Shen Wanci hadn't thought about whether she'd lived enough. All she knew was that even though she had to return to Yuting Courtyard now, she wouldn't ride in the same car with him!

She drove herself to the Yuting Garden, whether intentionally or not, they both arrived almost at the same time.

Shen Wanci ignored him, snorted and went up the stairs.

When Auntie Sun saw her return, she happily said, “Mrs. [Last Name], you're finally back! The master hasn't been in good spirits these past few days. I haven't even dared to make a sound while cleaning.”

Shen Wanci was a kind person, and Auntie Sun was someone she had chosen herself. So she felt more relaxed in front of her, rambling on incessantly: "Which couple doesn't fight? As the saying goes, a quarrel at the head of the bed makes up at the foot. Your husband cares about you..."

Shen Wanci didn't want to hear anything good about Bo Jingzhou, and casually asked, "Auntie Sun, does your husband eat the things you make?"

Auntie Sun didn't know why Shen Wanci suddenly asked this, so she answered honestly: "Eat ah, my family member doesn't pick, whatever I order he eats whatever. Whatever I cook, he eats it all."

Shen Wanci changed her shoes and walked in, her tone light: "But my husband never eats what I make for him, let alone anything I cook."

Aunt Sun was instantly speechless. She silently glanced at the man standing at the door. Seeing his gloomy face, thin lips pressed tightly together, and the chill emanating from him was somewhat frightening...

Shen Wanci went straight to the second floor, opened the bedroom door, and a familiar scent hit her.

Bao Jingzhou may not have come back to live here for a while. The furnishings in the room are still as they were when she left, even the small items she left on her bedside table are still there.

Having returned temporarily to pack her things, Shen Wanci had no other preparations. There were only two 30-inch suitcases in the house, and even if they were stuffed full, they wouldn't be able to fit a quarter of the clothes in her walk-in closet.

She had taken away all the things she bought before, and the rest were sent by Bo Jingzhou. They were all the latest models from major luxury brands. Ordinary people couldn't buy them even if they racked their brains. She could change one every day and wear them for two years without repeating.

During these three years of marriage, apart from not liking her, Bo Jingzhou hadn't mistreated her materially, to the point where she often had the delusion that he might also like her...

Bo Jingzhou came in from outside and saw Shen Wanci squatting on the ground, stuffing things into her suitcase non-stop. He felt an inexplicable restlessness in his heart, his face growing increasingly sullen, "Isn't it just that you didn't eat what I made for you? Is it worth making such a fuss about this?"

Shen Wanci slammed the neatly folded clothes in her hands into the suitcase and stood up to meet his gaze. "Do you think it's a small matter?"

Bo Jingzhou frowned upon hearing this, impatiently saying, "I thought we both tacitly agreed to this way."

It was Jiang Yajue who suggested that she be assigned as his personal assistant at the Bo family. He made the arrangements, but it didn't mean he had to eat whatever she cooked. At the time, he also said that if she wanted to transfer to another department, she could apply anytime.

It was Shen Wanci's unwillingness.

Since she has no ambition and is willing to do such a dead-end job, he doesn't have much to say, just treat her as a good-for-nothing.

Shen Wanci was so angry at his self-assured attitude that she almost laughed. She really wanted to take a hammer and smash open his head to see what was inside!

"Yes, we all took that for granted, so now I'm divorcing you. It was what we agreed to when we got married."

She wasn't in the mood to pack everything one by one. She haphazardly bundled her clothes together and shoved them into the suitcase, pulling the zipper shut. "I'll move the rest tomorrow," she said. "We can go get our certificates on Monday. That way we won't waste each other's time."

As she continued to speak like this, Bo Jingzhou's patience wore thin. When Shen Wanci passed him with her suitcase in hand, he grabbed her wrist and pressed her onto the sofa. He pulled out his phone and threw it to her—

"Dot."

Shen Wanci frowned impatiently, unable to understand what he was trying to do.

"You heard what the doctor said today. Mom's body can't handle any stimulation right now. Isn't this because you were upset with me for not eating the things you wanted? Just eat it now, and I'll eat it. From now on, don't bring up divorce again, at least until Mom's condition stabilizes."

Shen Wanci's brow never relaxed. She suspected that Bo Jingzhou was doing it on purpose.

This isn't about simply eating or not eating, or making a fuss or not. He knows very well what the biggest problem in this marriage is, yet he insists on evading the issue and twisting her words.

Shen Wanci met the man's gaze unflinchingly, "My biggest concession is to keep it a secret from your mother. I won't let her know we're divorced. If you want to save face, I can also cooperate at any time and be available 24/7."

Although she might not come back, even after the divorce, Bo Jingzhou can't control that. Now he definitely has to make things sound pleasant.

Seeing Bo Jingzhou's face darken to the extreme, on the verge of erupting, Shen Wanci made up her mind and delivered a harsh blow: "Bo Jingzhou, it's really annoying when men are so persistent."

She knew him too well. A pampered young master like Bo Jingzhou, who had lived his life at the very top of the pyramid since childhood, used to being flattered and praised, how could he possibly stand being described by her with such words?

"Nuisance?" The man was indeed provoked, his voice laced with a strong sense of hostility. He then let out a sneer, the contempt clear: "You? You deserve it?"

He stood up, looking down at her, “A lawyer will contact you tomorrow to discuss the details of the divorce. Now get out.”

Shen Wanci hurriedly got up from the sofa, grabbed her luggage and ran faster than a rabbit, afraid that Bo Jingzhou would go back on his word, "I'll come back tomorrow to pack the rest."

"No, I had Auntie Sun just throw it away."

Shen Wanci's departing footsteps never stopped, her voice echoing from afar: "Fine, suit yourself!"

Looking at the woman's fleeing figure, Bo Jingzhou's face was as dark as ice...