Chapter 20 Divorce Agreement?

Five days of classes a week, only Friday mornings are free of early classes—not only no 8 AM class, but no classes at all in the morning. After returning to her room on Thursday night, Qiao Yuxian found a drama series to watch and decided not to get up before ten the next day. Then... she went to sleep at two in the morning and was woken up by her phone ringing just after six. She pulled the quilt over her head, pretending not to hear, but the phone rang to voicemail and then quickly rang again. Qiao Yuxian, still under the covers, extended an arm, grabbed the phone from the bedside table, and retreated back under the quilt. She answered the call under the covers, her voice muffled, "Who is it?" "Not up yet?" It was Zhao Meng’s voice. Qiao Yuxian was silent for a moment, then said, "I don’t have morning classes. What’s up?" Zhao Meng’s voice was calm, but with a hint of determined resolve: "The post I shared with you yesterday." "Did it suddenly gain traction?" Qiao Yuxian was clearly not fully awake, her voice blurred. "That post didn’t gain traction," Zhao Meng said angrily, "but there was a new one early this morning, with high-def pictures. It’s extremely popular, discussed all last night and even more this morning." "There really are pictures?" Qiao Yuxian said calmly. "I’ve shared it with you, have a look," Zhao Meng said, "I have a feeling someone is pushing this behind the scenes." "Alright. Don’t get upset," Qiao Yuxian whispered, "I’ll handle it." After hanging up, Qiao Yuxian pulled another pillow into the quilt, hugged it, and tried to go back to sleep. But after two minutes of effort, her mind was foggy, yet she couldn’t fall asleep. She sat up, picked up her phone, and looked at the post Zhao Meng shared. It was from the same account as yesterday, still talking about her meeting three men in two days. The only difference this time was the pictures. Qiao Yuxian looked at each picture. There were photos of Meng Yan dropping her off at school and opening the car door for her, and pictures of Shang Chen picking her up that afternoon. That afternoon, Shang Chen was standing outside the car with a stern face, attracting a lot of attention. Different cars and different people. Three men in two days; the third man referred to Jiang Shouzhuo. The photo captured Jiang Shouzhuo holding roses and a gift box, going to the classroom to find her, seemingly taken from the direction of the back of the classroom. Photos from inside the classroom were screenshots from surveillance, showing Jiang Shouzhuo giving her car keys. There were also photos of her leaving the classroom with Jiang Shouzhuo, meeting Qiao Lechu outside, and leaving the building empty-handed. After looking through the photos, Qiao Yuxian also scrolled through the comments. Early in the morning, her blood pressure nearly skyrocketed. [Playing around in secret, so blatant, bringing it right to the school, what a disgrace to Jing University.] [How dare she, a different one every day, truly disgusting.] [Jiang Shouzhuo chased her for a whole semester, and she strung him along. She accepted the gifts, yet outside she’s with other men, filthy.] [Moreover, she snatched this man from her sister, my god! Look at Qiao Lechu’s expression, so pitiful, it’s heartbreaking even through the screen.] [She really likes variety, a smooth-talking fair-skinned pretty boy, a dark-skinned tough guy, a different one every night, impressive.] [What can a few escort photos prove? We’re all educated people, how can thoughts be so filthy?] [If your mind is so pure, then tell me, who are these people picking her up in luxury cars? Her family drivers? Look at those license plates, can the Qiao Family afford such plates? Don’t tell me it’s ridesharing luxury cars booked back-to-back.] [If her family had that kind of privilege, why was she taking taxis and riding electric scooters in her junior year?] [Maybe there are other reasons. I don’t think Qiao Yuxian is like that. Besides, she hasn’t accepted any gifts every time Jiang Shouzhuo gave her one.] [The gifts were probably cheap in the past. Why accept a car then? That car is globally limited, not something money alone can buy.] [How do you know she accepted it?] [Jiang Shouzhuo left empty-handed, if he didn’t give it to her, who did he give it to?] ... Even more harsh words, involving sensitive terms, were blocked. Scrolling through the comments so early, Qiao Yuxian was furious. ... After exercising, Gu Yanjing returned to his room to shower, washed up, changed clothes, and came out, glancing at Qiao Yuxian’s room before heading downstairs. As soon as he reached the living room, Aunt Mei came out from the dining room, walked up to him, and whispered, "Mr. Gu, it seems Miss Qiao isn’t in a good mood." Gu Yanjing looked at her. Aunt Mei glanced towards the dining room. Gu Yanjing thought she was still asleep. When he reached the dining room door, he saw her lying on the dining table. She was wearing light pink pajamas, legs together, feet on the crossbar under the chair, arms resting under her face, with the back of her head towards the dining room door, and a head of black hair cascading down. She looked very much like a child. Gu Yanjing sat down opposite her. Hearing the noise, Qiao Yuxian sat up straight and looked at him. Her eyelids drooped, her little mouth puckered, the whole person looking listless. Aunt Mei brought over breakfast, and Gu Yanjing asked, "What’s wrong?" Qiao Yuxian reached for a boiled egg, rubbing it in her hand, and listlessly said, "Didn’t sleep well." Gu Yanjing looked at her and, after a while, asked again in a calm voice, "Not in a good mood?" "Yeah." Qiao Yuxian’s eyes had red bloodshot lines, "Couldn’t sleep, so I’m extremely grumpy." "What time did you sleep?" Gu Yanjing asked. Qiao Yuxian lifted her eyelids to glance at him and then lowered her eyes to peel the egg in silence. Gu Yanjing didn’t ask anymore. After breakfast, as they returned to the living room, Meng Yan was already there waiting for Gu Yanjing. Seeing them, Meng Yan respectfully called, "Mr. Gu, Madam." Qiao Yuxian looked at Meng Yan, finding this title a bit novel. Meng Yan pulled an envelope from his suit pocket and handed it to Gu Yanjing with both hands: "Mr. Gu, the things you requested." Gu Yanjing took it and directly handed it to Qiao Yuxian. Qiao Yuxian was still intrigued by the "Madam" title, then a sudden envelope appeared in front of her, catching her off guard. Confused, she accepted it, looked at Gu Yanjing, her eyes larger than before: "What’s this? Divorce papers?" Gu Yanjing: "......" Meng Yan lowered his head, his mouth twitching. Qiao Yuxian, seeing his reaction, guessed again: "Post-marital agreement?" Gu Yanjing’s voice had a trace of exasperation: "An agreement like that wouldn’t be this thin in an envelope." Qiao Yuxian: "......." She instinctively squeezed the envelope; it was quite thick and hard, unyielding to examination. She muttered softly, "I feel like that statement just insulted my intelligence." "You’re insulting yourself," Gu Yanjing retorted bluntly. Qiao Yuxian pursed her lips, opened the envelope, and then emptied its contents. It was a black card with no credit limit. She glanced at it, then widened her eyes at Gu Yanjing, "For me?" Gu Yanjing watched as her listless eyes suddenly sparkled with light. "Why give me a card all of a sudden?" Qiao Yuxian examined it in her hand, her mood instantly uplifted, her eyes filled with smiles. Gu Yanjing said nothing. Qiao Yuxian could more or less guess; it should be for her to use for decorating Fenglin Villa. She waved the black card, joking deliberately, "Can I spend it however I like?" "As you please." Gu Yanjing’s voice was without any warmth. But Qiao Yuxian found it very pleasing to the ear, incredibly happy, unaffected by all the troubling matters. She paused and said, "Thank you." ```