A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

"Why don't you enjoy Miss Feng's love just now? You're going to get a divorce tomorrow. I'll make you breakfast today. Don't you worry about me poisoning you?"

West Elm was supposed to control her emotions, but seeing Ruan Peichen's provocative expression, she couldn't hold it back, so she sarcastically said a few words.

Ruan Peichen was a little surprised, and said: "Even if we get divorced, you won't poison me to death. After all, the matter of Yang Xin has not been resolved... So, I have to eat breakfast before I can talk to you about the divorce."

After Ruan Peichen finished speaking to West Elm, he turned to look at the kitchen.

West Elm was speechless, clenched his purse with both hands, then gritted his teeth and bowed his head to the kitchen.

Ruan Peichen saw Xiyu who was not happy but had to obediently cook him breakfast, couldn't help but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but soon the trace of smile calmed down and disappeared.

He just didn't want Nie Xiyu to live comfortably. Seeing that she was calm about everything, even when Feng Yunya appeared, Ruan Peichen felt a little uncomfortable.

West Elm approached the kitchen, took a look and found that the kitchen was very clean, as if it hadn't been used by anyone.

She wondered if Ruan Peichen would use this kitchen if he lived by himself?

Opening the refrigerator, West Elm found that it was filled with soda water and beer, and there was nothing on the next floor, only two bags of quick-frozen dumplings.

The big president's refrigerator is really clean.

West Elm's left hand is inconvenient, and he didn't want to make a fuss, so he took out a bag of quick-frozen dumplings, and cooked them in the pot.

When West Elm brought the dumplings, Ruan Peichen was not downstairs. She called Ruan Peichen twice before seeing Ruan Peichen coming down the stairs with two folders in his hand.

Ruan Peichen walked down, threw the folder directly to West Elm, and said, "The divorce agreement, all the terms are on it, sign it."

West Elm froze for a moment, picked up the file and looked at it carefully.

She and Ruan Peichen had only been married for three months, and the marriage was too hasty, but in fact the two of them had no property to divide.

But in the agreement, Ruan Peichen directly gave her a house and 1000 million in compensation.

"I don't need the villa in Fanxingwan or compensation, those are all yours."

West Elm put down the document, looked up at Ruan Peichen seriously and said.

On the plate of dumplings in front of Ruan Peichen, he didn't even move his chopsticks, but drank his coffee slowly. When he heard West Elm's words, he lowered his eyes and sneered, "You're going out of the house with equipment, and you agree with Grandpa. I will agree, you can accept these compensations, and don't let people think that I, Ruan Peichen, treat women badly."

West Elm didn't like Ruan Peichen's arrogant behavior very much, but she didn't want to quarrel with him at this time, she wanted to change terms with him.

"I don't want these compensations, but I hope you can promise me one thing."

Ruan Peichen put down the coffee and pushed it aside, folded his hands and fingers in front of his chest, and casually uttered the word "Say".

West Elm was slightly nervous, she took a deep breath, and then said: "I hope that after we sign the divorce agreement, you can promise me not to announce the news of the divorce within six months."

Ruan Peichen suddenly raised his head and stared at West Elm, his cold eyes were sharp and piercing, as if he was looking at a prey rather than a woman.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became very tense, and there seemed to be a cold air flowing.

Xiyu tried her best to control herself so that she would not be timid, and looked at Ruan Peichen without any evasion. If she wanted to divorce, the half-year agreement would be her last insistence.