Being A Shrew to My Ex-Husband After Our Divorce

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

According to Tang Yitong, this robot was a very advanced AI product with extremely high intelligence. It could control all the smart electrical appliances in the house.

"Mistress, please have some fruits." Xiao Xiao said and placed the fruit platter on the coffee table.

"You know how to cut fruits?" Su Yan said in surprise.

"Xiao Xiao knows everything. Please enjoy, master." After saying that, the wheels under Xiao Xiao's feet rolled and it went away to do other chores.

"Hehe, how fun!" Su Yan laughed.

Who wouldn't like such a cute and capable little guy?

After some time, Su Yan looked for Aunt Liu and said, "Aunt Liu, the second half of the year's salary has been transferred to you. Please check if you received it."

Aunt Liu stopped her work and said hesitantly, "Miss Su, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I can't continue to serve you..."

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In the master bedroom on the second floor.

Looking at the empty room, Su Yan could no longer hold back her tears.

No matter how strong a person was, there were times when they would crumble. Not to mention that crying was a woman's nature.

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After holding it in for an entire morning, she finally could not hold it in anymore!

It had been three years, three whole years of marriage, but she had gained nothing.

A peaceful break-up?

Of course, she had to do this. Because the cinnabar mole that Wei Zhou had been longing for had returned.

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With her around, Su Yan was nothing. Rather than shamelessly pestering him, it was better to take the initiative to let go.

There was a kind of love called letting go!

What if she didn't let go?

It won't work either, because he didn't love her at all!

Countless people ridiculed her for worshipping money and climbing up the ladder through her marriage. They mocked her, saying that she got lucky. She endured all of it.

For the person she loved, she put down her dignity and devoted her heart, but in the end, she was covered in scars and fatigue.

At first, she thought that she could slowly develop a relationship with Wei Zhou, and he would gradually like her. But she was wrong. Wei Zhou did not have a heart at all. The cold and solitary lifestyle had worn away the most passionate love.

He had never touched her once, even after being married for three years. Did Wei Zhou despise her, or was he keeping his virginity?

Three years of marriage was the time limit that she had given herself. Even a rock should have warmed up by now, shouldn't it?

Reality slapped her in the face again. Wei Zhou did not have any place for her in his heart. His heart was all for his cinnabar mole.

Tears poured down like rain. Su Yan was heartbroken. Seven years of unrequited love, three years of marriage, and now it was all gone. Who could she lament to?

They always said that it was easier for women to take the initiative in chasing a man. Why was it so difficult when it came to her case?

That winter when she was sixteen, it was snowing heavily outside. She finished her homework at school and went home as usual.

Along the way, a few hooligans had targeted her and dragged her into the alley. She struggled desperately and shouted, but no one responded. The occasional passer-by avoided her cries for help.

In the snow and ice, the cold wind blew. The hooligans laughed evilly. They ripped her clothes off, one by one. The bone-chilling snow made her feel deep despair!

"Hehe, little beauty, stop shouting. Save your strength. You won't be able to hold back your cries later."

"It's useless to resist. Why don't you enjoy yourself? We'll let you have a taste of what it means to have a good time."

"We've been watching you for a long time. I heard that you're the school belle. A beautiful flower will have to bloom, otherwise, how would you know if it's fragrant? Haha..."

Finally, she could no longer struggle. She resigned herself to fate and closed her eyes. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"Aiyo, who is it?"

A hooligan cried out in pain.

She opened her eyes and saw a youth holding a brick in his hand. Fresh blood dripped from the brick and dyed the white snow red.

The hooligans collectively pounced on the youth. The youth was not afraid at all. He grabbed a person and sat on him. He whacked at the person with the brick in his hand and allowed the others to punch and kick him.

Fresh blood flowed from the corner of the youth's mouth. He looked at her through the gaps. The youth's eyes were very dark and mysterious.

She felt as if her soul had been sucked in when their gazes met.

"What are you waiting for? Run! Why aren't you running? I'll stop them!"

The youth's voice was very cold, but it made her feel extremely at ease.

She ran as fast as she could. She did not know how long she ran until her legs went weak and she lay on the snow.

"Hah, luckily you ran fast enough!"

The youth's voice sounded again. She laid on the ground and looked back. The youth looked at her with a face full of blood.

It was only then that she saw the young man's face clearly. It was a face that she could not forget. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. The elegant air he had around him, coupled with his chiseled face, gave him a firmness that surpassed his age.

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"Thank- thank you. What is your name?" she asked with gratitude in her heart.

"Wei Zhou!" The young man said lightly.

She repeated it and branded his name in her soul.

"Hurry up and go home. Don't walk alone at night in the future." The youth turned around and left.

As she watched the youth's back disappear into the distance, her heart raced. This was the first time in her life that she had such a feeling.

However, as the youth walked, he became the adult Wei Zhou that sat on the boss' chair. He clasped his hands on the table and stared at her with an annoyed and cold expression.

His cold and emotionless eyes were like an invisible hand clutching at her throat, suffocating her.

"Phew..."

Su Yan sat up in shock and realized it was only a dream. She let out a long sigh of relief.