Escaped wife at a high price: Evil young man, let’s get a divorce

Wang Jiaqi sat in the notary office wearing a white dress and pulling up her long black hair.

Today is her notarized marriage to a man named "Qin Xiyu".

However, none of her so-called close relatives were present.

When she returned to West City to accept this marriage, she had expected the result of "being sold".

Those so-called family members never regarded her as "family".

Because she is just an illegitimate daughter, not to be loved, not to inherit the royal family.

She grew up so humble.

She lowered her head and muttered: "Sure enough, it was sold.

"Wang Jiaqi pinched the hem of her skirt when she thought that she was being used as a tool to "rejuvenate the family business", feeling ridiculous.

She smiled and murmured to herself: "Probably even this lawyer who has been silent all this time is watching my jokes.

Marrying a rich family in Xicheng, but only a notarized signature, no wedding, no family yet.

I don't know anything about the "family business" that I have restored, and I will never inherit the merits.

It's a joke.

"The more she thought about it, the more desolate she became. She couldn't help but think of the man she met at the high-speed rail station when she came back a week ago.

He was so handsome that Wang Jiaqi couldn't help thinking: Is the so-called Qin Xiyu as handsome as that person?If so, even if she was sold, she would still be considered married to a handsome guy.

She turned to sigh from the bottom of her heart: "But that person has a bad temper.

I just fell asleep waiting for the same bus, and I didn't expect that there would be no place to sit in the waiting room, so I dropped the violin I put on the chair on the ground.

And broke the strings, what the hell.

If that person has that bad temper, he really has to find a way to escape.

"Wang Jiaqi couldn't help thinking back to the scary scene in the high-speed rail station a week ago.

She was awakened by the sound of the violin falling to the ground.

That day, she received a call from her so-called "father", and she dragged a simple suitcase and the old violin to the high-speed rail station early in the morning.

She had 1000 reluctances in her heart.

The home in Xicheng is not her home at all.

If possible, she really would rather stay in Hanshan Village for the rest of her life.

Seeing that it was still far from the time to get on the bus, she sat down and dozed off, and fell asleep when she fell asleep.

At this time, Qin Xiyu, who was being urged to go home, also strode into the waiting room with great strides.

It's just that it was already overcrowded by then.

When he dragged his tired body and wanted to sit down and wait for the train, the only vacant seat was a damn violin, and a super childish little butterfly was drawn with correction fluid on the violin case.

He rubbed his forehead and cursed: "Childish! Low-level!" Qin Xiyu once thought that the other party was a stranger and also a girl, and he once gently pushed her shoulder.

But no matter how the girl pushed, she seemed to be dead.

In a fit of anger, he grabbed the luggage and the violin on the chair and threw them on the open space... The sound of "clang" not only woke Wang Jiaqi up, but also provoked a bunch of people to point fingers.

Wang Jiaqi saw the man beside him sitting down leisurely, and immediately remembered her luggage and the most precious violin.

She didn't say anything, but stared angrily at the unfamiliar Qin Xiyu, hurriedly bypassed the seat, squatted down nervously, and opened the violin case with ease.

The old violin was seriously injured. Under the vibration, the bow caught on the strings and was torn, the strings were loose, and one of them was broken because of the impact.

She watched the violin shed tears of pain and pity, her lips trembled and said, "What should I do? I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't protect Little Butterfly.

"Wang Jiaqi felt sad when she thought about it. The person who threw the piano that day was wearing a limited edition Rolex watch on his wrist, and his white shirt had a delicate fragrance. He looked like a rich man.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became: How handsome?So what if you have money?Selfish prodigal son, whoever marries that kind of person is really unlucky for eight lifetimes.

She went back to this tacky place in the West City, but she didn't find anyone who could fix the petticoats.

That violin has always been her reliance.

Thinking about it, time passed like this.

It was agreed to do the notarization at 01:30, but now the wall clock in the notary office has shown that it is [-]:[-].

The lawyer looked up at the time irritably from time to time, and his cell phone kept ringing, as if he had more urgent business to do.

While hanging up the phone, he gave Wang Jiaqi a sorry expression.

He was also really impatient.

But this client is too rich to be offended, and he is known throughout the city as "Master Qin".

He could only be anxious and helpless.

The so-called rich people are so selfish and have no sense of time, and the air-conditioned room also makes people angry.

The lawyer sat with her in the notary office and waited for two hours, before seeing the seven-foot tall, imposing man push open the glass door of the notary office.

Wang Jiaqi stood up slowly and was stunned for a moment.

She recognized that it was the man who quarreled with her at the high-speed rail station.

She stretched out her index finger, pointed at the man approaching slowly, and asked in amazement: "It's you? You are Qin Xiyu?" Did you shed it on purpose?" Qin Xiyu said angrily regardless of the occasion.

He turned to say contemptuously: "It's just an outcast.

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