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The appearance of Hong Meili instantly ignited the impending explosive situation. I stood in the corner, my gaze sharp and cold as a blade, cutting through the tension between the opposing mother and son.
"Wen Jing, pack your things," she said, her tone eerily calm. "Today, you’re moving out."
I nodded mechanically, like a programmed robot. As I pushed open the bedroom door, memories of sweetness flashed by like a slideshow, only to be ruthlessly torn apart by reality. Tears welled in my eyes, but I held them back, stuffing my clothes into the suitcase as if they were trash.
In the living room, Zhang Cheng's roar echoed back and forth.
"Mom, are you trying to drive me to my death?" he shouted, his voice filled with despair.
"You brought this on yourself!" Hong Meili sneered. "Now you regret it? It’s too late!"
I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. The pain brought me back to reality. This absurd marriage was finally coming to an end.
Dragging the suitcase out of the bedroom, I saw Zhang Cheng kneeling on the floor, pleading like a lost dog. He suddenly looked up, panic flashing in his eyes.
"Wen Jing, can we talk…"
"Shut up!" I replied frostily. "Where’s the divorce agreement? I want to sign it now!"
Zhang Cheng froze. Satisfied, Hong Meili pulled a document from her bag and handed it to me. The terms were surprisingly generous, clearly arranged by her with care. I barely glanced at it before quickly signing my name and tossing it back to Zhang Cheng.
He trembled as he signed, as if he were signing his own death warrant.
"From now on," Hong Meili said coldly, "you are strangers."
"Jiajia..." Zhang Cheng suddenly called out. "Can I see Jiajia?"
I turned around, my gaze sharp as a blade.
"You? Do you think you’re worthy?" I scoffed, "Learn to be a father first before you talk about seeing her."
Without looking back, I walked out of that house filled with lies, feeling as if I had been reborn.
My grandmother took me to a high-end apartment. As I looked at her, tears finally broke free.
"What are you crying for?" she patted me on the back, "Cheer up! For Jiajia, and for yourself."
"Tomorrow," she said mysteriously, "I’ll introduce you to someone."
The next day, we arrived at an upscale café. A handsome man had been waiting for quite some time.
"Wen Jing, this is Chen Hao," my grandmother introduced him, "your loyal fan."
Chen Hao? The business prodigy? He’s actually one of my readers?
"Teacher Jian Jia," he smiled, "your book 'Flying Against the Wind' is truly my guide in life."
I shook his hand awkwardly, my heart racing. Who would have thought my work could influence such a successful person?
My grandmother excused herself, leaving us alone. Chen Hao talked about literature with fervor. I gradually relaxed and shared my thoughts on writing.
"If you ever need help, just let me know," he said seriously as we parted ways.
My phone vibrated—Zhang Cheng's message: "See you at the civil affairs bureau tomorrow at nine."
"What’s wrong?" Chen Hao noticed my sudden change in demeanor.
"Tomorrow, the Civil Affairs Bureau for the divorce," I said with a bitter smile.
"I'll be with you," he replied firmly.
At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the sunlight was blinding, sharp as a knife. I clenched my phone, taking a deep breath as if a massive stone was pressing down on my chest.
"Wen Jing, don't be nervous," Chen Hao said softly. "I'm here."
He wore a sharp suit, his gaze steady like a shield. I felt a flicker of reassurance, but it was quickly drowned by a wave of anxiety.
In the bustling registration hall, Chen Hao and I stood side by side at the window, ready to process our divorce certificate. Suddenly, a familiar figure pierced my vision like a dagger.
Zhang Cheng! The man who once promised to grow old together but now discarded me like trash. He stood next to Chu Qiao, and they were in the process of registering their marriage.
"What is this situation?" Chen Hao's brows furrowed tightly.
I froze in place, as if someone had cast a spell to immobilize me. Zhang Cheng noticed me too; a flicker of panic crossed his face before it morphed into a smug fake smile.
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