The lively chatter outside the window fills the air.

Wen Yu stands at the end of the second floor corridor, her gaze falls on the bustling banquet outside the window, and her eyes become a little deeper.

At this moment, the cell phone clutched in her hand suddenly rings.

"Miss, Mr. Fu has returned."

Wen Yu's pupils tighten, and after hanging up the phone, she quickly turns around and jogs away from the second floor.

"Wen Yu, hey, Wen Yu, where are you going?"

"Wen Yu, where are you off to? The banquet has just started, and you haven't..."

"..."

Wen Yu rushes downstairs, and a few women who caught a glimpse of her figure followed her, asking questions in succession. However, Wen Yu acts like she doesn't hear them, she keeps running straight towards the front door.

As she runs, she starts making a call to the driver.

Just as she steps out the front door, the driver has the car parked in front of her.

Without a word, she pulls open the car door and climbs in.

"Where is Mr. Fu?"

As soon as she gets out of the car, she asks the butler.

"Miss, Mr. Fu only returned recently and is resting in the hall, you..."

Before the butler had finished speaking, Wen Yu, carrying her stride, walked to the door and opened it.

She had lost count of how long it had been since she last saw Fu Jingchen. After all, they were husband and wife, but...

Thinking of this, the impatience in Wen Yu's heart leaped into her mind.

"Jingchen."

As soon as she stepped through the door, she called into the room.

At this time, a straight back figure stood nearby, flipping through the documents in his hands. Hearing Wen Yu's voice, he slightly raised his head, his cold eyes seemingly pushing others a thousand miles away.

Wen Yu paused slightly, pinched her nails to suppress the joy in her heart, and slowly walked to the man: "Jingchen, I didn't expect you to be back today. Why didn't you tell me in advance? Otherwise, I wouldn't have attended the evening..."

"I came back for something important."

Before Wen Yu could finish speaking, she heard Fu Jingchen abruptly interrupt her.

Wen Yu was taken aback, held back the unfinished words, lifted her chin and revealed a sweet smile: "What... what are you here to deal with?"

"I am home to deal with our divorce."

Suddenly, Wen Yu's smile froze. She hurriedly avoided Fu Jingchen's gaze, her eyes flickering. With an incredulous smile, she started staring at the crystal lamp next to her.

"Di... divorce? Do you mean us?"

Without hesitation, Fu Jingchen nodded: "This matter should also be on the agenda."

Suddenly, a tsunami blew up in Wen Yu's heart. The overwhelming waves seemed to drown her completely.

She clenched her fists tightly, trying her utmost to suppress the turmoil of emotions emerging from within herself, feigning calmness as she took a deep breath.

"Have you thought it through?"

Fu Jingchen's profound eyes suddenly focused on her, scrutinizing her as if he could see right through her. Wen Yu quickly lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze.

"Do I even need to think about it?"

The emotionless statement struck at Wen Yu's heart like a sharp blade. Regardless of how much her heart ached, she couldn't let herself succumb to her emotions.

Their marriage was, in the beginning, only to fulfill their grandfather’s whim. Now, as Fu Jingchen suggested divorce, Wen Yu, though heartbroken, had already been prepared for it while her heart throbbed painfully, yet uncontrollably.