Ex-Husband Comes Crawling Back After Divorce

"How did that big oaf hurt you like this? You're about to divorce, why hide your strength? Just beat him up," Su Ning said, heartbroken, looking at Qiao Ran's pale face and bandaged foot.

"Wen Shimo isn't as weak as you think. The two of us together might be able to take him down, but exposing that would raise his suspicions. If I want the divorce to go smoothly, I mustn't reveal my true abilities right now."

"You're thinking right, sis. I've been telling you, men whose hearts belong to another are no good, and those who fancy 'Baiyueguang' brand green tea even less so. Wen Shimo isn't worthy of you."

"You're right, that's why I'm cutting my losses now."

"Cutting losses is right. Wen Shimo, that jerk, is a perfect match with those green-tea types. Sis, you don't need to settle for any man when I have a bunch of handsome guys waiting for you to choose from."

"We should live it up while we can, let's go pick one now!"

"Get lost! You think it's a joke? I'm still counting on you to make money and hit the jackpot."

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"Brother-in-law, you finally came. Sis got a bit tired waiting for you, and has just fallen asleep," Xu Kexin said softly as Wen Shimo entered the room.

Xu Kexin was Song Wanqing's cousin. She took care of Song Wanqing in the hospital after work every day, and her deep sisterly love touched Wen Shimo.

"Wanqing waking up is largely thanks to you. These last three years must have been tough," Wen Shimo said kindly.

"Please, brother-in-law, don't say that. My mom passed away early, and my dad drinks and gambles. It was my aunt who raised me. Sis has always treated me like her own sister. It's only right that I take care of her after she fell into a coma."

Hearing Xu Kexin's words of gratitude and devotion, appreciation flashed in Wen Shimo's eyes.

"Now that Wanqing is awake, you don't have to work so hard anymore. It's getting late; you should go home and sleep."

"No, don't go, Kexin. I'm scared, don't leave me alone," Song Wanqing called out weakly.

"Sis, I won't go. Don't be scared," Xu Kexin hurried over to the bed and held Song Wanqing's hand, comforting her softly.

"Wanqing, don't be scared. I'll stay with you," Wen Shimo said, looking at Song Wanqing with gentle eyes.

With teary eyes, Song Wanqing looked at Wen Shimo, her voice choking, "You, you are married to Xiao Ran now. You are my brother-in-law. I can't keep you here; please go. I don't want to see you."

"Sorry, brother-in-law, I didn't mean to. While massaging my sister, I accidentally mentioned that today is your third anniversary with Qiao Ran. Uncle and aunt might want you to stay with Qiao Ran; I never thought my words would wake her up," Xu Kexin apologize

"Dear sister, don't be upset, even though brother-in-law is married to Qiao Ran, he was forced into it by Uncle Wen threatening his own life. His true love has always been you," Xu Kexin reassured as she looked towards Song Wanqing.

"His true love is me?" Song Wanqing's pitiful eyes settled on Wen Shimo's neck. "Then are those kiss marks on your neck from Qiao Ran?"

It was then that Wen Shimo remembered Qiao Ran telling him to check the mirror, indicating he should deal with those marks on his neck.

More than kiss marks, they were bite marks.

At the time, Qiao Ran bit his neck trying to push him away. He felt the pain and immediately pushed her head to the side, which prevented his neck from being broken.

"They're from her, but there was nothing between us," Wen Shimo told the truth.

"Really?" Song Wanqing asked, eyes brightening with hope.

"I can only say I won't deceive you."

"I believe you, I know you married Xiao Ran, I shouldn't have feelings for you anymore, but waking up from a coma after three years, I really don't want to pretend to be magnanimous and let someone else have you. I want to be selfish for once, I want to be with you, be your wife, can I?" Song Wanqing held Wen Shimo's hand, her eyes pitifully pleading.

"Of course, in my heart, you've always been my wife."

When Wen Shimo said this, what emerged in his mind was the moment Qiao Ran blocked a punch for Shen Mubai. It felt as if it was happening all over again, causing his hand to uncontrollably tremble.

"Why is your hand trembling so badly?"

Before Wen Shimo could answer, Xu Kexin chuckled, "Of course, it's because he's excited to see Sister wake up. Not just Brother-in-Law, even my legs are shaking right now."

Xu Kexin's words brought a shy smile to Song Wanqing's pale face, then she asked with a troubled look, "Shimo, when can you divorce Xiao Ran? I don't want to interact with you under the label of 'the other woman,' it would make me feel shameless."

"Tomorrow."

Wen Shimo's answer brought a thrilled and joyful smile to Song Wanqing's face, and she spoke some deeply affectionate words to Wen Shimo before reluctantly saying, "Then come accompany me after you've finalized the divorce, today let Kexin keep me company."

"Then rest well tonight. I'll come to see you tomorrow."

After sending Wen Shimo off, Xu Kexin gave Song Wanqing a thumbs up.

"Sister, Brother-in-Law is still completely under your control just like three years ago. Regardless of whatever schemes and tactics Qiao Ran uses to monopolize Brother-in-Law, he will ultimately not escape from your palm," Xu Kexin flattered.

"I am his life saver. With his character, as long as I wake up, the position of Mrs. Wen is definitely mine," Song Wanqing said proudly.

"It's all Qiao Ran's fault. If it weren't for her, you would have long been the envied Mrs. Wen. Watching you being sustained by medicines every day for these three years, my heart has ached terribly."

Xu Kexin's words made Song Wanqing's eyes reveal a sinister and terrifying gleam, her voice chilling like a demon from Hell, echoing in the hospital room,

"Qiao Ran, I kindly invited you, this bumpkin, to my wedding, and you dared to scheme against me. I must make you taste the torment of not being able to live nor die."

...

At 10:30 in the morning, at the Civil Affairs Bureau!

In the VIP divorce room, Wen Shimo stood by the window, an eerie, piercing cold aura emanating from his entire being.

He had already waited for an hour and a half. Growing up, Qiao Ran was the first person to make him wait this long.

Just as Wen Shimo's patience was running out, preparing to leave, a light and pleasant voice rang out.

"Ah, I'm really sorry, there was a traffic jam and I was late. Please forgive me, Mr. Wen."

Wen Shimo turned around to see Qiao Ran standing not far away, dressed head-to-toe in eye-catching red, her make-up exquisite, smiling brilliantly at him.

"Is it traffic or because you were doing your hair that made you late? You know it in your heart."

Yesterday it was simple long black hair; today, it's dark brown with large waves.

The morning rush hour has long passed; still using traffic as such a funny excuse, this woman really is a habitual liar.