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Divorce Is Not a Game
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On this day, both Qiu Qinrui and I were unusually calm.
As we sorted through the dowry, the business dealings, lands, and household possessions of the Mu Family and the Qiu Family were quickly settled. Qiu Qinrui suggested that I retain all the profits from my shops, the silver, and the three residences in the capital under my name.
I understood that his concern was not for my financial security; the wealthy Qiu Family did not lack such trivialities. They could not afford to tarnish their reputation by appearing ungracious over something so inconsequential. There were no disputes between us.
Qiu Qinrui even brought our five-year-old son, Qiu An, before me to inquire about his wishes. Although only five, Qiu An was already wise beyond his years. He clung tightly to Qiu Qinrui's hem, watching me with a wary expression.
Qiu Qinrui gently patted his head and spoke softly, “ Qi'er, your mother and I are getting a divorce today, and she will no longer live in our home.”
Qiu An looked up at him, excitement evident in his voice as he asked, “Then can I have my aunt as my mother?”
Qiu Qinrui did not rebuke him but instead looked at me coldly and said, “Mu Chun, it seems Qi'er really likes his aunt.” He deliberately emphasized the words “aunt.”
I calmly regarded the father-son duo before me and replied coolly, “I don’t care who a white-eyed wolf likes.”
Qiu Qinrui was taken aback for a moment, seemingly surprised by my response. He frowned and said, “Mu Chun, how can you speak of your own child like that?”
Qiu An suddenly lifted his head in shock, unable to believe I would say such a thing about him.
I nodded and stated clearly, “Exactly. So if he wants someone to be his mother, he should just find whoever he likes.”
Once the divorce agreement was finalized, I moved out of the residence I shared with Qiu Qinrui and into my own small courtyard. This courtyard was modest, with only a few rooms, completely incomparable to Qiu Qinrui’s grand estate. Yet living here brought me an unprecedented sense of ease.
I had thought that getting a divorce would feel like tearing flesh from bone; instead, it felt more like shedding shackles. I knew that in Qiu Qinrui’s eyes, we were merely a marriage devoid of affection. But what he didn’t know was that I truly liked him.
Before the Mu Family brought me back, I had been secretly thinking about Inner Delight.
I still remember that year when I was ten years old. My family was on the mountain gathering herbs to sell for food. My Foster Parents were busy with the crops in the fields, so I had to carry a large bundle of herbs to the market by myself. Without money for a bullock cart, I set off before dawn, barely having time for breakfast, and walked all the way there.
When I finally arrived at the market, I was exhausted and hungry. After walking for so long, I stumbled and fell while climbing the steps. Others laughed at me derisively and kept their distance.
Only Qiu Qinrui came over and reached out his hand, saying, “Are you alright?”
Strangely enough, after being married to him for five years, many memories have faded, yet I can vividly recall how he looked that day. The young man in a long robe bent down towards me against the light, and the wind lifted his hairband that had fallen to his chest as he leaned over.
In that moment, with his back to the sun, he was enveloped in a golden halo, and the surrounding noise faded away; all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart.
The events that followed that day now feel like a dream. He glanced at my bleeding knee, picked up the herbs, and instructed a servant beside him to carry me to the clinic.
I still remember the scent that wafted over as he bent down.
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