Chapter 4 Divorce - Part 2
Seeing Yan Jiyue hesitate to press his handprint, Su Mu suddenly felt a bit anxious.
Could it be that this guy doesn't want to divorce like in her past life?
So she deliberately smiled lightly to provoke him: "What's wrong, Young Master Yan can't bear to part with me?"
"Who would miss you?" Yan Jiyue was indeed angered by her words. He closed his eyes, discarding the scattered chaos in his mind, and pressed down hard.
The divorce was successful.
Su Mu smiled happily, her smile as bright and dazzling as the midsummer sun.
She quickly put away the divorce papers and tucked them into her bosom, then began to pack up her few belongings.
Seeing her so eager, Yan Jiyue suddenly felt a sense of humiliation, as if his face had been slapped.
He asked, "You don't even want to spend one night in the Yan residence? Are you in such a hurry to move out?"
While packing her clothes, Su Mu replied lightly with a smile, "Now that I am no longer the young master's married-in wife, nor a servant of the Yan family, naturally there is no reason for me to stay here."
"Then where will you go? It's already dark outside, are you going to stay at an inn?" Yan Jiyue frowned, hesitated for a moment and said, "I won't rush to drive you out, you can make do here for one night."
"The young master need not worry, I have my own place to stay." Su Mu packed up her belongings and politely declined Yan Jiyue's kindness.
To be honest, Su Mu did have some resentment towards Yan Jiyue, not because he didn't like her - it was reasonable to dislike a wife from an arranged marriage.
She was just angry that although they were both victims, she was forced to bear all the blame.
While the real perpetrator was well protected by him.
Married for ten years, they had so many opportunities to divorce, yet he stubbornly clung to her. On one hand, he felt wronged by marrying her and constantly complained in front of her; on the other hand, he refused to let her go, and even actively proposed to have children with her.
It was truly absurd.
They had tormented each other in this marriage for ten years.
Looking back now, Su Mu couldn't even think of a single memory with Yan Jiyue that could be called happy, not even one, just a mess of troubles.
But now, facing the Yan Jiyue who had just married her for half a month, she didn't want to impose this resentment on the young Yan Jiyue.
After all, at this moment, he truly wanted to divorce her.
What wrong had he done? Nothing at all.
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He was like a sharp blade, cleanly cutting off their exhausting marriage.
From now on, he could freely love whomever he wanted, whether it was the Second Young Lady Shen or anyone else, they owed each other nothing.
That night, Su Mu packed her belongings and left the Yan residence.
Dark clouds pressed against the horizon, and the next moment, a light rain began to fall. Raindrops fell on the green moss-covered tiles of the small southern town, on her hair, wetting her hair ends and eyelashes, clinging to her white clothes and red jacket.
Relying on memory, she traversed the dark alleys fragrant with grass, arriving at a familiar small courtyard.
She pushed the door, which wasn't latched from inside, and easily walked in.
A dim light was on in the room, and hearing movement, a shadow passed by the window.
Xie Yi hurriedly ran out, not even having time to put on shoes, his bare feet stepping on the mossy floor tiles, his dark green eyes more vibrant than the rivers and mountains in an ink painting.
"Su Mu." He stood still in the misty rain, softly calling her name.
"Why are you running out barefoot? Quickly go inside." Su Mu took his hand.
Once inside, Su Mu took off her outer garment, changed into clean clothes, gathered her wet long hair, and tied it up with a plain hairpin.
When she opened the door, Xie Yi was already waiting outside with a cup of hot, strong tea.
Seeing Su Mu come out, Xie Yi's eyes curved into a smile, his deep green eyes like a rice field brushed by the wind as he smiled.
He pushed the tea forward slightly, saying in the few words of the Central Plains language he had learned: "Drink."
Su Mu smiled and accepted the tea, taking a sip, a comforting warmth spreading throughout her body.
Outside, the rain pattered softly; inside, it was warm and dry. Having traversed ten years, no longer needing to scheme in the business world, no longer entangled in a confusing marriage, Su Mu felt peace in her heart for the first time.
She stretched her hand out from under the eaves, raindrops hitting her palm, splashing water droplets into Xie Yi's eyes, wetting the green rice fields. Xie Yi instinctively closed his eyes, his thick foreign eyelashes drooping wetly at the corners when dampened.
Su Mu chuckled softly, pointing outside the window, saying: "Rain."
Xie Yi wiped the water from the corners of his eyes, his wet gaze looking at her.
Su Mu took his hand, stretching it out from under the eaves as she had done earlier. This time, Xie Yi didn't resist or reject like before.
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