Chapter 22 The Final Goodbye
Of course, it was always like this.
It was just that when I loved Bian Yi, I had put away all the means.
Thirty days later.
I and Bian Yi appeared at the civil affairs bureau on time.
He pursed his lips.
He didn't look as haggard and exhausted as in the wife-chasing novels.
Instead, he looked at me with complex eyes.
"Liao Lan, it's not too late to regret now."
I glanced at the woman sitting in his car.
I laughed lightly.
"Then what about your child's mother?"
He hesitated for a moment. "The child's mother can become you. Xiaofu never intended to compete with you for anything..."
He smiled bitterly.
"It's because of your prejudice that you were always on guard. In fact, she is really very simple...
"Even if she can't marry me, she is willing to raise the child in Gangcheng."
At thirty years old.
She could still be so simple with men.
I started to question myself from five years ago.
Was my eye for choosing men so bad?
I stopped his dream talk.
"President Bian, hurry up."
The seal landed on the divorce certificate.
Bian Yi was stunned.
Before leaving, he called me again. "Don't worry, I won't remarry..."
Implying.
He would wait for me to come to my senses.
I really couldn't hold it anymore.
"I think you look like a fool!"
I walked quickly to the parking lot. Bian Yi shouted something behind me, but the wind tore it apart, I couldn't hear it.
I had no mind to listen.
In the parking lot, next to my car, there was an extra black Aston Martin.
I lowered the car window.
Revealing Fang Qiming's smiling face.
"Congratulations on President Liao regaining freedom. Care to have dinner with me?"
He paused.
I handed over the prepared contract.
Fang Qiming flipped through it.
His expression gradually darkened.
"What does this mean?"
Inside was the 20% equity of the Chengdong project, transferred to Fang Qiming.
Meaning he didn't contribute.
And he earned a lot.
I tucked the hair by my ear.
"It was suddenly felt that the secretary beside President Fang was nice. Consider giving up?"
Fang Qiming's expression became difficult.
"Liao Lan."
I smiled. "If not, forget it."
It wasn't intentional to disgust anyone.
It was just suddenly discovered.
The young man's waist and hips were much stronger than they looked.
As for the relationship between me and Fang Qiming.
Or he slept out some feelings.
But the original purpose was still calculation, calculating against Bian Yi, calculating against my marriage.
These things.
I had them in my heart.
Between adults, stopping at the right time is enough.
He used a piece of land to watch a good show. I used the knife he gave me to cleanly cut the mess.
Clear.