—Ding Dong—

Mobile phone information notification sound.

"Go to the hospital right away." Su Nan was stunned for a long time when she saw this message, her mouth as if struck hard.

The sender noted "husband" in their message.

—Ding Dong—

Then another message, the bank card received a transfer of 500,000.

Go through the history records: "Remember to go to the hospital."

Transfer 500,000.

Remember to come to the hospital.

Transfer 500,000.

Go to the hospital immediately.

Transfer 500,000.

……

For three years of marriage, Fu Yechuan's main contact was to get Qiao Wan to the hospital... no, to sell her... to…

And he treated himself forever like a stranger.

This month, it has happened three times, exceeding the load.

Su Nan sat on the sofa, her eyes blurring with unshed tears. Yesterday, she had waited for him at the door for over an hour in the rain, and today she felt unwell, dizzy and feverish. So she didn't go to work. Fu Yechuan... probably didn't even know she had a fever.

"Ahem..."

Su Nan held her phone, hesitating over how to reply, when suddenly a message from a stranger shattered her last shred of resolve and pride.

Even if you're Mrs. Fu, a mere facade, you have the audacity to hold this position for three years. Does Fu Yechen even look at you? He was resting here with me last night. If I were you, I'd hang myself. You're nothing but a mistress!

A mistress?

Su Nan's heart was heavy with a mixture of sadness and shock. To be labeled such a despicable word after being the legitimate Mrs. Fu, giving up her family and friends for three years of marriage, felt utterly unjust.

It was as if I had been struck by something heavy. All those years of humble living, accumulated like bricks, suddenly shattered into pieces.

And then a photo was sent to her phone, of Fu Yechen sleeping peacefully. His handsome face was sculpted like a work of art, captivating those who were drawn to him like moths to a flame. It seemed as if it were confirming the words spoken just moments ago.

And nestled against his shoulder was Qiao Wan. Although both of them had closed their eyes, the twitching corner of Qiao Wan's mouth betrayed her current state of wakefulness.

They look so much like a couple of close relatives!

My phone suddenly rang, it was a call from the Fu family's old house.

Without conscious thought, Fu Yechuan's mother, Qu Qing, spoke in a commanding tone, showing no politeness.

"Su Nan, have you forgotten what day it is? The maid is resting today, so come over and cook!"

Su Nan sneered and hung up the phone without a word!

She always treated Fu Yechen with utmost care, maintaining a fragile marriage.

At the company, everyone looked down on

them

At the Fu family, Fu Yechen's mother and sister looked down on her because of her unknown background. They were picky, making her do all the chores - cooking, washing clothes, even cleaning. She was humble and obedient like a servant, never complaining or putting Fu Yechen in an awkward position.

I've gotten used to it.

No matter how much others look down on him, Su Nan is willing to endure for Fu Ye Chuan.

For three years, Fu Yechuan seemed to have forgotten about his wife, except for company work and transferring money.

At this moment, I am so tired, I feel like I can't go on.

This wasn't Qiao Wan's first time provoking this Mrs. Fu. Past insults could be laughed off, but this photo completely trampled on her pride.

Shame, coldness, and loneliness swept over everyone.

Three years of marriage, it turned out to be a joke?

At this moment, 's face was extremely grim, and he had made up his mind.

Okay, this joke is over.

Su Nan found Fu Ye Chuan's chat box and without hesitation said, "Let's get a divorce."

Although my mind was hazy, I knew my decision was right.

Fu Yechen's phone rang immediately, almost anticipating his anger at this moment. The man's voice was cold and indifferent:

"Su Nan, what are you doing? If you want more money, just name your price. The doctor said Wen is in danger..."

Nanqiang endured the pounding in his head, interrupting him, coldly pulling at the corner of his mouth, his voice raspy and low, "Fu Yechuan, meet me at the Civil Affairs Bureau in an hour, or I'll let you die."

After finishing the call, he hung up. Then a text message popped up.

Received a transfer of 1 million.

"Haha..."

Su Nan let out a laugh, tears welling up uncontrollably. It was really laughable, so ridiculous...

(Editor in charge：romance novel)