At fifty, she remarried into a wealthy family; her ex-husband knelt down and begged for reconciliati

Civil Affairs Bureau.

He Qiaoyun saw Xu Hui and Wang Jinghuai again.

Xu Hui is divorcing her so he can seamlessly transition into getting a marriage certificate with Wang Jinghuai.

As a woman, Wang Jinghuai's first glance fell on the bag He Qiaoyun was carrying, as well as her coat and skirt.

Yesterday I went shopping with Xu Hui. She liked a bag and a coat, but Xu Hui didn't buy them for her.

In the blink of an eye, He Qiaoyun carried her favorite bag and put on a coat worth several thousand yuan.

This aroused her jealousy and envy.

"This bag of yours, is it fake?" Wang Jinghuai said.

He Qiaoyun smiled calmly, "I'm just a housewife and I don't know much about these bags. I just bought them because I liked them. There's no need to buy fakes for something that costs 20,000 or 30,000 yuan. What, didn't Xu Hui buy you one? You're so jealous."

"Sigh, women still need to be independent, otherwise they'll have to depend on men to buy a bag."

These words struck a nerve with Wang Jinghuai. She gritted her teeth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Xu Hui recognized it as the bag he had complained about yesterday. He felt a strong desire to possess He Qiaoyun's money and sneered, "He Qiaoyun, just keep acting up. When you're starving, you'll be crying. Don't come back begging me then."

He hasn't had a good time these past few days because it's payday for his employees, and he's almost broke.

Meanwhile, Wang Jinghuai was always asking him for money, and all sorts of packages kept arriving at their house every day. She didn't work or do any housework, and he was getting really annoyed.

On the contrary, He Qiaoyun had a rosy complexion, wore light makeup, and was dressed in a light-colored dress with a coat of the same color. She was elegant and composed.

She seemed to have been rejuvenated, no longer the haggard old woman he had described.

He Qiaoyun said coldly, "You should mind your own business."

Xu Hui was somewhat displeased and accused, "I heard that you cut off Fei Chi and Xiu Cheng's living expenses. How could you be so heartless, living a carefree life while ignoring the children's well-being?"

He Qiaoyun laughed angrily, "Xu Hui, don't you feel ashamed to say that? Over the years, have you ever really taken care of them? Have you ever given them living expenses? When you were using money to support your mistress and illegitimate daughter, did you never think about them? What right do you have to morally blackmail me?"

Wang Jinghuai disliked being called a mistress and immediately retorted, "He Qiaoyun, have you ever heard the saying, 'The one who isn't loved is the mistress'? Ahui and I are truly in love. I'm going to get my marriage certificate with Ahui soon, and I will be his rightful wife."

He Qiaoyun smiled at her and said, "What you said fits my stereotype of mistresses. Only a real mistress would try to remove the label and say such sophistry."

"You!" Wang Jinghuai opened her mouth, speechless, then turned and hugged Xu Hui's arm, pleading, "Honey, say something..."

Xu Hui was very impatient and yelled, "Enough! Aren't you all annoying? What's the point of all this arguing?"

Immediately, the divorced couples who had been watching the commotion in the waiting room wisely withdrew their gazes.

Wang Jinghuai was frightened by Xu Hui. When they had their affair before, Xu Hui was always gentle and loving towards her, and she could have whatever she wanted.

But ever since they started living together, Xu Hui has always complained that she's wasteful and not virtuous enough.

She was so wronged.

It was Xu Hui himself who said she was a delicate rose, to be held in the palm of one's hand, and that he couldn't bear to see her suffer even the slightest hardship...

He Qiaoyun ignored his impatience and picked up her phone to check the time.

There were quite a few people getting divorced today, so the wait was a little longer.

Xu Hui calmed himself down, hugged the aggrieved Wang Jinghuai, and quietly kissed her. "I wasn't targeting you, don't be angry."

Men all like women who know how to be charming and submissive. Even if Wang Jinghuai is wasteful and lazy, Xu Hui will not kick her out.

Moreover, they had already held a wedding ceremony, and his performative personality wouldn't allow him to contradict himself. Since it was his first love, he had to be devoted to her to the end.

After a while, Xu Hui said in a commanding tone, "He Qiaoyun, you can't keep spending money like this. You have to continue providing living expenses for your sons."

A few days ago, his eldest son called him asking for money. He was already annoyed, and when he heard that his son was asking for money, he got really angry.

But no matter what, he is still his own son, and he will have to rely on him to support him in his old age. However, he cannot pay for his son's living expenses, so he can only ask his son to ask He Qiaoyun for it.

He Qiaoyun turned to look at him, finding his words absurd and laughable. "Xu Hui, isn't he your son?"

"You have to give it to me," Xu Hui said unreasonably.

He Qiaoyun laughed lightly, "I'm divorcing you, and I don't want the children anymore. Anyway, I can't rely on them to take care of me in my old age."

She doesn't care about the old or the young; she doesn't care whether they live or die.

As soon as the words were spoken, an announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Number 17, please proceed to window number one."

He Qiaoyun stood up. "Let's go."

Seeing that he wouldn't budge on the amount of money for the child's living expenses, Xu Hui sulked and didn't move.

He Qiaoyun was getting impatient. She turned to look at Wang Jinghuai with a disdainful look in her eyes, "Your husband has soiled his pants and can't get up? Are you still going to get a divorce or not? Everyone is busy, can't we stop wasting time?"

Wang Jinghuai frowned. "How can you talk like that? It's so rude." As she spoke, she nudged Xu Hui.

Xu Hui stood up. "I must have been blind back then."

He Qiaoyun chuckled, "Yes, you're only fit to have a clandestine relationship with a mistress like Wang Jinghuai, who's not respectable enough to be seen in public."

"He Qiaoyun! Don't force me..."

He Qiaoyun was exhausted and interrupted, "Fine, fine, you're already over fifty, you don't have many years left to live. Hurry up and divorce me, give her a sweet home, don't make her wait any longer, okay?"

The sarcastic remark made the staff sitting opposite them unable to help but laugh.

With all the necessary documents in place and the official seal affixed, the divorce was successfully processed.

The staff handed them two certificates.

"Please keep these safe, both of you."

He Qiaoyun took the divorce certificate, feeling completely relieved.

When Wang Jinghuai saw them get up, she immediately came over, smiling and taking Xu Hui's arm, her face full of pride: "Honey, let's go get our marriage certificate quickly."

After all these years, he finally managed to oust the original wife.

Xu Hui hugged Wang Jinghuai and kissed her in front of He Qiaoyun, as if to spite her.

"Wait a minute, what should we eat?" Xu Hui asked.

Wang Jinghuai gave him a shy push, seemingly coyly accepting his advances, "Oh dear, we're still outside..."

He Qiaoyun felt disgusted, rolled her eyes thoroughly, and said, "It's true what they say, what kind of pot you put in what kind of lid, a scumbag paired with a green tea b*tch, absolutely."

After saying that, she left without looking back.

Xu Hui watched her retreating figure, his eyes filled with a strange reluctance, and a hidden irritation in his heart.

There's a saying that goes, "If you marry a red rose, over time, the red will fade into a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white will remain the bright moonlight before your bed; if you marry a white rose, the white will become a grain of rice stuck to your clothes, while the red will remain a cinnabar mole on your heart."

Xu Hui, who had tried both, felt a deep emptiness inside.