Chapter 9 What qualifications do you have to file for divorce?

Zheng Le took Jiang Liu away, leaving only Lin Hechuan, Wen Yuhua and Ye Xi.

The man's face looked a little ugly, and the two seemed to be caught in an invisible confrontation, neither giving in.

After a long time, only a sigh was heard.

"Stop messing around and go home."

These words were like a cat's paw, scratching Wen Yuhua's silent heart.

Somewhere deep in my memory, the man once said something like this.

She has never been a good drinker.

When she returned to the old house to attend her grandmother's birthday party, she was forced to drink a lot of wine at the banquet. Afterwards, she didn't want to go home and insisted on going to play on the swing.

The man had no choice but to hold her in the swing chair for most of the night. At that time, he also said helplessly, "Stop making trouble and go home."

…

The person in my memory gradually overlapped with the man in front of me.

Wen Yuhua was a little dazed.

"Yuhua, stop making trouble and go home with Hechuan." Ye Xi's voice rang in her ears, "He drank a lot of alcohol. You'd better make him some hangover soup when you get home."

The woman came to her senses in an instant .

Just now she was deceived by the exquisitely decorated memory, and the cruel truth was before her.

"Ms. Ye, as Lin Hechuan's wife, I have to remind you that this is a matter between us. As an outsider, you are not qualified to point fingers at me."

The woman looked at Ye Xi calmly and pointed out her behavior of interfering in other people's affairs.

"Yuhua, I'm sorry, I'm just a little worried."

Ignoring Ye Xi's explanation, she picked up her bag and turned away.

After closing the door of the box, Wen Yuhua felt relieved.

The room was so stuffy that even the air seemed to be covered with a layer of slime, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She took a few deep breaths, and before she could even reach the parking lot, a Bentley Continental slowly stopped beside her.

"Ma'am, let me take you home."

The driver, Old Liu, laughed innocently.

Wen Yuhua glanced at the man in the back seat and refused, "No need, Uncle Liu, I drove here."

The man coughed lightly, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on Lao Liu's face. "Madam, your car has been taken away for maintenance. Why don't you let me take you back?"

"maintain?"

Wen Yuhua stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance, and sure enough, her mini car was nowhere to be found.

There's no need to think about it, it must be the bastard Lin Hechuan who did it .

The man remained calm, his pair of black eyes hidden in the darkness, looking in an unknown direction.

"No, I'll take a taxi."

The woman took out her cell phone, but found that it had run out of battery and was turned off.

"Madam, please get in the car. It's not safe for you to be outside alone at this late hour."

Wen Yuhua hesitated for a moment, but finally got into the car.

She walked around the car and was about to open the passenger door, but was stopped by Lao Liu.

"Madam, there's something on the passenger seat. Please go to the back seat."

Wen Yuhua glanced at the passenger seat and saw a pile of things.

She hesitated, then reluctantly opened the back door and sat down in a seat farthest from the man.

No one spoke in the car, only the aroma of wine filled the air, mixed with the fresh and unique cold scent of the man. This smell made Wen Yuhua feel completely safe.

Not long after the car started, she closed her eyes in a daze.

Just as she was about to meet Zhou Gong, something cold and hard hit her, startling her.

Wen Yuhua has a good temper, but now she really can't help but want to swear.

Is this man sick? Is he teasing her on purpose?

Before she could say anything, she saw a string of English characters "Chanel" shining brightly on the box.

Open the box and a small and exquisite chain bag comes into view.

Chanel's Eternity Diamond Bag is made of crocodile leather. The logo is inlaid with 3.65 carats of diamonds. The bag chain is made of 18K white gold and can be removed at any time. The price is as high as 1.82 million RMB.

This bag is not available in China at all and needs to be shipped from overseas. Adding up all the miscellaneous expenses, you may not be able to get this bag even if you spend two million.

Wen Yuhua was slightly stunned.

"Why are you giving me this?"

Lin Hechuan didn't even raise his eyes, staring at his phone, and said coldly, "Ask for a gift."

"Seeking reconciliation?" Wen Yuhua frowned. "You and I are both getting divorced. What kind of reconciliation are you seeking?"

She closed the box and put the "peace gift" far away.

Lin Hechuan's face suddenly darkened, "Wen Yuhua, are you done yet? Can you stop being so willful? You keep talking about divorce all day long. Do you think you can leave me? I did go abroad, but everything you wore and used over the years was earned by me. What qualifications do you have to file for divorce?"

The worker Lao Liu trembled and silently raised the baffles in the front and rear rows.

Wen Yuhua thought she was immune to all poisons , but Lin Hechuan always made her know what it feels like to be heartbroken.

The white and tender fingers were clenched tightly in the darkness, leaving four neat crescents on the palms.

The cold moonlight shone on his face, and the ethereal voice had lost its weakness.

"Am I so useless in Dr. Lin's eyes?"

"Is it possible?"

The man's tone was unhappy, and his eyes were filled with unrestrained contempt. "If I hadn't saved you, do you think you would be sitting in a Bentley and chatting with me now? You would have been sold somewhere long ago. Have you forgotten all this?"

"I haven't forgotten." The woman sneered, "So in the past three years, I have been reminding myself to be grateful to Dr. Lin and cry bitterly. Otherwise, do you think I could have endured it for so long?"

"Tolerate?"

Lin Hechuan glared at her coldly, "You mean, in the past three years, you have been enduring to be with me all the time?"

"Yes! I was holding it in, but now I can't stand it anymore. I want a divorce!"

Wen Yuhua's voice was firm.

In the pitch-black night, only her eyes were clear and bright.

Lin Hechuan suddenly laughed.

"Since you endured being with me, you don't have to endure it now."

Before Wen Yuhua could understand what he meant, Lin Hechuan suddenly shouted, "Old Liu, stop the car!"

Old Liu's hand trembled, and the silver-gray Bentley slowly stopped by the roadside.

"Go down. If being with me is so unbearable, you might as well not have to endure it."

Stimulated, Wen Yuhua decisively unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.

Just then, a gust of night wind blew by, lifting the lotus leaf collar of the scarlet shirt. The cold air penetrated into her body through the gap, and she unconsciously got goose bumps.

The Bentley drove away .

Soon, the silver-gray Bentley backed up to her side and threw a box through the window.

The engine started again, and the rumbling sound covered the sound of the night wind blowing through the leaves. Wen Yuhua stood blankly on the side of the road until the silver-gray Bentley drove to the end of the bend.

"Master, there are no taxis in that area. How about we go back?"

Old Liu looked in the rearview mirror and stammered.

"You want to get off too?"

Lin Hechuan raised his cold eyes slightly .

This is not a question, but a warning.

Old Liu remained silent.