C13 Collecting the Divorce Certificate

The next day, Xia Yun was already awake even before sunrise. She slowly got up from bed to see Lu Zhining resting peacefully next to her. Because it was cold, she covered him with a blanket before she got up and hastily walked to the main building. She wanted her divorce, and she wanted it fast! Upon reaching the living room, Lu Fengting happened to be walking down the stairs in formal attire.

The timing was perfect. Xia Yun quickly narrowed the distance between them and said, "Are you coming with me to the Civil Affairs Bureau?"

"Civil Affairs Bureau?!"

What was Xia Yun even talking about? Lu Fengting frowned, it was too early in the morning for this.

"To get the divorce certificate. What makes you think I'd want to live with a freak like you?!" Xia Yun snorted rudely without care for Lu Zhining's feelings.

"Miss Xia, can you speak more politely to Mr. Lu?" Qian Feng's face twitched slightly in annoyance as he tried to persuade her in a whisper. He himself knew that getting on Lu Fengting's bad side would prove to be disastrous.

"More polite?!"

Glaring at the man behind Lu Fengting, Xia Yun's raised her voice, "After doing such a dirty thing, you still have the audacity to ask me to be polite?"

Anyone could tell that Xia Yun despised the man and wanted nothing to do with him. Although Qian Feng knew there was a possibility that Xia Yun would be even more disrespectful, he was aware he couldn't do anything about it—the woman was too furious to reason with. He could only stand helplessly behind Lu Fengting and observe his reaction.

Lu Fengting said nothing, but his extremely gloomy face and sharp gaze were enough to show how he felt towards Xia Yun's outburst. He hesitated before his lips parted. "Fine. We'll get a divorce—but only after my morning meeting."

"After your meeting?" Xia Yun frowned, annoyed that she had to wait. "I don't have time to wait for you. I still have to go to kindergarten. "

Sensing the tension between the two, Qian Feng quickly intervened. "Miss Xia, the Civil Affairs Bureau only opens at eight in the morning. Even if you go now, you still have to wait for the staff to start work."

Taken aback by his words, Xia Yun glanced at the clock hanging in the living work. To her surprise, it was only 6.30 in the morning! She had been so anxious that she didn't even check the time. They were right—it was too early for them to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau. She felt somewhat embarrassed by her untimely eagerness.

"What time does your meeting end?" Xia Yun asked with a sheepish look on her face.

"I don't know. "

Lu Fengting replied arrogantly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. It was obvious that he didn't want to look her in the eye.

His sharp tongue and arrogant attitude immediately dissipated her embarrassment. Soon enough, she was overwhelmed with anger instead. Her wide eyes narrowed as she glared at Lu Fengting, "What do you mean?!"

Once again, the situation had become tense. Qian Feng hurriedly wiped off the cold sweat accumulating on his forehead as he tried to mediate between the two. "Miss Xia, sometimes the meeting duration is beyond his control. Uhm... How about... following CEO Lu to the company? After he's done with the meeting, you can bring him to the Civil Affairs Bureau. How does that sound?"

"Alright, that I can do. " Xia Yun said simply after calming down.

Qian Feng let out a long sigh of relief after Xia Yun agreed to his suggestion. If she had continued speaking rudely to Lu Fengting like that, who knows what he would've done to her!

Without a word, Lu Fengting immediately walked off without bothering to acknowledge her. He had walked off so quickly that Xia Yun had to jog just to catch up to him. As she followed the man, she complained, "Couldn't you at least tell me when you want to leave?"

Xia Yun's apparent disrespect for the man had Qian Feng breaking out in cold sweat. Now that he could no longer be there to diffuse the tension, he was worried about what Lu Fengting would do to her.

As they were walking into the courtyard, an Astin Martin pulled up in front of them.

A young woman emerged from the front passenger seat and swiftly opened the back seat door. "Mr. Lu, please get in the car." She spoke respectfully with her head lowered.

Just like Lu Fengting, the woman was also dressed in formal clothes. This must be Lu Fengting's secretary. However, her calm expression transformed unconsciously into one of surprise as she caught a glimpse of Xia Yun next to the man. Unsure how to respond, the woman started, "Miss, you are..."

"I'm..."

"I don't want to share the car with her. Let her take a taxi to the company. "

Before Xia Yun could introduce herself, Lu Fengting had interrupted her. Without her realizing, he was already seated in the car and ready to go.

"Drive. "

Before Xia Yun could react, Lu Fengting had already ordered the driver to head to the company. The two women were left astounded as the Aston Martin left. Xia Yun and the female secretary could only exchange awkward glances, both of them unsure of what to do.

Xia Yun sighed and turned to the female secretary, "Sorry, looks like you'll have to take a taxi with me. "

Although the expression on the secretary's face was awkward, she tried to put on a polite expression for Xia Yun. "That's fine." She said before promptly hailing a taxi.

During the ride to the company, the atmosphere was extremely awkward between the two women. Because they were not previously acquainted, they had nothing to say to each other to break the ice. Furthermore, Xia Yun felt like the female secretly was silently holding a grudge against her. Because of Xia Yun, the secretary was forced to ride a taxi instead of the Aston Martin.

Just then, the secretary got an incoming phone call, to which she responded briefly to. Upon their arrival at the company, she brought Xia Yun directly to the corridor in front of the CEO's office and stopped there. She pointed at the stool in the corridor before saying, "Please wait for Mr. Lu here." With that, she quickly left.

Xia Yun sat down and glanced at the clock— it was only 7.10 in the morning. All she could now was wait.