Divorced at fifty, I embarked on my path to success.

Xie Mingqi was stunned, then raised her red eyes: "Yusheng, are we really getting a divorce now? Can't we just hold on a little longer?"

“We’ve come this far. If we compromise now, all our efforts will be wasted. We can’t just give the ledger back to him for nothing, can we? Then we’ll have even less chance of finding any leverage against him in the future!” Mei Yusheng sighed softly. She understood Xie Mingqi’s dilemma.

Xie Mingqi has always been a proud and ambitious person, and she has high expectations for her husband. Old Chen has been a professor for over twenty years, and if he fails to be elected as vice-principal this time, he probably will never have another chance for promotion.

People are selfish. Xie Mingqi helped her a lot recently, which was already more than enough. She shouldn't let it affect Lao Chen's election.

Mei Yusheng decided that from this moment on, she would fight alone.

Xie Mingqi hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened her bag, took out a small key and a contract, and handed them to Mei Yusheng: "I'm sorry..."

Mei Yusheng smiled with relief, took it and put it in her bag, patting her hand: "It's okay, you've already helped me a lot."

"I'll go with you to look for a house." Xie Mingqi was conflicted. She didn't dare to anger Yue Jiangting any further, but she also couldn't bear to see Mei Yusheng's lonely figure.

“Go home,” Mei Yusheng said, finishing the last sip of her coffee and standing up. “Let’s try not to see each other in the future, so that the old bastard won’t find out.”

Walking quickly out of the coffee shop alone, Mei Yusheng's eyes welled up with tears and her nose stung. She didn't dare to look back at Xie Mingqi, afraid that she would appear weak.

He straightened his back, strode towards the roadside, and prepared to hail a taxi.

She planned to first go to the bank to exchange two gold bars, and then find a place to rent. She had a very short day and didn't have time to be sad or upset.

Just as she stood by the roadside, a black Cullinan screeched to a halt beside her, and she instinctively took a step back.

The car window rolled down, revealing Qin Chu's gentle and refined face: "Get in!"

"It's you!" Mei Yusheng was surprised at first, then refused, "No, I have something to do."

"I'll take you to the bank!" Qin Chu opened the passenger door, his sharp eyes fixed on her face.

Mei Yusheng was even more surprised: "How did you know I was going to the bank?"

“I also know you need to rent a place.” Qin Chu’s lips curved into a beautiful smile. “Come on up.”

Mei Yusheng didn't hesitate any longer, got into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and started the car.

"Thank you!" Mei Yusheng said politely, feeling as if she were in a dream to have her idol, a famous writer, drive her.

No, I wouldn't even dare to think like that in my dreams.

Unable to resist stealing a glance at him, Qin Chu had one hand on the steering wheel, and the sleeves of his white shirt were folded up twice, revealing his strong, slender wrist.

He has a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and a profile that is both strong and beautiful.

As if sensing her gaze, he suddenly turned his head to look at her, startling her so much that she hurriedly looked away.

"How did you know I was here, and how did you know what I was going to do?" Mei Yusheng smiled awkwardly, trying to make conversation.

"Just a guess," he said casually.

Mei Yusheng paused, stared at him for a moment, and knew he was just giving her a perfunctory answer, which made her somewhat displeased.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person." Qin Chu chuckled, his voice deep yet pure. "You really don't recognize me?"

Mei Yusheng's gaze fell on his gently bobbing Adam's apple, and she was somewhat dazed. When she heard his question, she refocused her gaze on his face.

Attorney Qin Zhan had asked her this question before, and she truly had no recollection of it. Even now, looking at it again, she couldn't remember anything.

"It's not your fault. After all, I was only twelve years old back then. Thirty years have passed, so it's normal that you don't recognize me." Qin Chu smiled indifferently, but his tone revealed a hint of disappointment.

Mei Yusheng was even more confused, desperately searching her memory from more than 30 years ago, when a small face suddenly flashed before her eyes.

"Qin Zhan told you, right? Aren't you considering renting my house?" Qin Chu turned to look at her as the car stopped at the intersection. "It's not like you can live here for free; you have to pay rent."

"I," Mei Yusheng's mind was in turmoil. She was just trying to recall that little face from her memory when she was brought back to the matter of renting a house, leaving her unable to make a decision.

"If you rent a place alone, with your husband's abilities, finding you would be effortless. Won't he cause you trouble? What's the difference between that and living at home?"

Mei Yusheng had to admit that he had thought things through very carefully and comprehensively.

But... she couldn't help but glance at him again for a moment. It wouldn't be safe for her to move into a strange man's house so rashly.

Besides, she couldn't even be sure if he was actually the writer named Qin Chu.

As if hearing her thoughts, Qin Chu reached into the storage box and took out his ID card and driver's license, handing them to her.

Mei Yusheng took the car blankly, looked at it carefully, and then scrutinized him. Seeing him start the car, a pleasant smile appeared on his lips, as if he was secretly laughing. Mei Yusheng blushed without realizing it.

Forty-two years old, what a wonderful age! Mei Yusheng couldn't help but feel envious, especially of men, who are at the most charming and attractive.

Mature just right, mature just right.

Qin Chu's gaze swept across her face meaningfully. Mei Yusheng's face flushed, and she hurriedly handed the things back, glancing at him guiltily, afraid that he would see through her messy thoughts.

Thinking back to how carefully she had checked and verified things earlier, she realized that he didn't trust her, and felt even more embarrassed, wishing she could jump out of the car immediately.

With a smile in his eyes, Qin Chu skillfully parked the car in the parking space.

This was the first time Mei Yusheng had handled something like this, and with Qin Chu by her side guiding her, she felt safe and had a pillar of support.

The procedures went smoothly; I exchanged one item for over 60,000 yuan, which I deposited into a newly opened bank account.

"Want to go take a look at the house first?" Qin Chu accompanied Mei Yusheng out of the bank, a smile playing on his lips. "Consider it as if you found it through a real estate agency, and we even waived the agency fee. If you're not satisfied, I'll take you to find another one."

Mei Yusheng pondered for a few seconds, nodded, and got back into his car.

She figured it out. What could such a young and outstanding man possibly want from a woman over fifty like her? She had no money, no looks, and no youthful years left. Now she was practically homeless, and most people would avoid her. Even her best friend was unwilling to help her anymore. What did she have to be afraid of?

On the way, she received a call from Qin Zhan, asking how her matter was going.

She recounted the events of the previous night as briefly and comprehensively as possible, during which she noticed that Qin Chu's gaze towards her was deep and mysterious.

Upon learning that Mei Yusheng and Qin Chu were together, Qin Zhan laughed and said, "That's good. My second uncle is even more powerful than me. You're absolutely safe with him! Contact me anytime you want to file a lawsuit."

Mei Yusheng was very grateful, said thank you, and hung up the phone.

Upon noticing that Qin Chu's car was heading east into a villa district, Mei Yusheng's eyes widened: "Nianhua Lane? How come it's this way?"

The villa that Yue Jiangting registered under her name was in Nianhuali!