Night Fire Lingering

The next day, Wen Muzhi came to find Luo Beiqing, who was painting an oil painting in the garden.

"You really have a lot of leisure time." Wen Yan didn't know what to say for a moment.

Luo Beiqing put down her paintbrush. "What else can I do? I can't let a stinky man ruin my life."

“I ran into Qiao Weiwei yesterday, representing the He family to discuss business.” Wen Yan observed Luo Beiqing’s reaction.

Luo Beiqing wasn't surprised at all. She put down her paintbrush and said, "She's living in the old Zhaihe family mansion now. If she's pregnant and can't get any benefits under He Tingchuan's parents' noses, then she's really useless."

Wen Yan was so angry that she cursed He Tingchuan's family in her heart.

Perhaps it was because her expression was too indignant that Luo Beiqing laughed: "Yan Yan, don't worry, don't be angry, it's not worth it, I'm getting a divorce anyway."

"He Tingchuan agreed?"

Just as Luo Beiqing was about to answer, a Bugatti sped up outside the villa and came to an abrupt stop.

He Tingchuan was still wearing his work suit. He stepped out of the car with his long legs and walked over quickly. His face was serious and angry, as if he was there to cause trouble.

Luo Beiqing stood up from her chair, a smile playing on her lips, and met He Tingchuan's gaze.

Today she wore a long red dress, her long curly hair swaying in the wind along with the hem of the dress, as if welcoming a new life, full of hope.

Her joyful and expectant look was particularly irritating to He Tingchuan, as if it were a provocation against him.

"Luo Beiqing, what exactly do you want?" He Tingchuan took out a piece of paper stamped with an official seal.

"Can't you understand the court's divorce petition?" Luo Beiqing asked rhetorically.

Wen Yan looked at Luo Beiqing in surprise.

She was so decisive!

He Tingchuan pursed his thin lips. His handsome appearance was originally sharp and aggressive, but now that he was angry, he looked even more intimidating.

However, Luo Beiqing had been looking at this face for almost two years and had long since gotten used to it, so she wasn't afraid at all—besides, she herself was a lawless person.

"Luo Beiqing, what if I said I didn't have a relationship with Qiao Weiwei, and the child in her belly isn't mine?"

Luo Beiqing's eyes widened in surprise, but soon she suddenly burst out laughing.

"Young Master He, after thinking about this for so many days, all you came up with was this lame excuse?"

"The child in her belly is probably from the He family, but not mine."

"What do you mean?" Wen Yan couldn't resist her gossipy nature.

He Tingchuan didn't answer, but only glanced at Wen Yan before looking at Luo Beiqing.

Wen Yan had a gut feeling that he would only be interested in answering Luo Beiqing's questions.

"Oh, I'm not interested." Luo Beiqing shrugged. "I just want a divorce."

He Tingchuan felt a surge of anger and grabbed Luo Beiqing's wrist. "You really want to leave me that badly? What's wrong with having someone support you?"

"I'm a rebellious person by nature, and eating too much of a gigolo will give me a stomachache."

"Luo Beiqing!"

Luo Beiqing dropped her playful demeanor, becoming cold and aloof, her striking features appearing somewhat icy and beautiful.

"He Tingchuan, everyone has their pride. Let's not make things too ugly, okay?"

He Tingchuan suppressed his anger, wanting to say something, but probably because Wen Yan was beside him, he held back.

“Ms. Wen, it seems you’ve given up on the idea of ​​divorce. You should try to persuade her,” He Tingchuan said.

Wen Yan found it both funny and absurd: "Then why don't you talk to Gu Yanci? He's heard me scold you many times."

……

After He Tingchuan left, Luo Beiqing turned and instructed the servants to put away the paintbrushes and other items.

Wen Yan said, "I had thought about it before, and filing for divorce is actually the quickest way."

Unexpectedly, Luo Beiqing did it.

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Wen Yan recalled He Tingchuan's words earlier and said, "Qiao Weiwei's child may not really be He Tingchuan's. We can do an amniocentesis when the baby is a little more advanced to find out the result."

Whether a child is biologically his or not, DNA cannot be changed. There's no reason for He Tingchuan to lie about a few months, especially such a low-level lie.

“I know,” Luo Beiqing said calmly.

"You know?" Wen Yan was shocked.

"If Qiao Weiwei were really carrying He Tingchuan's child, she would have carefully protected the pregnancy until it was stable, instead of making a big show of forcing him out of the way so early. Her current smug look is just a sign of her guilty conscience."

"Then... you still choose to get a divorce?" Wen Yan asked in shock.

Bei Qing is different from her. She filed for divorce because she loved Gu Yanci and was heartbroken over him.

Luo Beiqing's face was somewhat cold. "The He family openly brought Qiao Weiwei into their home. If I don't do something, those people will think that I'm just a lamb to the slaughter after losing my parents."

-

He Tingchuan had received a court summons and had temporarily returned home. But after Wen Yan's suggestion, he changed his plans and went to find Gu Yanci.

Gu Yanci originally thought He Tingchuan was there to discuss cooperation, but to her surprise, the first thing he asked was, "How did you convince Wen Yan to give up the idea of ​​divorce?"

The marketing director, who hadn't even left the president's office, froze, almost instinctively turning his head to look, but managed to restrain himself.

He pretended not to hear anything and slipped away.

As soon as I stepped outside, I found the general counsel who knew the most inside information: [Holy crap! That woman really is the boss's wife!]

……

"Young Master He, are we that familiar?"

Gu Yanci stared blankly at the uninvited guest, wanting nothing more than to kick him out.

It's bad luck to start a conversation with divorce.

He Tingchuan showed no awareness of being uninvited. "Your wife has said she's been cursing at me in front of you several times. How could you not know me?"

Upon hearing Wen Yan's name, Gu Yanci raised an eyebrow slightly.

He replied, "I didn't convince her."

He Tingchuan clicked his tongue, "What's with that hint of smugness in his tone?"

Wen Yan's attitude has been lukewarm these past few days. Gu Yanci has been feeling very frustrated, but seeing that He Tingchuan is having an even worse time than him makes him feel much better.

He took a sip of coffee, crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Young Master He, there's no use in persuading someone to agree on a divorce; your wife has to come to her own sense of it."

The implication is that Wen Yan has figured it out, but Luo Beiqing hasn't, so there's nothing He Tingchuan can do.

He Tingchuan sneered angrily: "Then you'd better pray that Wen Yan never mentions divorce for the rest of her life!"

"..." Gu Yanci's smile faded.

He really wasn't confident.

……

Around noon, Wen Yan received a call from Gu Yanci, who said he would come to pick her up for lunch.

Wen Yan refused without hesitation: "I have plans to eat with Bei Qing."

Gu Yanci glanced at He Tingchuan sitting opposite him and said, "Invite her along."

He Tingchuan, who was half-leaning on the sofa a second ago, sat up slightly.

Wen Yan thought for half a second, then immediately guessed what was going on and asked, "Are you with He Tingchuan?"

Without waiting for Gu Yanci's reply, Wen Yan hung up the phone, unwilling to say another second.

Gu Yanci: "..." He glanced at He Tingchuan with disdain.

He Tingchuan shrugged: "Didn't you reconcile with your wife? I don't see that you're being treated better than me."