Ji Wei looked at Zhao Wanqing and couldn’t suppress the question rising in her mind, "Why are you helping ?"
The wife and the mistress are usually enemies. Zhao Wanqing’s behavior was utterly baffling.
Zhao Wanqing chuckled lightly, "Ji Wei, sotis what you see isn’t necessarily the truth."
Ji Wei was stunned. What did she an by that?
Was this a hint...
Before she could think further, Zhao Wanqing added, "Maybe I just want to make sure you don’t hate ?"
"Hah! I knew you weren’t that kind-hearted. As long as I’m here, don’t even think about ssing with Little Wei!" Xia Duoduo stepped in front of Ji Wei like a protective barrier, seething with anger.
Zhao Wanqing pressed her lips together silently, then turned gracefully, leaving them with a captivating figure. "See you around."
Xia Duoduo stamped her foot in frustration, "This woman is way too arrogant. She’s just asking for a beating!"
Ji Wei stared off in the direction Zhao Wanqing left, lost in thought.
This woman seed to have hidden depths, impossible to grasp.
Two days later.
Holding onto An An, Ji Wei stepped downstairs, only to be greeted by a sharply dressed man standing at the entrance of the living room.
Her face imdiately changed color.
"Good day, madam. Mr. Gu asked to deliver an agreent to you." The man was Gu Moqian’s personal lawyer, soone Ji Wei had t before.
Noticing Aunt Zhu sitting nearby, curiously eyeing him, the lawyer deliberately avoided ntioning the word "divorce," keeping things vague about the agreent.
"An An, let Aunt Zhu hold you for a bit, alright?" Aunt Zhu, sensing Ji Wei’s discomfort, gently took An An from her arms and carried him toward the garden.
Ji Wei paused for a few seconds before walking over. The lawyer handed her a docunt envelope. "Mr. Gu said you can sign this anyti. He’s leaving for the country tomorrow, so once completed, you just need to notify to pick it up."
Ji Wei stared at the envelope in her hands and remained unresponsive for a long ti, her expression pale and bloodless.
"Madam, I’ll take my leave then." The lawyer tactfully exited.
Each breath felt like agony to Ji Wei.
She’d torn apart the last agreent, but now Gu Moqian had prepared another one.
He was determined to divorce her.
Ji Wei stood still for quite so ti, then slowly turned around. She placed the envelope into the drawer of her bedroom, and a thought suddenly crossed her mind: Gu Moqian said she could sign it anyti, but what if she never signed it?
Was he planning to remain separated from her forever?
Even if that were the case, their marriage would only exist in na, aningless now that his heart had changed.
That afternoon, Xia Duoduo visited.
Over the past couple of days, she had been frequently coming over to see Ji Wei. Ever since Ye Cheng’s abrupt departure, Xia Duoduo had spiraled into self-destructive behavior, barely even showing up at her entertainnt agency.
Her new agent didn’t care much about her, unwilling to waste ti on a struggling D-lister. But Xia Duoduo didn’t mind one bit; she had long stopped caring about such things.
In the entertainnt industry, success often ca down to sheer luck.
"Little Wei, co upstairs with . I’ll doll you up nicely and take you sowhere amazing tonight!"
Xia Duoduo, carrying a small suitcase, stord into the room and pulled Ji Wei up from the sofa.
"You’re going to drag to a bar again? I’m not going." Ji Wei refused flatly.
"No, no, it’s not that!" Xia Duoduo pushed her toward the stairs, "Trust , I promise tonight you’ll be the absolute center of attention. You’ll crush that mistress into smithereens and reclaim your confidence!"
Ji Wei: "..."
Before she knew it, she was pressed in front of the dressing table. Xia Duoduo opened her little suitcase, revealing an arsenal of makeup tools. Skillfully, she began putting makeup on Ji Wei.
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