Ex-Husband Comes Crawling Back After Divorce

Seeing Qiao Ran looking up at him, Wen Shimo felt a flash of astonishment at the sight. Qiao Ran had changed into a red strapless evening dress, revealing shoulders as pale and angular as snow. Her smiling face under the crystal light radiated a dazzling charm.

For three years of marriage, Qiao Ran had always presented her natural look to him, never so elaborately adorned with such splendid charm. This was the first time Wen Shimo had seen her like this.

"What tricks are you playing now?" Wen Shimo's dark eyes watched Qiao Ran warily, a sense of inexplicable irritation rising within him.

"In front of the famed Mr. Wen, how dare I play any tricks? Mr. Wen, I'm serious about the divorce." As she spoke, Qiao Ran pushed a document towards Wen Shimo.

Wen Shimo picked up the document and saw the words "Divorce Agreement," his gaze growing colder.

"You think you're worth a billion?" Wen Shimo looked up from the document, his eyes filled with disdain and scorn as he stared at Qiao Ran.

"Whether I'm worth a billion or not, it's clearly written in the agreement. I've simply divided our shared marital property according to the matrimonial property law, without asking for a penny more from the Wen Family," Qiao Ran explained confidently, her tone neither humble nor arrogant.

In the past, Qiao Ran had always been subservient in front of Wen Shimo, speaking meekly and obediently. But now, it was as if she had become a different person, exuding confidence that was breathtaking.

"You have not worked a day since our marriage, you haven't brought a penny of income to the Wen Family, and you haven't borne a child for the Wen Family. You think just three years as a nanny entitles you to a billion? Aren't you being a bit too greedy?" Wen Shimo suppressed his initial admiration and spoke with cold mockery.

"It's exactly because we don't have children that I'm asking for so little. If even this small amount is too much for you to part with, then I'll have to let your parents decide," she retorted.

As a child bride brought in to bring joy to Wen Shimo's mother, Pei Qingyue, Qiao Ran had married Wen Shimo, and just three months later, Pei Qingyue's condition had improved from critical to safe, and miraculously recovered her health within half a year.

Subsequently, Qiao Ran became the darling daughter-in-law in the hearts of Wen Shimo's parents, treasured even more than their own daughters, Wen Shiyang and Wen Shiyu.

Wen Liangzheng, the man mad with love for his wife, had declared to his son that unless Qiao Ran initiated the divorce herself, if Wen Shimo wanted a divorce, he would have to leave with nothing.

"I can give you this money, but not because you have been a nanny for three years, but rather…" Wen Shimo said as he swiftly pinned Qiao Ran on the sofa, looking down at her from above with a voice that was dangerously cold, emanating from his sexy, handsome lips: "It's the payment for selling yourself!"

Then, with a punishment-driven kiss, he swiftly captured Qiao Ran's lips. She instinctively reached out to push Wen Shimo away, but the moment her hand touched his chest, he caught her in a reverse grip, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the palm of his hand.

Just as the brutal man was about to break through the last line of defense, Qiao Ran cried out in horror, "Wen Shimo, Song Wanqing will wake up today. If she finds out what you're doing to me, she will be heartbroken to death."

"You dare to joke about Wanqing, are you seeking death?" Wen Shimo's fingers tightened around Qiao Ran's jaw, his eyes filled with terrifying coldness.

As the suffocating pain struck again, this time Qiao Ran didn't struggle, but instead looked at Wen Shimo with a complex gaze, as if trying to etch his features into her very marrow.

Wen Shimo's heart clenched as if gripped by something at the sight of Qiao Ran's desolate gaze, causing him breathing pain.

Just as he was about to release her, the ringing of his cell phone gave him an excuse to let go.

Qiao Ran, catching her breath, coughed quietly, then heard Wen Shimo's shocked voice overhead.

"What? Wanqing is awake? Is it true?"

"Wanqing, wait for me, I'm coming to the hospital to see you right away."

