"His name's Li Chuan, I think. And that pest Lu Qi was right there with him." "What? She dared to cheat on him!" Wang Shuqin's face darkened with fury, her voice a shrill shriek. "Has she no shame? Where is she? I'll tear her to pieces!" "Rong Shu said she's already divorced my brother!" Fu Jinglin exclaimed. Seeing the terrifying darkness on his older brother's face, he had to ask, "Is it true?" Fu Jingting's lips were pressed into a thin line. He remained silent, his expression grim—a clear, unspoken admission. For a moment, Wang Shuqin froze, a thought crossing her mind. Then, a smile bloomed on her face. "Good! It’s better that they're divorced. At least she knew her place. In my heart, Manyin is the only daughter-in-law I'll ever acknowledge. Who the hell does that woman think she is!" For some reason, Wang Shuqin’s curses grated on Fu Jingting's ears. "That's enough," he cut in. He grabbed his jacket from the side and left the house. Fu Jinglin stared after his brother's retreating figure. "Mom," he asked, stunned, "is Rong Shu really never coming back?" Wang Shuqin snorted. "Let her try! Even if she gets her divorce, she won't see a single cent of my son's money!" Fu Jinglin said nothing, his head bowed in thought. Suddenly, he felt a pair of eyes on him and looked up instinctively. Gu Manyin was standing silently by the railing; there was no telling how long she’d been there. Meeting his startled gaze, she offered a soft smile, her voice exceptionally gentle. "Jinglin." He remembered his mother telling him that Gu Manyin was the sole heir to a business empire, a huge asset to his brother's career. Rong Shu, on the other hand, was just an orphan with no parents, good for nothing but spending his brother's money. The contrast was stark. Fu Jinglin gave Gu Manyin a friendly smile. "Manyin." ... The next day, Rong Shu woke up early and dressed with deliberate care. She pulled a form-fitting black dress from her closet—one she hadn't worn since Fu Jingting had called it ugly. Not only did she wear it now, but she also applied meticulous makeup, finishing with a deep crimson lipstick that gave her an air of untouchable confidence. Fu Jingting arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau at the same time she did. Rong Shu's lips curved into a smile that held no warmth. "Let's go, Mr. Fu. I'm a very busy woman. We need to get this over with." Fu Jingting’s dark gaze swept over her face. "In such a hurry," he said, his voice low. "Is it for that model?" Rong Shu froze for a second before she realized what he was implying. But instead of explaining, she just raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "My personal affairs are none of your business, are they, Mr. Fu?" Fu Jingting hated this attitude, the way she treated him like a complete stranger. "You're in love with him?" Seeing him press the issue, her patience snapped. "Yes, I am. Are you satisfied now? So, Mr. Fu, can we get this divorce over with?" Fu Jingting’s lips thinned into a hard line, his handsome face a mask of ice. If she was this desperate, then he would grant her wish. The procedure at the Civil Affairs Bureau took only a few minutes. Staring down at the divorce certificate in her hand, Rong Shu felt a sudden, sharp sting behind her eyes. From this day forward, they were strangers. She would never again have to bend over backwards to please him. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed the pain, and when she looked up again, her smile was radiant. Just then, a black Maybach pulled up beside her. A pair of long legs emerged from the car, followed by Li Chuan, dressed in a stylish jacket. His sharp, handsome features broke into a charming smile the moment he saw her. "I'm here to pick you up." Rong Shu blinked, surprised. "I thought Lu Qi was coming." "He's at the Xiaojinku, booking out the whole place for your celebration tonight. He sent me to get you." He smoothly took her bag from her. "Come on, get in. I'm taking you somewhere special."