Chapter 1 — It's Too Late to Kneel Down

On my ex-husband's birthday, I quickly flew back from abroad. But the person who opened the door was his female secretary, still wearing my bathrobe.

"Miss Do, don't misunderstand. I came to report work to boss Chu. On the way, I accidentally got caught in the rain, so I took a shower."

My husband also wore a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom without any explanation:

"Didn't you go to London to negotiate a project? Why did you come back?"

I nodded and laughed lightly: "The project ended early, I'll go back and get the documents." Having finished speaking, I conveniently threw the gift I had carefully selected into the trash, then texted the lawyer:

“Help me draw up a divorce agreement.”

Men are like clothes. A cheating man is like dirty laundry. Just throw it away, buy a new set and you're done. 1 This year is the third year my husband and I have been married according to the alliance agreement between our two families. Today is his birthday, I specially flew back from London to celebrate. When I got home it was eleven o'clock at night. As soon as I pushed the door in, I saw a woman coming out of the bathroom, wrapped in my bathrobe. That was Chu Tung Dan's newly recruited secretary, named Ly Mo Suong. The moment she saw me, her expression stiffened, but she quickly regained her natural look: "Miss Do, don't misunderstand. I came to report work to boss Chu. On the way, I accidentally got caught in the rain, so I took a hot shower." Reporting work? What kind of work requires running to someone else's house to report at eleven thirty at night? At this time, Chu Tung Dan also came out of the bathroom. Her hair was still half wet, her expression relaxed, her face not showing the least bit of guilt, not even bothering to explain a word.

"Didn't you go to London to negotiate a project? Why did you come back?"

I nodded and smiled faintly: "The project ended early, I'll go back and get the documents." Chu Tung Dan didn't seem to feel anything wrong at all, he walked over and naturally put his arm around my shoulder: "My wife has had a hard time." I tilted my head and looked up at him: "Compared to seeing my husband bring women home at midnight, this little hardship is nothing." Chu Tung Dan's hand on my shoulder paused slightly, his tone calm: "Didn't Mo Suong explain to you just now, she just came to report on work." Mo Suong. Ha, calling sounds so friendly! Ly Mo Suong stood to the side, her wet hair still dripping, her eyes lowered. This look of self-pity and not daring to say much looked like a frightened little white rabbit. I was too lazy to look a second time: "You two continue to report to work. I have something to do, I'll go first." When I turned around, I heard Chu Tung Dan call out "Do Yen Vu". The tone carried a bit of impatience, as if it felt like I was deliberately trying to cause trouble. I didn't bother to turn back. Stepping out of the house, I conveniently threw the gift straight into the trash, then pulled out my phone and texted the lawyer:

“Help me draft a divorce agreement.”

I am the sole heir of the Do Group, and Chu Tung Dan is the heir of the Chu Group. Our marriage was the type of strong-strong alliance most familiar in the business world. The initial reason I chose him among many candidates was very simple Simple: I have a cleanliness disease, but he seems very "clean". Chu Tung Dan always wears a neat suit, a white shirt collar, clean, slender fingers, a faint scent of cedar wood on his body, polite and restrained eyes, without any of the teasing and slickness of the young men. I used to think he was very clean. But now it seems that's not the case. When I was little, my mother used to tell me that our family doesn't need a washing machine, because we have money, our clothes are dirty, we can just throw them away and buy new ones. At that time I just thought she was a waste, until now I don't understand what she was saying. Men are like clothes. And a man who cheats is just a set of dirty clothes. Throw it away, buy a new set and you're done. 2 The next few days I didn't go home, but stayed at the Do family's villa. One is because I temporarily don't want to see this unclean man anymore. Second, because I'm really busy. Although the project in London ended early, there was still a lot of work to arrange. I worked at the company until late at night for several consecutive days. The interesting thing is, Chu Tung Dan hasn't sent me a single text message these past few days. He didn't text me, so of course I didn't actively look for him. Before the lawyer finished drafting the divorce agreement, I was too lazy to even say a single sentence to him. Our two families got married, our interests were too complicated. Shares, real estate, trust funds, and even some joint capital projects all have to be cleared up. It wasn't until the weekend that Chu Tung Dan's message slowly arrived.

“Why haven't you come home these past few days, are you still busy?”

I didn't answer right away. A few minutes later, he texted again: "Are you angry because of what happened the other day?" I put down the document and typed: "I won't get angry over this kind of trivial matter. I'm very busy, I have something to say quickly." This is not a rant. Being angry at a dirty man is a lack of respect for yourself. Chu Tung Dan must have noticed the coldness in my tone, he texted back after a while, his words clearly showing his dissatisfaction.

“My mother said she hadn't seen me for a long time, so she called me over for dinner.”

After three years of marriage, the relationship between Chu Tung Dan and I was not deep, but the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law with Mrs. Chu was always very good. Over the years, she has always treated me like her own daughter. So I agreed: “Okay, when?”

“This afternoon, I'll come pick you up.”

I texted back "Okay", then placed the phone face down on the table and continued to look at the financial report. At six o'clock in the afternoon, the black Maybach parked precisely in the lobby of the Do Group building. The car window slowly lowered. Revealing a small face with delicate makeup.

“Miss Do, you are so beautiful today!”

Ly Mo Suong sat in the co-pilot's seat, smiling brightly and waving at me. That innocent look that doesn't understand life is like a pure white piece of paper. Chu Tung Dan got down from the driver's seat and opened the back door for me.

"I'll take Mo Suong home, she's motion sick and needs to sit in the front seat. So please sit in the back seat."

I treated Chu Tung Dan like air, directly ignored it, looked straight at the co-pilot's seat and ordered:

“Get off the bus.”

The smile on Ly Mo Suong's face immediately stiffened. She instinctively looked towards Chu Tung Dan, her eyes filled with pity and weakness. Chu Tung Dan frowned and said to me: "I can't A little thoughtful, why bother with a little girl?” I smirked, turned around and walked away. The sound of high heels tapping on the asphalt, the pace was neither fast nor slow. Behind me was the sound of a car door opening, and the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Ly Mo Suong ran after me, pulling my hand: "Miss Do, I'm sorry, don't be angry, please get in the car!" I snorted coldly, without giving her even a glance, went straight to sit in the co-pilot's seat, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".