Three years into marriage, my husband brought his mistress and their illegitimate child to pressure me into a divorce, while my mother-in-law took me to a high-end cocktail party.
At the party, my mother-in-law introduced me to a business prodigy, who turned out to be the number one fan of my novels.
The next day, I ran into my husband at the civil affairs bureau. The mistress strutted around, flaunting their happy family of three, while I stood there marrying that business prodigy on the spot. My husband's face turned green with envy.
Looking at the red book in my hand, my mother-in-law smiled knowingly and said, "Wen Jing, you are braver than I imagined."
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My mother-in-law, Hong Meili, held my hand firmly and said with determination, "Wen Jing, don’t cry. You must get a divorce! Mom supports you!"
I wiped away my tears and nodded, choking back my emotions as I replied, "Alright, let’s get divorced!"
Hong Meili turned to the lawyer with a fierce gaze. "Zhang Cheng will not walk away empty-handed, but we won’t settle for less than what we deserve! The house must belong to Wen Jing, and custody of Jiajia must also go to Wen Jing. Plus, the monthly living expenses must..."
She paused for emphasis and raised a finger. "This amount!"
The lawyer quickly jotted down notes on the document while occasionally looking up for confirmation.
Watching Hong Meili’s decisive demeanor filled me with gratitude.
In the end, Zhang Cheng agreed to the divorce settlement and signed the papers with a sullen expression.
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"Wen Jing," Hong Meili said earnestly as she held my hand, "a woman shouldn’t revolve around men and children. You’re so talented; your novels are so well-received. You can’t just give up on yourself like this. Getting divorced is a chance for you to start anew and pursue what you truly want."
She patted the back of my hand, her eyes filled with encouragement. "Cheer up, my dear. I believe in you!"
To help me quickly move past the shadow of my divorce, Hong Meili took me to a high-end styling studio in the city.
The stylist designed an elegant yet subtly sexy evening gown tailored to my temperament and figure, and my makeup was exquisite and appropriate.
"Wow, Madam Hong, your daughter-in-law is truly beautiful!" the stylist exclaimed.
Hong Meili nodded with satisfaction. "Of course!"
That evening, I followed Hong Meili to an upscale business party.
The air was filled with the scent of perfume and the sound of clinking glasses, and I felt somewhat out of place.
"Don't be nervous," Hong Meili said softly as she held a champagne flute. "Just follow my lead."
She guided me through the crowd, chatting and laughing effortlessly while I quietly trailed behind her like an outsider.
"Chen Hao, long time no see!" Hong Meili greeted a young man with enthusiasm.
The man was tall and handsome, exuding the charm of a mature man in every gesture.
He smiled back. "Madam Hong, it's great to see you! And this is..."
His gaze fell on me.
"This is my daughter-in-law, Jia Wenjing, pen name Jian Jia," Hong Meili introduced with a smile.
I nodded slightly and greeted her politely.
Chen Hao's eyes lit up. "Jian Jia? You're the one who wrote Prosperous Era?"
I was a bit surprised and nodded. "That's me."
"I’m a loyal reader of yours! I never expected to meet you in person today; it’s truly an honor!" Chen Hao said, his tone filled with excitement as he handed me a glass of champagne he had taken from a server. "Your work is truly outstanding—your writing flows beautifully, and the plot is captivating. I was especially moved by the resilience and independence of the female protagonist."
For the rest of the time, Chen Hao engaged me in discussions about my novels, analyzing everything from character development to plot direction with impressive insight, which made me see him in a new light.
He was witty and knowledgeable, and I gradually relaxed, enjoying our conversation more and more.
The next day, I took Jiajia to the civil affairs bureau to prepare for my divorce from Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng arrived with Chu Qiao and their son, Zhang Xiaoming.
Chu Qiao linked her arm with Zhang Cheng's, looking smug as she occasionally shot me provocative glances.
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