Wen Shimo had just stood up, when Qiao Ran grabbed his sleeve.

"Mr. Wen, congratulations. My sister has woken up. If you sign this now, no one will be able to stand in the way of your happiness with her," Qiao Ran said as she handed him the divorce agreement and a pen.

The world-renowned Doctor Joy had predicted that Wanqing would regain consciousness in six months, and today Qiao Ran had unexpectedly guessed right.

Looking at the elegant and gentle smile on Qiao Ran's face, Wen Shimo slowly reached out to take the pen. The moment the pen touched the paper, he hesitated upon seeing Qiao Ran's delicate and clear signature next to his. An image of Song Wanqing, pale and on her hospital bed, flashed through his mind. Then, he firmly wrote his three characters, dragon-like in their strength, tossed the agreement into Qiao Ran's arms, and left.

"Mr. Wen, tomorrow at nine at the Civil Affairs Bureau, we'll pick up our divorce certificate."

First, they forced him to sign, and now they wanted to get the divorce certificate tomorrow. Did she really want to sever ties with him so completely?

"What's wrong? Afraid I'll cling to you incessantly?" Wen Shimo turned around, his face dripping with irony and chill.

Qiao Ran quickly waved his hands, "No, no, that's not it. My main concern is I don't want to upset my sister. If she wakes up and finds out we got married, she'd be heartbroken. If she can see the divorce certificate tomorrow, she'll feel a bit better, and it will be good for her physical recovery too."

Even though Qiao Ran's every word seemed to consider his feelings, for some reason, Wen Shimo found it extremely grating to listen to.

"At least you have a bit of self-awareness. Get out of here by tomorrow. I don't want Wanqing to come back and see anything here that suggests your existence."

"Rest assured, Mr. Wen, I'll leave now. Goodbye." Saying this, Qiao Ran waved at Wen Shimo and left with an elegant gait.

For three years, it had always been her watching his receding figure.

This time, she would be the one to boldly turn and leave first.

It wasn't that he didn't want her; it was she who didn't want him anymore.

Watching that tall, slender figure disappear, a hint of unfathomable sharpness flickered in the depths of Wen Shimo's dark eyes.

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Not until he walked out of Wolong Tinglan Community and kept his spine straight the whole way did Qiao Ran finally bend over to drop the facade of strength he had maintained on his face, allowing the heartache to spread bit by bit.

A crush of seven years, a marriage of three, the man she had deeply loved for ten whole years in her heart was now completely erased from her life

Although it was painful, once he let go, there was an indescribable sense of relief, as if shedding a massive weight from his back. But stubbornly, tears blurred his vision.

It was then that the ringtone of Qiao Ran's phone went off, a call from his life-and-death friend Su Ning.

Su Ning: "Honey, are you okay?"

Qiao Ran: "Of course, I'm very well, extremely well."

Su Ning: "You've been crying."

Qiao Ran: "How could that be? I haven't been crying."

Su Ning: "Honey, you're still in love with him. If you still love him, just hold on a little longer. Who knows, he might change his mind."

Pretending to be stubborn, Qiao Ran replied, "Not at all. You know I married him with an agenda. I just want to split his money and become the envy of everyone, a rich woman. Then I'll use his money to keep a stable of younger men, and arrange for the handsomest, most muscular one for you. Sister will come and spoil him in a bit."

No sooner had the words left his mouth when Qiao Ran felt a sharp pain in his calf, and his body stumbled forward a few steps before he knelt straight down on the ground.

When Qiao Ran lifted his head, he saw only the tail lights of a car disappearing around the corner.

Who had ambushed him with a hidden weapon?

Picking up the smashed phone with its black screen, Qiao Ran pressed it for quite some time but it didn't turn on.

He had wanted Su Ning to come and pick him up, but now it seemed he'd have to walk the ten-mile mountain road to a place where he could catch a taxi.

As Qiao Ran struggled to his feet, a glaring high beam came around the corner and stopped not far from him.

In the backlight, a tall, lanky man walked up to him.