Chapter 139: Are you really going to divorce me?

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It was like a volcanic eruption, but it was stuck by a heavy object just before the explosion.

Something that was neither up nor down, suffocating her to the point that her heart was trembling.

Ning Qing was shocked and did not seem to understand what he meant.

Nian lie didn't give her any time to think. He said coldly to the person behind him, Lu Zhui, give it to her.

An agreement fell in front of her eyes.

When she saw the name clearly, ning Qing's hand that was holding the glass suddenly tightened, and her fingertips hurt.

After a long time, she heard her own voice.

Trembling, humble.

You really want to divorce me?

He asked in a questioning tone, and at the end, his voice trembled so much that it was almost inaudible.

Nian lie didn't answer. His cold gaze fell on the divorce agreement in her hand.

there will be a lawyer coming to talk to you about the division of assets. You've been with me for two years, and the Nian family will not mistreat you.

His tone was flat as he discussed the divorce, but it was as calm and cold as if he was discussing the weather today.

So he really wanted Yueyue to get a divorce?

Something was broken in her heart.

The sound was extremely clear. Then, pain came from his heart and spread to his limbs.

Ning Qing's fingers stiffened. She could not hold the agreement and it fell to the ground.

The sound of his crickets rang out in her hand that was holding the glass, and her fingertips were bloodshot.

He felt a stab in his heart and looked away.

He said indifferently,

didn't you always want to get a divorce before? now, all you need to do is to sign the papers.

He bowed slightly, stretched out his long arm, and picked up the paper on the ground.

Ning Qing, don't tell me that you've fallen in love with me, and that's why you're unwilling to divorce me.

His words were laced with faint mockery.

Her hand slipped, and the glass of water fell over, shattering on the ground.

Under the man's silent gaze, ning Qing turned her head away, hiding her deep sorrow and pain.

Her eyes were wet with tears.

For the first time, she did not deny it.

Or rather, she had no strength to deny it.

She reached out and grabbed the agreement.

A pen.

Lu Zhui's expression was complicated. Under Nian lie's warning, he handed over the fountain pen.

She grabbed it, scribbled the two words ning Qing , and threw it to him.

She lowered her head and pointed at the door.

Get lost, he said.

Nian Xi stood up. From his point of view, the woman's face was lowered, pale, and her long eyelashes were wet. A tear fell on the bed, and the fabric was quickly absorbed.

Afraid that he would see it, she covered it with her hand the next second.

The moment she couldn't see, the man's calmness seemed to crack, and the pain of being shattered completely emerged.

It was just for a short moment.

the divorce needs to be kept a secret for the time being. I'll get someone to contact you when it's time to announce it.

He did not get a response.

A tinge of red flashed past Nian Xi's eyes, and she unconsciously raised her hand.

However, when it touched her, it weakly tightened and retracted.

He turned around and strode away.

The door closed.

The agreement in his hand was crumpled beyond recognition.

His limbs were stiff as he passed the agreement to Lu Zhui.

Young master, why do you have to do this?

Lu Zhui couldn't help but ask.

Isn't it better to keep young Madam by your side? Once you leave her, others will have an opportunity to take advantage of you. Aren't you afraid of Yingluo?

He couldn't finish his sentence, nor did he dare to.

Nian lie took a deep breath, his eyes dark and distant.

Send the agreement to the old residence, he said without answering.

Lu Zhui nodded.

Nian Yujing stood at the door, forcing herself not to turn around and enter.

After a long time, he left.

In the ward, the woman's head was buried in the sheets. Her mournful cries were covered by her hands, not letting out a single sound.

Her tears wet the entire pillow.