Song Youran stayed in the hospital until dawn.
Liang Yi appeared in front of her and officially informed her, "The CEO has already signed the consent form for the operation. It will be ready in an hour."
It seemed like her words had no effect in front of Xie Jingchuan.
Liang Yi looked at her, a look of pity flashing past his eyes.
That was between them.
If one was willing to fight, the other was willing to accept it. It was none of his business.
The doctor and nurse were walking outside the door, and the white corner of their clothes seemed to be particularly eye-catching.
Song Youran sat up from the sickbed, her face pale white as if she would faint at any time.
But when Liang Yi saw her, he slowly smiled.
"Director Song …"
Liang Yi inexplicably became flustered.
Song Youran said with an extremely calm voice: "I understand, you can go."
"You got it?" You don't even try to fight back?
Liang Yi suddenly felt that …
Women don't love themselves at all. They deserve to be abandoned like old shoes.
Song Youran slowly got off the bed, her actions as cautious as if she was afraid of hurting the little life in her stomach. She put on her shoes and walked towards the window.
Outside the window was a cloudy sky.
A strong wind swept up the fallen leaves and sent them flying into the sky. Everywhere, it was written that heavy rain was approaching.
Liang Yi stood behind her, "Boss Song... The president told me to wait until you finished the operation. "
"Since you still know that I'm Boss Song."
Song Youran turned her head.
She was clearly such a thin person, but when she raised her eyes to look at him, they carried an invisible pressure.
She said, "Why do you think I'll listen to you?"
"Sorry, Director Song."
Liang Yi opened his mouth: "The CEO said..."
"I don't want to hear it from you."
Song Youran said: "If you don't leave, I will get someone to send you off."
She hadn't put on any airs in all this time.
She worked so hard, treating everyone around Xie Jingchuan with an amiable face, trying to change what she found, changing them bit by bit.
Unfortunately, the results were meagre.
The people around him were all similar to him. From the very beginning, she was certain that she was reaping what she sowed.
Liang Yi was stunned.
It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that Xie Jingchuan truly had no feelings for her.
All these years, even they, who were present here, knew that they had to automatically avoid the term "Mrs. Xie" from Xie Jingchuan. After a while, other than an outsider, they would not mention the term "Mrs. Xie".
At this moment, even this form of address seemed exceptionally cold and comical.
Song Youran walked out of the ward, and the wind that blew in her face was very cold.
Her long hair fluttered in the wind, dispersing the last bit of hope in her heart.
Liang Yi watched her leave.
They had almost forgotten what methods the former Song Youran had at the mall to allow a girl in her twenties to preserve her parents' large inheritance and gain a foothold in the Yun City.
She had never relied on Xie Jingchuan's existence as an accessory.
She was willing to lower her head because she loved that man so much.
"Hello, Lawyer Jiang."
On the way back, Song Youran made a phone call, "Sorry, I'll have to trouble you again."
"This time, it's a divorce agreement."
"Yes, I've thought about it."
"All the property in my name belongs to him, that's all. Is it okay by six this afternoon? "
"Alright, I'll wait for you."
When Song Youran returned to Shang Cheng Residence, she picked out the two-storied villa according to Xie Jingchuan's preferences before they married. The environment, the light, and the villa was facing the south.
In the past, when she stayed here every day, she would feel an inexplicable sense of happiness.
And today, this illusion finally disappeared along with her situation.
She opened the door and went in, pulling out her clothes one by one from the closet.
She spent five years shopping for small items on the bedside table. She had bought everything she could think of to make the house look warm.
And destroying these would only take a day.
Now that she looked at it, the only person who thought of this house as a home had always been her.
Xie Jingchuan just treated this place as a cage.
The moving company was here soon. She moved her things out one by one, and the large house was soon more than half empty.
It was not that Song Youran cared too much about these things.
If she were to leave, Xie Jingchuan would throw all these away.
It would be better if she cleaned things up a bit more so that he wouldn't feel uncomfortable when she was about to leave.
It was almost five.
Lawyer Jiang sent over the divorce agreement he prepared, "It has been prepared according to your requirements, you can look through it first, if you need to change it, then contact me."
Song Youran calmly replied, "Thank you."
Lawyer Jiang was the person who helped her manage her parents' inheritance back then. She was watched as she grew up, watched as she flew like a moth to a flame, trapping herself by Xie Jingchuan's side.
All of this had changed from today onwards.
Before Lawyer Jiang left, he could not help but ask her: "Are you really willing to end this way?"
Song Youran nodded but did not say much.
Lawyer Jiang still remembered how spirited she was when she first sought him to propose a marriage contract. At that time, even her eyes were glowing.
Unlike now, it was deathly silent.