After Mr. Xiang divorced, the president regretted it

Yan Jin paused, those seemingly gossipy words pierced her ears like needles, and every word was extremely clear.

"That's right. I heard that this accident is related to the president's previous methods..."

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense, or you'll lose your job!"

"What are you afraid of? It's true. He used to do that for..."

The deliberately suppressed discussion suddenly stopped, and Yan Jin felt her heart skip a beat. She took a deep breath and pretended to be calm and continued to walk forward, but those words were like a nightmare that could not be shaken off, constantly echoing in her mind.

"Mr. Yan, are you okay?" Assistant Chen noticed that Yan Jin's face was a little pale and asked with concern.

"It's okay, maybe I didn't get enough rest last night." Yan Jin forced a smile, but it couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes.

"You don't look well. Do you want to go back to the office and have a rest?"

Yan Jin shook his head, sat down on the sofa in front of the French window, and looked out the window with empty eyes.

Assistant Chen silently poured her a glass of warm water and asked softly, "Are you worried about the overseas project?"

Yan Jin was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Xiao Chen, how long have you been following me?"

"More than three years."

"So what do you think, Xiang Yu..." Yan Jin hesitated, as if he was organizing his words.

Assistant Chen understood her concerns and said carefully, "Boss Yan, do you want to ask about the president's past? In fact, many rumors are just groundless. You don't have to take them too seriously."

"But..." Yan Jin bit her lip, the discussions lingering in her ears, "What if those rumors are true? If he really..."

Assistant Chen patted her hand gently and comforted her: "Boss Yan, you and the president have come a long way, and you should know each other very well. I believe in your own judgment. If you really have any doubts, why not talk to the president directly?"

Yan Jin was stunned for a moment. Yes, instead of thinking about it here, it is better to ask directly. She took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and called Xiang Yu...

"Beep...beep...beep..."

There was a busy tone on the other end of the phone, but no one answered. Yan Jin's heart sank little by little. Yan Jin took a deep breath, tried to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and called Xiang Yu again. This time, the call was finally connected, but Xiang Yu's tired voice came from the receiver: "Hello, what's the matter?"

"Are you busy?" Yan Jin tried his best to sound calm.

"Well, there's something going on at the company. What's going on?"

Yan Jin's hand holding the phone tightened slightly. She could feel Xiang Yu's perfunctory attitude, but the more he did so, the more uneasy she felt. "I want to talk to you about..."

"I'm very busy now. Let's talk later if you have anything to say." Without waiting for Yan Jin to finish speaking, Xiang Yu hung up the phone in a hurry.

Yan Jin stared at her phone blankly, a chill spreading from the bottom of her heart. He was always like this, using work as an excuse to fudge her. Could it be that in Xiang Yu's heart, work was always more important than her?

In the next few days, Yan Jin kept waiting for Xiang Yu to contact her, but he seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Yan Jin was in great pain and began to wonder if Xiang Yu was avoiding her on purpose.

That night, Yan Jin was returning home from a social event. When passing by a high-end restaurant, she accidentally saw a familiar figure. Wasn't that Xiang Yu? Why was he here?

Yan Jin stopped and looked through the French window of the restaurant. She could clearly see Xiang Yu sitting face to face with a young and beautiful woman. The two were talking and laughing, behaving intimately. Yan Jin did not know the woman.

At that moment, Yan Jin felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and she could hardly breathe. She didn't understand why Xiang Yu treated her like this? Was the relationship between them so fragile?

Yan Jin could no longer control her emotions. She rushed into the restaurant, walked angrily to Xiang Yu, and asked in a trembling voice: "Xiang Yu, who is she?"

The other people in the restaurant were attracted by this sudden change and cast curious glances at them. The moment Xiang Yu saw Yan Jin, his face suddenly turned extremely pale. He stood up suddenly and wanted to explain, but he couldn't say a word.

"What? You don't recognize her? Let me tell you, she..." Yan Jin took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions, and said word by word, "She is your wife, Yan Jin." After that, she threw the bag in her hand hard at Xiang Yu, turned around and ran out of the restaurant.

The night was as dark as ink, Yan Jin walked aimlessly on the street, tears blurred her eyes. She didn't know where to go, nor did she know what to do.

Finally, Yan Jin returned to her empty home. She collapsed on the sofa, letting her tears flow freely. She began to question her feelings for Xiang Yu and whether their relationship was just a beautiful misunderstanding... "Let's get a divorce." Back home, the empty room seemed to laugh at Yan Jin's self-deception. Tears burst out like a dam, and she curled up helplessly on the sofa, replaying the dazzling scene in the restaurant in her mind.

