My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

"No. How is that possible?"

Wen Lan was just about to make another effort to operate the seat belt with one hand.

He suddenly turned sideways, restrainedly keeping a distance from her, and wanted to "do that old-fashioned thing" for her - fastening her seat belt.

Wen Lan loosened his hand and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He decided to keep it a secret as long as possible.

Bu Yufan's gaze approached her.

Wen Lan's eyes avoided.

"look at me."

He ordered her, his eyes cold.

"Put your hands down."

He ordered her again, his tone softening.

Wen Lan had no choice but to put down her left hand.

"who is it?"

Bu Yufan was both angry and distressed, he asked frankly.

"It's your girlfriend...it's Doctor An."

Wen Lan avoided his gaze.

"I told you she's not my girlfriend! If you dare to say that again, I'll do it to you..."

Bu Yufan shook his head, stopping the impulse in his heart, and did not finish the sentence.

Wen Lan bit her lip. Should she ask him about the music festival?

What is a night of love? What is a night of love?

Then she shook her head too.

This is ridiculous! This is impossible!

"Wen Lan, I'll say it again, I never had anything with her..."

"I know that no contact or relationship of any kind has taken place!"

Wen Lan took over.

She believed him.

But what she wanted to say was not...

Bu Yufan started the car, and the sound of the Aston Martin engine woke Wen Lan up from her daydreaming.

"where are we going?"

She asked.

"us?"

Bu Yufan repeated these two words again. Just the word "we" touched the tenderness in his heart.

"Let's go home."

He said.

It was the evening rush hour and traffic jams started to form on the elevated road.

DBX is relatively free, and most cars automatically maintain a safe distance from luxury cars.

Wen Lan first answered Xie Qiuyun's call and asked her if she would go home for dinner.

Then he received a call from Song Yinong.

She turned on the speakerphone for both calls. She had no secrets from Bu Yufan.

"Wen Lan, the day after tomorrow is Saturday. Let's talk about the divorce agreement."

"Okay, Song Yinong. Let's go to the hotel lobby at 1 pm."

"Wen Lan, can you back off a little on the money issue?"

"I don't think so. I have to give myself an explanation."

"Fuck you, I'm only talking to you nicely to give you face."

"You don't have to give me face. Not a penny less."

Wen Lan hung up the phone.

Bu Yufan drove calmly, without any change in his expression.

Whether to divorce or how to divorce is something Wen Lan has to face on her own.

If he didn't have such a mind and vision, he would not be Bu Yufan.

Return to Bu Yufan’s top-notch luxury residence.

He didn't let Wen Lan take action.

"In this house, you can go anywhere except the kitchen."

"Okay, then I'll be free to visit."

"Go ahead, you can go anywhere! I have no secrets from you."

He said.

Wen Lan nodded happily. Wouldn’t it be better to eat ready-made food?

She saw one or two of his pajamas thrown on the sofa in the living room and wanted to clean them up.

Wen Lan went upstairs, walked into his bedroom, and put the folded clothes on his bed.

The last time she slept in his bed, she was so dizzy and dazed that she didn't get to appreciate his master bedroom.

This is such a huge bedroom in a mansion with beautiful curves and a whole view of the river!

Wen Lan tried to find the button for the electric curtains, then pressed the gauze curtains open.

Oh my God! Oh my God!

She dared to say that this must be the most beautiful river view room in the city!

The CBD, light show, cross-river bridge, whizzing high-speed rail and city skyline are all in sight.

After going downstairs.

"Bu Yufan, are you crazy? How come you have this in your house?"

Wen Lan was holding a pile of black truffles on the counter, stunned.

"What a fuss, it's just a few mushrooms."

"But? How many? Mushrooms?"

Wen Lan retorted exaggeratedly.

Then she thought again, Bu Yufan was right, these were indeed just a few mushrooms.

"I got it from the western kitchen of my hotel. This is black summer. You can try it later."

Bu Yufan has a nice accent when speaking English.

"Say it again."

Wen Lan wanted to listen to it again.

“Black summer truffle, black summer truffle.”

“It smells so good!”

"You like it?"

"Of course I like it. Come on, it goes perfectly with boiled eggs, okay?"

When Wen Lan was dieting, she tried black truffle sauce with boiled eggs and ate them all without making a sound.

"But I eat the sauce. Black truffle sauce is a delicacy for the common people."

She added this.

Bu Yufan's focus was on the fact that she said she was losing weight.

"You have a great figure, why are you dieting?"

"How do you know I have a good figure?"

Wen Lan teased him on purpose.

Bu Yufan was stunned for a moment, and his neck turned red.

However, he soon regained his composure and began to attack her back.

"Do you think I'm blind?"

He took a step closer to Wen Lan, deliberately glanced at her body, and then stared into her eyes.

"You, here, can catch all the sweat I shed."

He took another step closer, lowered his head, got close to Wen Lan's collarbone, and brought up the old matter again.

Then he mischievously admired the changing expression on Wen Lan's face.

Now it was Wen Lan's turn to blush.

She thought of the day in the fighting gym when he hugged her and the sweat dripped down his cheeks.

The hot sweat carrying his body temperature flowed along her collarbone and onto her chest.

"What are you thinking about? Why are you blushing?"

Bu Yufan asked knowingly and moved closer to her, their eyes meeting.

The Wagyu beef risotto sizzles in the enamel pot.

"Ahem. I'm so hungry. So hungry."

Wen Lan cleared his throat and ran away.

"Don't burn your hands."

Bu Yufan handed Wen Lan a pair of heat-insulating gloves and asked her to bring the baked rice to the table.

"This is a truffle planer. Watch your hands."

He handed her a small solid wooden tool.

Wen Lan started playing with truffles out of curiosity, and the thin slices of black truffles slowly covered the entire plate.

"It's delicious! Try it!"

She took a bite of the truffle and beef rice and fed Bu Yufan with her spoon.

"Well, it's really good."

Bu Yufan nodded, looking quite satisfied with his work.

“What’s in this pot?”

Wen Lan curiously lifted the lid of another stew pot.

"Abalone? Such a big abalone, did you make this?"

She looked at the South African abalone in the pot that was bigger than her palm.

"This is prepared by the Cantonese chef at my hotel. I just need to cook it."

he explained.

"It's delicious! Have you prepared to cook for me?"

Wen Lan tried a bite.

He nodded.

"why?"

"You must be under a lot of pressure these days."

She understood what he meant.

It was the first time for Wen Lan to eat South African soft-boiled abalone that had to be cut with a knife and fork.

"Wen Lan, have you ever thought about changing departments?"

"No."

She refused outright.

"Why? Change to another department. With your ability, you will achieve better results."

“I am also very successful now.”

Wen Lan also had something to say, that she was willing to take care of his three meals a day all year round.

"You have to let me finish the Dailing project first, right?"

"Okay. We'll be contacting the Architectural Design Institute starting next week, so you can sort out your ideas."

Bu Yufan wanted to guide her through a project step by step.

"Okay, this is new to me, I will learn from you."

"Study? You are wrong, Wen Lan. You have to remember that we are the decision makers."

Wen Lan was stunned for a while, and then seemed to understand something.

"So strong?"

"This is not force, this is the order of the business world, and it is natural."

In Wen Lan's eyes, Bu Yufan was shining when he said this.

"This guy is so charming. How come I know such an amazing man?"

She secretly looked at Bu Yufan and was very impressed by him.