Night Fire Lingering

Gu Yanci's face was stern as his warm, large hand caressed the woman's slender, delicate neck, like a lover comforting her, yet also like a predator warning and threatening its prey.

It was as if he would snap her neck with one hand if she disobeyed!

"You were the one who wanted to get married, and now you're the one who wants a divorce..."

He leaned closer and whispered in her ear in a suggestive yet dangerous tone, "What, have you found someone new?"

Wen Yan sensed danger and suppressed the urge to shrink back, saying as calmly as possible, "It's not a new love, I've liked you for a long time."

Gu Yanci's voice unconsciously turned colder as his gaze lingered on her beautiful face. He asked with interest, "Oh? Who?"

"you do not know."

"tell me the story."

That deathly calm tone didn't sound like he was interested at all; on the contrary, it suggested he wanted to kill the person on the spot.

"A senior student."

Wen Yan felt it was really strange to talk to her current husband about her new love interest—a love interest that didn't even exist.

Gu Yanci said as if he had heard a joke: "Wen Yan, you've never been one for long. You like this one today and that one tomorrow. How long can you like this man?"

She has never been persistent since childhood?

She had clearly liked him since childhood, yet in his eyes she was a promiscuous woman!

Wen Yan was too lazy to argue, so she lowered her eyes and said, "Wen Muzhi has returned to China, and I'm voluntarily making room for him. You should be happy."

"Then shall I praise you for being sensible, Mrs. Gu?"

Gu Yanci was over 1.8 meters tall, and when he stood up straight, he almost completely enveloped Wen Yan in shadow.

Backlit, Wen Yan couldn't see his expression, but even though his tone was still gentle, she could feel the oppressive atmosphere around him.

And that phrase "Mrs. Gu" is definitely a veiled insult to her!

Just as Wen Yan was about to speak, Gu Yanci suddenly received a phone call. He occasionally hummed in response to the voice on the other end of the line.

He tossed the printed divorce papers onto the coffee table and went upstairs while on the phone. A few minutes later, he came down with a suit jacket in his hand, ready to leave.

Wen Yan picked up the divorce agreement again and chased after him barefoot to the door: "Why don't you sign the divorce agreement first?"

Gu Yanci suppressed his anger and glanced at the divorce agreement.

Since the divorce agreement did not involve the division of property, Wen Yan was very clear that she would leave with nothing, so the content of the divorce agreement was very simple, and Gu Yanci could read it at a glance.

"Leave with nothing? Mrs. Wen, even a losing business wouldn't do that," he kindly advised.

Money can be earned, but people won't wait.

Wen Yan wanted to end this wrong relationship as soon as possible to save face for herself.

These words only fueled Gu Yanci's anger: "You like him that much?"

Wen Yan nodded haphazardly and urged the man to sign.

"Mrs. Wen, you are a top student in law. I, an outsider, dare not make any agreement with you casually."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already hurried away.

"Gu Yanci!"

Wen Yan watched his retreating figure and suddenly called out to him, "Whether you believe it or not, three years ago, I never intended to scheme against you and marry me!"

"Is it?"

The man casually uttered two words and then completely disappeared from sight.

Wen Yan knew he didn't believe her.

After all, everyone thought that marrying Gu Yanci was a huge bargain for her, a down-on-her-luck socialite who was unloved by her father and mother!

However, she had secretly loved him for many years, how could she bear to let him marry her in such a humiliating way?

-

Wen Yan is a Hong Kong resident. She reached the legal marriage age at 16 and became Gu Yanci's wife at 18. Now, at 21, she is preparing for a divorce and is about to become a senior law student at Beijing University.

With the arrival of summer vacation, Wen Yan moved from the Longyu Bay villa back to an apartment near the school.

Two days later, in the evening, I received a text message:

【Yan Yan, are you free to meet tomorrow afternoon at 2 PM? I have something important to tell you.】

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A high-end afternoon tea restaurant in Beijing.

Wen Muzhi sat by the window, wearing a sleeveless black Chanel dress, with straight hair reaching her shoulders, and delicate, gentle, and intellectual features.

Her left wrist was covered by a black wristband from her palm to her wrist – she had been seriously injured years ago, and even after recovery, it still ached easily in air-conditioned rooms.

Wen Yan forced herself to look away from her wrist, not wanting to feel guilty.

"Yan Yan, I thought you wouldn't come." Wen Muzhi stood up with a smile, his voice gentle and serene.

Everyone in the elite circles of the capital knows that Wen Muzhi is a good older sister.

Wen Yan once thought so too.

“I wasn’t planning on coming.” Wen Yan sat down opposite her. “After all, it was very impolite of you to just send me a text message with the time and place.”

If Wen Yan hadn't wanted Wen Muzhi to go to school to find her, she would never have come today!

Wen Muzhi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said in a seemingly complimentary tone, "Not bad, you have more confidence in your speech after marrying Ci-ge. You wouldn't have dared to talk to me like this before."

Wen Yan wasn't afraid before, but she was foolish enough to respect and love her as an older sister.

"Is something wrong?"

"My parents asked me to ask you about Junming's matter. Have you told Ci-ge about it? Junming is going to court next week, so he doesn't have time."

"Junming intentionally injured someone; that's a done deal, and there's no point in talking to anyone about it."

After Wen Yan's mother passed away, Wen's father quickly remarried, marrying Wen Muzhi's mother. Wen Muzhi was two years older than her, and after entering the family, he changed his surname to Wen and was greatly favored by Wen's father.

The father and stepmother had a son named Wen Junming. Wen Junming just turned eighteen this year. Last month, he fought with the young master of the Zheng family over a girlfriend and punched the young master in the eye. Now the Zheng family wants Wen Junming to go to jail.

"Yan Yan, the Zheng family is just a dog raised by the Gu family. As long as Brother Ci steps in, this matter will be easy to handle."

“Wen Muzhi, you were able to get Gu Yanci out of my bed with just a phone call in the middle of the night. I think it would be more effective for you to beg him in person, especially since—”

Wen Yan paused, rested her chin on her hand, and said with a relieved smile, "I have no right to ask him to do anything for the Wen family now. Gu Yanci and I are getting a divorce!"

"You...you want a divorce?" Wen Muzhi's eyes widened in shock, unable to believe it.

Wen Yan was delighted.

Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes were full of laughter, sparkling as if they had discovered something interesting.

"So Gu Yanci didn't tell you?" She twirled her hair with her fingertips, leaned closer, and feigned surprise. "Oh! Sister, you should be careful that he doesn't have other dogs outside. He didn't even tell you such important information!"

Wen Muzhi seemed oblivious to the veiled insult that he was being called a dog.

"Yan Yan, Ci Ge and I are just good friends." Wen Muzhi didn't believe Wen Yan's explanation for the divorce and looked her over. "Back then, you went to great lengths to get into Ci Ge's bed and used every trick in the book to become Mrs. Gu. You should have clung to him tightly."

Wen Yan sighed in frustration, shook her head and said, "But I'm not physically strong enough. Gu Yanci's needs are too strong, and his technique is not good either. I can't handle it!"