Volume One, Chapter Thirteen: She Actually Wants a Divorce

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Bo Congnan subconsciously wanted to refuse. "Dad, Shen Zhiyi deliberately leaked our match strategies and is now hiding outside, afraid to come home. She—"

Bo Qindao on the other end of the line cut him off curtly.

"You brat! If you hadn’t abandoned Zhiyi on your wedding day, would she have gotten so angry as to run away from home? It's normal for Zhiyi to have a little tantrum after leaking the strategies. You’ve really gone too far this time; you’re about to disgrace the entire Bo family!"

"Grandpa was so angry he couldn’t sleep all night, and I ended up getting scolded too! Now that Bo Bingqian is back, if you don’t make an effort to please grandpa, I’m afraid the heir to the Bo Group will soon fall into Bo Bingqian’s hands!"

On the day of the wedding, Bo Congnan abandoned me.

I stood alone on the stage holding the bouquet, the mocking eyes of the crowd below etched forever in my memory.

They mocked me—a daughter of a mistress, foolishly thinking she could marry into a wealthy family, unaware that the other party never took this marriage seriously.

From beginning to end, I was nothing but a joke.

That phone call from Bo Qindao sobered Bo Congnan considerably.

He had been so lost in unlocking new maps with Meng Xiangyi these past days that he forgot grandpa’s deep fondness for Shen Zhiyi.

If grandpa knew she still hadn’t come home, he would surely be furious.

At that point, the position of heir to Bo Group might truly fall into Bo Bingqian’s hands.

That was absolutely intolerable!

Thinking this, Bo Congnan took out his phone and sent me a message.

“Grandpa misses you and wants to see you. I’m not going to hold your leaking the strategies against you anymore. Come home quickly.”

Between the lines, Bo Congnan’s tone seemed magnanimous, as if he were a lofty emperor reluctantly pardoning a wayward consort.

It was laughable and ridiculous.

I stared at the message that fell into the void, expression indifferent.

After sending the message, Bo Congnan set the phone aside and began handling matters for the team.

He believed he had already given me a big way out.

He wasn’t even holding the strategy leak against me, so what right did I have to refuse to forgive him?

But, Bo Congnan, you are destined to be disappointed.

I will never forgive you.

A dead person certainly won’t reply to your messages.

Bo Congnan was busy all afternoon; the next week the Speed Phantom competition was coming up.

Before the match, the leaked strategies unsettled the team, and although with Sister Xiangyi’s help the impact wouldn’t be too great, he still had to be careful.

He mustn’t make a mistake at such a critical moment, or grandpa would think even less of him compared to that outsider.

He finished handling his affairs.

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The message Bo Congnan sent went unanswered.

His brow furrowed slightly, visibly displeased.

He sent another message.

“Shen Zhiyi, you know my temper. Take the way out I’m offering or think carefully about the consequences of dragging this on endlessly!”

After sending the message, Bo Congnan turned off his phone.

Just as he was about to stand up, the phone vibrated.

A faint smile curled at the corner of Bo Congnan’s lips.

Scared now, huh?

Had to say something harsh before you’d listen—deep down, you’re still easy to manipulate.

Bo Congnan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stood and leisurely paced around the office.

Only after the call rang a third time did he pick up in a leisurely manner.

“Shen Zhiyi, where are you now? Should I send someone to pick you up?”

Looking at Bo Congnan’s smug expression, I felt a wave of nausea rise inexplicably.

I recalled every time we argued, Bo Congnan would threaten me harshly, while I always held back for the sake of our relationship and the dignity of the Bo and Shen families.

In hindsight, he truly took advantage of me, becoming accustomed to bullying me.

His tone always carried that arrogant air.

From the other end, Aunt Wang shouted, “Oh, sir, what are you saying? You must be missing madly. I’m Aunt Wang, not madam.”

Hearing this, Bo Congnan’s expression shifted. “Why is it you?”

Aunt Wang said, “Sir, didn’t you say madam would be back and call you? Madam’s things have arrived—looks like they’re for you.”

“Got it. I’ll be back later.”

Bo Congnan laughed disdainfully, realizing he was wrong. Afraid to come home empty-handed, she sent something to appease him?

Shen Zhiyi is quite savvy.

In just a few seconds, Bo Congnan’s expression shifted from contempt to annoyance to disdain.

Like a master of changing faces.

No wonder Meng Xiangyi could toy with him at will—his brain just wasn’t up to the task.

Bo Congnan returned to the bridal suite.

Aunt Wang was already waiting at the door.

Snowflakes drifted heavily from the sky as Bo Congnan stepped out of the car under an umbrella. His polished leather shoes crunched softly on the snow.

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Aunt Wang hurriedly handed Bo Congnan a thin file folder.

Bo Congnan took it with one hand. “Where’s madam?”

Aunt Wang said, “No sign of madam. This was delivered by the courier.”

Bo Congnan weighed the folder; it didn’t seem like a gift.

What kind of trick was Shen Zhiyi up to now?

Bo Congnan opened the folder, but before his fingers could touch the papers inside, his phone rang.

Meng Xiangyi’s voice came through. “Congnan, I heard you’re back at the bridal suite. Has Zhiyi come back yet?”

Bo Congnan placed the folder on the table and tapped his fingers lightly. “Not yet, but she must realize her mistake. She even sent me a gift. I think she’ll be back soon.”

Meng Xiangyi paused for a second. “That’s good. After all, you and Zhiyi are married. This stalemate isn’t a solution. Grandpa Bo can’t be unreasonable either. As long as Zhiyi is willing to come back, I’m sure he’ll forgive your inappropriate behavior on your wedding day at the upcoming welcome banquet.”

Bo Congnan chuckled softly. “Sister Xiangyi, you really think of me. Unlike that Shen Zhiyi, who only knows how to throw tantrums and ran away in anger, making grandpa scold me badly. She’s really not reliable at all.”

Meng Xiangyi said, “Don’t say that. It’s normal for a young girl like Zhiyi to have a temper.”

“Hah, I’m not indulging her spoiled tantrums. After all, she’s just the daughter of a mistress. Sister Xiangyi, you never threw a tantrum, but she started first. Has she forgotten her position?”

Bo Congnan’s slanderous words fell on my ears like sharp needles, cracking the calm ice until it shattered completely, forming a boundless abyss.

My gaze quietly fixed on the file folder. The contents inside were prepared before the wedding.

I never expected them to reach Bo Congnan only now.

A faint smile tugged at my lips.

Too bad it’s too late.

If only I were still alive... it would be better.

The call ended. Bo Congnan tore open the folder and pulled out its contents.

Several A4 sheets.

When Bo Congnan saw the words on the first page, he froze.

His upward-curving lips didn’t even have time to retract.

Aunt Wang covered her mouth in surprise. “Oh my, it’s a divorce agreement! Sir, everything seemed fine—why would madam want to divorce you?”