I'm a sophomore in college, what the heck is this "male god cultivation system"?

Chapter 76 Zheng Feng's Pain

Zheng Feng stood in front of the mirror, carefully using hairspray to fix his hairstyle.

After finally achieving a hairstyle he was satisfied with, he looked at his outfit: a black suit with trousers and gold-rimmed glasses, making him look quite formal.

"There shouldn't be any problems." Zheng Feng took a deep breath, and after confirming that there were no problems at all, he walked out of his house and headed towards a coffee shop outside the community.

An hour ago, he suddenly received a message from Wenya, saying that they should meet at the coffee shop at four o'clock to resolve the issues between them.

Upon seeing the message from Wen Ya, Zheng Feng became excited and even started paying more attention to his appearance.

Since getting married, he has almost never paid attention to his appearance. As for clothes, as long as they are comfortable, that's fine. As for skincare products, he only uses face wash once a day when he takes a shower.

Now, when he's about to meet Wenya, he's unusually starting to pay attention to his appearance.

After all, Wenya had moved out more than a month ago. He hadn't felt anything when Wenya was living at home, but now that she was gone, Zheng Feng immediately felt that the whole house had become empty.

As for handling the problem...

In Zheng Feng's view, there were no longer any problems between him and Wen Ya.

After all, the original problem between them was that his parents wanted a child and blamed Wenya for their infertility...

But after that commotion, although Wen Ya didn't say anything definitive, Zheng Feng's parents naturally saw what was going on, as many bystanders could see...

From beginning to end, the responsibility for their infertility rested on their son... No matter how unreasonable Zheng Feng's parents were, they couldn't say anything more.

Once the issue of "not having children" disappeared, Zheng Feng didn't think there were any conflicts between them that needed to be resolved... After all, the fact that the two of them had hardly ever argued over the years was enough to prove that there weren't any major problems between them.

After carefully examining himself in the mirror and confirming that there were no problems, Zheng Feng took a deep breath, then walked out of his house and headed towards the coffee shop outside the residential area.

……

The moment Zheng Feng walked into the coffee shop, Wen Ya noticed his presence. After sending him her location on her phone, she quietly sat down and waited for him to arrive.

Soon, Zheng Feng came looking for him.

Looking at Zheng Feng in his black suit, Wen Ya suddenly thought of the salespeople, and coupled with Zheng Feng's pale face, she suddenly had an urge to leave.

Fortunately, reason helped her control her impulse.

“Aya, I was wrong about what happened before. I promise my parents won’t force us to have children anymore.” Zheng Feng sat down and said in as gentle a tone as possible, “Come home with me. I promise I’ll do whatever you say from now on.”

Zheng Feng knew his wife's temper well, and in his opinion, they would definitely make up... All he had to do was say a few kind words and let Wen Ya vent her anger.

but……

"Zheng Feng, let's get a divorce." Wen Ya took out a contract from her bag and said softly, "All the marital property is yours, and I will leave with nothing."

Zheng Feng stood there, stunned. He didn't understand how things had turned out this way... In his view, this was just a conflict between husband and wife, at most a period of cold war, and it didn't escalate to the point of divorce.

“Aya, I know you’re upset, but please don’t take the word ‘divorce’ lightly. We…”

“I didn’t mean to force you to back down by threatening divorce,” Wen Ya interrupted. “I just feel that there’s no point in us continuing like this, and it’s better for everyone if we separate now.”

"I disagree." Zheng Feng's voice suddenly rose several octaves. "Aya, after so many years of relationship, you want to divorce me over such a trivial matter!"

"A trivial matter?" Wen Ya retorted coldly, "We've been married for ten years, and your mother argues about the children two or three times a year. Have you ever spoken up for me? You always make me endure and suffer. I don't want to be mistreated anymore. Let's get a divorce."

“Aya, if this is the reason, I swear, my mom will never mention it again.”

"No need." Wenya pushed the document forward. "I'm leaving with nothing. Just sign it."

"Sign my ass!" Zheng Feng instantly lost control, violently tearing the document to shreds. He glared at Wen Ya, panting heavily. "I won't accept this reason!"

"If you can't accept this reason, then just think of it as me falling in love with someone else. That should make you feel better." Wen Ya picked up her bag, her voice calm, but Zheng Feng felt a sense of indifference.

"I will send you a new contract tomorrow. If you don't want to sign it, then I will have to resort to legal means."

After saying that, Wenya turned and left without a trace of regret.

Watching Wen Ya's departing figure, Zheng Feng stood there dumbfounded, never expecting the situation to deteriorate to this extent.

It's like you just felt dizzy for a moment, but when you went to the hospital for a checkup, the doctor said you had late-stage cancer and only three months to live at most.

No one could accept this...

It wasn't until Wenya had walked quite a distance from the coffee shop that Zheng Feng seemed to remember something and hurriedly chased after her.

"Sir, please pay first..." The cashier quickly grabbed Zheng Feng, gesturing for him to pay.

"Take it, keep the change." Zheng Feng pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his wallet and chased after him without saying another word.

However, when he was still seven or eight meters away from Wenya, he saw Wenya get into a Pamei.

In his haste, Zheng Feng didn't even have time to think about who the owner of the Pamei car was; he just quickened his pace, trying to stop them before the car drove away.

However, when they were less than two meters apart, Chen Yan stepped on the gas, widening the distance between them.

Filled with resentment, Zheng Feng desperately chased after the car, but unfortunately, two legs could not catch up with four tires, and in the end, he could only watch helplessly as the car disappeared from his sight.

"Why is this happening..." Zheng Feng murmured, then his body went limp and he knelt on the ground.

(End of this chapter)