Chapter 11 Packing and Pretending
Shen Chuxue coming back was only a matter of time.
A cuckoo like me still squatting in the nest would definitely become hated sooner or later.
Sometimes I selfishly think—it’s not my fault I never met my birth mother, so why should I suffer?
But then another voice inside says I’m the one who benefited. What right do I have to enjoy someone else’s wealth and glory? The one who should have grown up in an orphanage is me.
If I can still shamelessly stay here, I’m really too thick-skinned.
Besides—
I thought about how hard Shen Chuxue works.
She’s way better than a useless thing like me.
The Shen family company would be in much better hands with her.
The thought of suddenly going from luxury to poverty shattered my heart.
But so what if it breaks a little?
Better than dying miserably later, right?
I started packing my luggage.
Damn it, why do I have so many clothes with tags still on?
One suitcase is nowhere near enough!
When Xie Sinian walked in, he saw me sitting in the walk-in closet, crying and laughing at the same time.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I wiped my tears. “Can’t you see? I’m packing.”
“You’re going on a trip?”
“I’m running away from home.”
“Shen Tingwan, are you still mad at me?”
He crouched in front of me, head lowered carefully. “I’m sorry.”
I ignored him.
My mouth kept running though.
“Fine, I won’t be able to wear such nice clothes later anyway. Take less.
“More gold bars instead.
“Bank cards too.
“Oh, and also…”
“What about me?” Xie Sinian grabbed my hand, face cold. “Shen Tingwan, are you abandoning me?”
How ridiculous.
This aloof flower I dragged down from his pedestal couldn’t wait to escape my clutches before.
What act is this now?
I suddenly remembered.
Not long ago I invested in his startup. Until it succeeds, he probably still needs me as his ATM.
After all, our beginning was just a transaction.
I laughed to myself. After sleeping together for over a year, he’s learned to bend and stretch.
Of course.
He endured humiliation for years just waiting for the day he could throw me to street thugs for revenge.
That kind of death hurts too much.
I don’t want to die.
So I turned my head and said coldly,
“Xie Sinian, let’s sign the Divorce Agreement.”
“What did you say?”
He gripped my wrist so hard.
His face went deathly pale.