A Beloved Wife in Marriage

Chapter 10

Standard Widow Marriage

Lin Qingqian’s expression was indifferent. “My biggest problem now is that Jiang Yanshen refuses to sign the divorce agreement. Can you help me resolve this problem?”

The smile on Shen Zhiwei’s lips froze. Who was the one who told her that Mrs. Jiang was gentle and obedient and a weak bun who had no opinions? She promised not to beat him to death!!

This woman was simply a rose with thorns.

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Half an hour later, Shen Zhiwei went downstairs with her briefcase.

Jiang Yanshen was on the phone when he saw her from the corner of his eye. He quickly ended the call and stared at her.

Shen Zhiwei stopped in front of him. “Mrs. Jiang isn’t depressed, and she doesn’t have split personalities. Other than feeling a little unconfident and inferior, her mental health is completely fine.”

“Completely fine?” His cold brows suddenly furrowed, clearly not believing her conclusion.

Shen Zhiwei maintained a polite smile. “President Jiang, are you doubting my professional ability?”

Jiang Yanshen was silent. In terms of professional ability, there was no better psychiatrist in Lan City than Shen Zhiwei.

Shen Zhiwei saw that he was frowning and that he could not hide the confusion in his black eyes. She reminded him kindly, “Director Jiang, when a woman asks for a divorce, it doesn’t always mean that she has psychological problems. It’s also possible that she’s disappointed in this marriage or has accumulated too many disappointments for her other half.”

“Disappointments?” Jiang Yan looked at her with confusion.

Seeing that he still did not understand, Shen Zhiwei could not help but sigh. “As far as I know, after the two of you got married, the number of times you saw each other could be counted on one hand. The outside world doesn’t even know that you’re married. To be precise, Mrs. Jiang’s marriage for the past three years is a standard widowed marriage.”

No woman could tolerate such a marriage, okay!!!

Jiang Yanshen raised his eyebrows slightly, only vaguely understanding her words.

Shen Zhiwei had already done her best. She turned to leave, but after taking a few steps, she stopped and turned to look at him. “You…”

As soon as she opened her mouth, Jiang Yanshen turned his head and shot a cold gaze over. Shen Zhiwei realized something and swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth. She nodded and said goodbye.

Jiang Yanshen went upstairs and pushed open the door to see Lin Qingqian curled up on the sofa in a daze. Her exquisite chin was pressed against her knee, and her curled eyelashes fluttered. Her calm gaze hid her thoughts, making him unable to see through her.

In the past, Lin Qingqian was like a piece of white paper. Her emotions were written all over her face. He could see through her at a glance. When did he start to not understand what she was thinking?

Lin Qingqian glanced at his tall figure from the corner of her eye and calmly put on her shoes. She stood up and said, “Can I leave now?”

He stared at her bare face and subconsciously blurted out, “Where are you going?”

“Where I should go.” What she meant was that the Jiang family was not a place she should have come to.

Jiang Yanshen pondered for a moment. “If you’re really unhappy, you can stay in a hotel for a few days to relax. I’ll get Lu Yuan to…”

“There’s no need.” Lin Qingqian interrupted him. “I hope you can consider the divorce carefully.”

Jiang Yanshen pretended not to hear her and said, “Either let Lu Yuan book a hotel, or you stay here and don’t go anywhere.”

Lin Qingqian: “…”

This person was really as impossible to communicate with as ever!!

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Under Lu Yuan’s arrangements, Lin Qingqian checked into the presidential suite of the hotel under the Tianyue Corporation.

Jiang Yanshen sent her to the entrance of the hotel and left. Halfway through the journey, he received a call from Lu Shang and changed direction, going to Restaurant 1942.

In the early evenings, there were not many guests in 1942. The waiter recognized Jiang Yanshen at a glance and went forward to lead him to the private room.

As soon as the door of the private room was pushed open, a man who was lying limply on the sofa quickly stood up to welcome him. His voice was as sharp and ear-piercing as a rooster crowing. “Ah Yan, you’re finally back. It’s been a few months since we last met. I missed you to death…”