Actually, Chang Linsheng’s choice to divorce had been anticipated by Lu Yinchu, but he didn’t expect even a man of Chang Linsheng’s ans couldn’t handle it?
"What happened? Is there a problem?"
Chang Linsheng laughed, "Let’s just say . . . it’s a problem of ti."
Eight years ago, when Chang Linsheng had just graduated from college, he married Chu Qing in less than three months. But because both of Chu Qing’s parents live in Los Angeles, United States, and she has a permanent residence permit for the United States, they didn’t officially get married until six months after their wedding, becoming a legally significant couple.
So strictly speaking, Chu Qing is an Arican and an Arican citizen, which makes divorce a bit more complicated.
Of course, the most important point is, Chu Qing is unwilling to divorce.
Chang Linsheng said, "I talked about a mutual divorce over the phone with Chu Qing, but she won’t accept it. Even if I have enough evidence to prove the infidelity during our marriage, she remains adamant and refuses everything! Naturally, I could also file for divorce in court, but in the United States, it’s quite normal for the trial period of a regular divorce case to be half a year or even longer. Half a year...it’s too long! I don’t have that much ti, and she... she doesn’t either!"
Half a year, six months, more than 150 days, is enough ti to change many things. Chang Linsheng certainly can’t wait!
Lu Yinchu, with a smirk, looked at him, "You and Chu Qing have been living apart for years, this marriage should have ended long ago. Who’s to bla for what you’ve done to yourself? You brought it onto yourself."
Chang Linsheng furrowed his brows, "Alright, at this point, stop teasing ."
Lu Yinchu took a sip of his black coffee, "Tell , how do you want to help you?"
...
After Nanxi left the Magazine Agency, she hailed a cab. In about twenty minutes, she got off at a nearby bus station near the KING Group.
After paying, she turned her eyes to the door on the second floor, stifling a cough and heading towards it.
Upon reaching the second floor, she approached a door left slightly ajar with a warm light coming from inside.
Nanxi was about to knock when an aged and lancholy voice ca from inside, "Why are you standing at the door? Co in!"
Nanxi was flustered, she stuck out her tongue, pushed open the door, and upon seeing the elderly man, quickly bowed, "Hello, Grandfather!"
The old man nodded slightly, adjusted his reading glasses, closed the thick dical book in his hand, and looked at Nanxi.
"Young lady, are you here for treatnt or to get dicine?"
Not this question again. Nanxi forced out a laugh, "Grandfather, I have a cold and I’d like so dicine."
Last ti when Lu Yinchu had a cold, he took a dose of dicine and was better the next day!
Nanxi wants to get better sooner, so as to not hold up work and to prevent people around her from worrying!
The old man looked at her. Nanxi also looked at the old man.
Nanxi: "..."
Old man: "..."
In a gentle coughing, "Grandfather, would it be possible for to get the sa dicine as last ti?"
The old man kept looking at her with a deep gaze, "Young lady, you’re weighed down by too many worries. You have an emotional blockage. Can it really be cured by a dose of dicine?"
"..."
Nanxi was startled as she watched the old man turn around and start getting dicine from the cabinet behind him. While he was busying himself, he said, "Life is but a dream, a dream is but a life. In this life, we are all experiencing an illusory dream. Being young, why are you acting so muddled and lost! It’s too much!"
Nanxi stood behind him, biting her lip, unable to say a single word.
She felt a strange bitterness in her heart.
The old man quickly finished preparing the dicine. When Nanxi offered to pay, he waved it away, "No need, Awan told that you’ve helped her a lot. This dicine is a favor that I’m returning on her behalf."
Awan? Nanxi rembered that when she saw the elderly lady at the nursing ho last ti, it seed that other elderly people were also calling her "Awan"!
At that ti, she didn’t know who they were calling, but it seed, it was the elderly lady.
"Thank you, Grandfather!"
The old man ignored her and continued to read his dical book. Nanxi smiled, placed a hundred-dollar note on the table, and quietly slipped out the door.
Nanxi put the dicine in her bag, thinking to herself, it’s ti to go ho, brew the dicine, get a good sleep, and by tomorrow, the cold should be gone. Then she would be able to return to work normally.
Her senior and Feifei are both working very hard on this issue of the magazine. She can’t let her own ill health hold up everyone’s progress.
That would be really bad.
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