"Let's get a divorce."

When they got married, Yan Jin was so determined, but now, when these four words came out of her mouth, they were full of bitterness and despair.

The original arranged marriage was just a matter of mutual benefit. She needed Xiang Yu's status and position to protect the family business, while Xiang Yu needed a wife to silence the gossips.

After marriage, Xiang Yu was very considerate to her. Yan Jin thought it was love, but never thought that it might just be his responsibility as a husband.

"Is work always more important than me?" Yan Jin murmured in a low voice, his voice full of self-mockery.

On the other side, after Xiang Yu finished dealing with the company's affairs, he remembered that he hadn't had a good talk with Yan Jin for a long time.

He rubbed his brows tiredly and dialed Yan Jin's number, but heard a cold, robotic female voice prompt: "The number you dialed is turned off..."

Xiang Yu's heart suddenly sank, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged into his heart. He immediately drove to Yan Jin's house. Along the way, he kept calling Yan Jin, but he couldn't get through.

"Yan Jin, are you home? Open the door, I have something to tell you!"

Xiang Yu knocked on Yan Jin's door anxiously, but no one responded. He leaned against the door dejectedly, and his uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

Time passed by, but Xiang Yu still didn't get a response from Yan Jin. Just when he was almost desperate, the door suddenly opened...

Yan Jin stood at the door, her eyes red and swollen, her expression haggard, in stark contrast to the confident and capable woman she used to be.

"you……"

"us……"

The two spoke at the same time, but paused at the same time. The air was filled with tension and awkwardness. Xiang Yu wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.

"Come in." Yan Jin finally moved aside to open the door. His voice was hoarse and no emotion could be heard.

Xiang Yu walked into the room and saw the mess on the floor, his heart ached. He walked forward and wanted to reach out to help Yan Jin, but she gently dodged him.

"Xiang Yu..." Yan Jin took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions, "We..."

"We..." Yan Jin's voice choked, "Let's just leave it at that." She turned her face away, not wanting Xiang Yu to see her vulnerable side.

"Yan Jin, please listen to my explanation. Things are not what you think." Xiang Yu wanted to explain eagerly, but was interrupted by Yan Jin.

"No need to explain, I've seen it all." Yan Jin said in a cold tone, "Mr. Xiang is busy with all kinds of things, why waste your time here with me?"

"Yan Jin, what's wrong with you? Why don't you give me a chance to explain?" Xiang Yu's heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he felt a burst of pain.

Yan Jin took a deep breath, trying to suppress the emotions surging in her heart, and said coldly: "Mr. Xiang, we are divorced. You have no right to ask about my affairs."

After saying that, Yan Jin closed the door without hesitation, blocking Xiang Yu outside.

"Yan Jin!" Xiang Yu knocked on the door, but he could only hear his own increasingly rapid breathing. He leaned against the door helplessly, Yan Jin's cold eyes and resolute words replaying in his mind.

As night fell and the city lights came on, Xiang Yu still stood guard at the door of Yan Jin's house, refusing to leave. He didn't know how he survived these long hours, but he knew he couldn't just give up.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Xiang Yu couldn't help but shiver, but he still didn't leave. He knew that if he left like this, his relationship with Yan Jin would really be over.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened again and Yan Jin's assistant, Assistant Chen, appeared at the door.

"Mr. Xiang, why are you still here?" Assistant Chen's face flashed with surprise when he saw Xiang Yu.

"Where's Yan Jin?" Xiang Yu asked anxiously, "How is she?"

"Boss Yan has gone to bed." Assistant Chen glanced at Xiang Yu's tired face and said softly, "Boss Xiang, you should go back first. Boss Yan needs to rest."

"I'll wait for her here." Xiang Yu said in a firm tone. He ignored Assistant Chen's dissuasion and walked straight to the steps at the door and sat down.

Assistant Chen wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by Xiang Yu's eyes. She sighed helplessly, turned back to the house, and gently closed the door.

As the night deepened, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually faded away, leaving only the dim light of the street lamps, which made Xiang Yu's lonely figure look particularly slender.

He took out his phone and looked through the chat history with Yan Jin over and over again. She was smiling like a flower in the photos, but it all seemed to have happened yesterday, yet it also seemed like it had happened a long, long time ago...