Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
He raised his hand to undo the top button of his shirt. However, that didn’t seem to decrease the fire in his chest. He then rolled down the window to let air into the car.
He waited for a while, and when Cheng Qingchong still hadn’t recovered from her stunned state, he opened his lips impatiently. “I still have a meeting in the afternoon, so please give me an answer soon. Actually, when you think about it, you haven’t lost anything. You’ve cheated one night from me, and I’ve cheated one night from you; we’re even. We don’t owe each other anything now, right? By the way, don’t think you can use the same trick twice after our divorce—last night, I made sure not to ejaculate into you…”
Cheng Qingchong’s body trembled slightly, and her eyes turned sour. Tears appeared in them, and she tried her best to not let them fall.
Is she crying? Qin Yinan found himself increasingly agitated; he undid another button on his shirt. When he caught the scratch mark that she left on the front of his chest during their session last night out of the corner of his eyes, his lips tensed, and he pulled out his phone. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine, I’ll call your parents now to tell them we’re getting divorced, and when they ask why, I’ll inform them of the type of good daughter they’ve raised…”
Then, Cheng Qingchong heard the sound of him typing on the keyboard. Her heart shuddered violently, and she instantly yelled, “I agree, I agree, I agree.”
When she repeated ‘I agree’ three times, Qin Yinan’s fingers that gripped his phone tightened. He then pocketed his phone, opened the car compartment, pulled out their marriage certificate and identity cards, and got out the car without waiting for her.
He must have prepared long ago… Even the certificates and cards are already in the car…
Cheng Qingchong’s blank gaze followed Qin Yinan for a while before she removed the seatbelt and alighted from his car. Qin Yinan didn’t say anything to her. He locked the car behind them and walked toward the hall without waiting for her. With a blanched face, Cheng Qingchong followed behind him with her head lowered.
The receptionist saw them enter and asked politely, “Sir, Miss, you’re here to register your marriage or to register a divorce?”
“Divorce,” Qin Yinan answered easily and readily. Cheng Qingchong, who stood one meter behind him, shivered.
The receptionist passed them each two documents, asking them to fill the forms in first. Then, the counter would call their number to continue with the process.
Qin Yinan thanked the receptionist and grabbed the provided pen to fill in the form without hesitation. Cheng Qingchong’s eyes widened, looking at how fast he wrote. Her attention was lost for a moment before, without a shaking hand, she grabbed the pen, lowered her head, and started to write.
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In the same building, on the second floor, Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian were handing in their marriage certificate registration.
The couple stood before a red background, facing the camera. They held each other intimately and smiled brightly and happily at the camera.
