C5 Feelings Would also Have Inertia!

Yeh Xirann hadn't anticipated meeting Mu Yanchen so effortlessly. She had initially intended for her assistant, Kuan Yue, to deliver the divorce and transfer agreements on her behalf.

Signing them today would be an unexpected bonus.

Mu Yanchen's icy gaze quickly scanned the documents, his aura growing even colder.

Yeh Xirann braced herself for his typically biting remarks, the kind that used to pierce her heart...

But unexpectedly, his expression softened. He turned to Mu Wenxuan and said, "I'll have the driver take you home. You've been at this for hours; you deserve some rest. Make sure to take a nap after lunch."

"But we haven't finished choosing the theme for the maternity shoot..." Mu Wenxuan's voice was tinged with a plea as she pouted, "This might be my only pregnancy. I want to capture it perfectly, without any regrets. Will you stay and help me finish? It won't take long..."

After a moment's contemplation, Mu Yanchen instructed Yeh Xirann, "Go wait at Kuan Yue's desk. We'll call you once we're through."

In the past, Yeh Xirann would have defiantly argued her case, even knowing she'd be met with harsh criticism.

But now...

She picked up her belongings and walked away without a backward glance, her face devoid of emotion.

Seated in Kuan Yue's office chair, she pressed a hand to her chest, taking deep breaths until she felt somewhat at ease.

It seems emotions have their own inertia...

Despite having made a firm decision, witnessing Mu Yanchen's tenderness towards Mu Wenxuan still stirred her heart.

She had never been on the receiving end of such kindness.

Mu Yanchen always fobbed her off with excuses about overtime and meetings, rarely taking her calls—nine times out of ten, it was Kuan Yue who picked up.

She, too, had once selected a maternity photoshoot with the hope of cherishing her first pregnancy.

Regrettably, from choosing the location to the final photo selection, it was Kuan Yue who accompanied her by order, while Mu Yanchen never once showed up...

After the incident, it seems the photoshoot was forgotten for so long that the shop owner disposed of it.

In a fleeting moment, Yeh Xirann found herself pondering the past decade—her unwavering love and devotion to him. What had she truly received in return?

A marriage that existed in name only, blatant exploitation, and a destruction that ravaged her from body to soul.

During the six months she struggled on the brink of life and death, her so-called husband, the man on their marriage certificate, hadn't lifted a finger to help. Instead, he relentlessly stripped her of her family's business.

Had it not been for her brother selling his blood to cover her hospital and treatment bills, she would have been reduced to nothing but ashes!

And the child she had been coerced into conceiving to appease the Mu family—since Mu Yanchen found a better option, the child was left to a fate of utter disregard, likely discarded like medical waste.

Her own child... she never even had the chance to see them...

Reflecting on it now, Yeh Xirann couldn't believe how foolish she had been.

Kuan Yue's desk was cluttered with various items. As she regained her composure, she casually picked up a magazine to while away the time.

Fashion industry fluff never really caught her interest.

A note slipped out as she aimlessly flipped through the pages. It contained pairs of words, each written with a strong, neat calligraphy. One pair was heavily underscored with several lines.

"Linhui..." The name brought Yeh Xirann to the verge of tears as she uttered it.

It was unmistakably Mu Yanchen's handwriting, painfully familiar to her.

She hadn't expected him to already be considering names for Mu Wenxuan's child...

The poor soul once in her womb had never been afforded such consideration, to the point where he couldn't even bear to touch her belly on the rare occasions they met.