him distrustfully. Then, her mind trailed to how fierce Ding Junqi was today. Although Big Brother Qian told her that Ye Cong was a bad person, Ye Cong had never hurt her in the few days that he met her. Other than letting her wash his clothes, of course!