In the spacious Tian Da Building, in a technologically advanced office, Su Mo sat at her pristine white desk. She held the freshly printed divorce agreement in her hand and eagerly signed her name on it.

Because it was written with some flair, the last stroke even has a bit of a dragon flying and dancing feel to it.

Meng Jian, standing on the side, looked and couldn't help but say, "Don't you really consider it?"

Su Mo raised her head, revealing a delicate face. Her almond-shaped eyes were captivating, and her small nose was adorned with a charming red birthmark. She had fair skin and long, straight black hair cascading down her shoulders, giving her the appearance of a pure and innocent college graduate.

And Meng Jian, with his buzz cut, wore a black suit and had a stern expression. He was the CEO of the company, but at this moment, he stood on the side like an underling.

"Why consider it?" Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for this day? Two years!"

The engagement agreement was for two years, and today it finally expires! I endured for two years!

Meng Jian: "..."

"I want you to send your most reliable and trustworthy person. I want to see the 'divorce certificate' today." Su Mo handed Meng Jian the signed divorce agreement, "Is the lawyer ready? I don't want any delays."

Meng Jian took it, fell silent for a moment, and said, "I always feel that you are very happy."

"Of course I'm happy!" Su Mo stood up, clenching her fists, "In the future, no one will marry me, this 'divorced' and 'sad' single item."

"Who else in this world could make you, make you compromise... " Meng Jian stopped talking.

The person who could make Su Mo compromise was, indeed, Grandma Su. However, Grandma Su had passed away six months ago.

In order to feel secure, Su Mo married into the Si family as the third wife of Si Nan Que.

Su Mo glanced at Meng Jian, "Go ahead, I have an appointment with a hairstylist, see you later."

"As for the alimony..." Meng Jian thought about what had just been mentioned, and his stomach ached. He could almost imagine Si Nan Que's expression when he heard this.

"Get me 10 million in cash ready." Su Mo adjusted her long, black straight hair. "I'm going to change my hairstyle first."

"Are you sure you want cash?" Meng Jian looked exasperated. "Ten million in cash is heavy."

"Sure, I'm a generous person. Si Nan Que occupied the spouse column for two years, saving me so much trouble? One million isn't too much." Su Mo said seriously, "I'm going to give this money to him personally."

………………

On the 88th floor of the tallest skyscraper in the Z city CBD, in a conference room as silent as a valley, the atmosphere was thick with tension.

A knock on the door suddenly sounded, and then, without getting a response, the assistant Bai Jingshu pushed the door open and walked in.

Mr. Si," Bai Jing Shu said, holding a document in his hand and walking in a hurry.

At the center of the conference table, sat Sun Quan in a black suit, his deep blue shirt buttoned to the top, snugly hugging his neck. His tie fluctuated slightly with each breath he took. His hair was slicked back neatly and his face was handsome and refined. His gaze, devoid of warmth, swept across the room as he said coldly, "Get out!"

"But..." the assistant Bai Jingshu said with a serious expression, "I think you should deal with this matter first."

"A tremendous thing has happened…"

"

The divorce agreement was sent by the wife's emissary.

The entire conference room fell silent. Everyone felt like they were breathing wrong, but the gossip gene couldn't help but bubble to the surface.

Madam!

Divorce!

Agreement!

Mr. Si, are you married? When did it happen?

No, now it's... divorced?

The compass on the front of the sundial was blank, but a pair of eyes as dark as ink gradually furrowed in concentration.

His deep-set eyes looked at his assistant Bai Jingshu who held a file in mid-air.

Bai Jing Shu dared not speak up, but he had to. "Madam's people said... you just need to sign,"

"Go check it out!" Si Nanque spat out two words from within, his breath as cold as an ice blade in the depths of winter.

The people in the conference room stood up and filed out.

In an instant, the entire large conference room was left with only Si Nanque and his assistant Bai Jing书.

Si Nan Que raised his hand, his long and slender fingers gently pinching the divorce agreement.

This is probably the simplest divorce agreement he's ever seen.

There are no asset entanglements, no liability issues, just a certificate of information, plus a signature.

...And that piece already had a signature — Su Mo.

Si Nan's mind tried to conjure up Su Mo's features, but... he found that he didn't have a very deep impression of Su Mo, who had been his wife for two years.

Some people are faces that appear instantly, while others remain blurry in their minds.

He spoke in a flat tone, "

「Pen.」

His marriage to Su Mo was a contract, both of them entering into it for their own reasons. He did so for the inheritance - only a married man at the time could sign that authorization document.

but...

Si Nan Que thought for a moment, then suddenly looked at his assistant, "What was the reason you married me back then?"

Bai Jing Shu: "..."

As an assistant to Si Nanque, Bai Jingshu is the only married person among Si Nanque's few friends. He was even responsible for printing the marriage agreement at the time.

"Mrs.... no, Miss Su married because of..." Bai Jingshu almost lost his composure. He knew the president was busy, and that in two years of marriage, he hadn't returned to their marital home even once. But, they had met over these two years! How could he be so careless!"

Sinan Que took the pen and hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she resolutely signed her name and said, "Alimony..." She thought about how much to give, after all, he was once the person on her spouse's column.

However...

"Ms. Su said she would pay you alimony," Bai Jingshu stated seriously.

His fair and delicate face froze, he reached up to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses, finally transmitting the last sentence.

Si Nan Qu slightly raised his eyes, "What did you say?" Did he hear wrong? Paying him alimony?

Bai Jingxu said once again, "Madam said that the alimony will be paid to you, but it needs to be handed over in person. She intends to schedule a dinner with you tonight, but I heard that you have an appointment with Mr. Long from the Finance Bureau this evening. Do you think you need to change your schedule?"

"No need." He thought tonight's dinner was important.

"Mr. Si, you mean it doesn't need to be..." Bai Jingshu was afraid of misunderstanding, so he asked for clarification. "Is it the dinner or the alimony?"

Si Nan Que's handsome face darkened several shades. "I... don't... need... it!"

………………

Su Mo looked at the red certificate—a divorce certificate, and couldn't help but gently curl her lips upward. Then, satisfied, she closed it and looked at the assistant beside her, "Did he get his copy?"

Assistant: "As for the travel time, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Mr. Si should have it by now."

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