Chapter 009: Know When to Stop

Wen Fu’s expression was cold as she said:

“Why should I make soup for him?”

Sheng Wen was instantly choked. In the past, Madam had never spoken with such indifference. She had always cherished and doted on President Lu, keeping him at the very center of her heart.

His voice faltered, unsure:

“But… in the past, you always made it for him.”

Wen Fu frowned impatiently.

“The past is the past, and now is now. I don’t want to cook for that heartless man anymore, alright?”

She brushed past him, heading straight toward the CEO’s office.

Sheng Wen hurriedly rushed forward to block her.

“Madam, President Lu is in a meeting. It’s inconvenient for him to see you. Why don’t you wait in the lounge? When President Lu finishes, he’ll naturally meet you.”

Every time she brought soup to the company, Lu Chenyi was always busy. If she wanted to see him, she had to wait quietly in the lounge for hours.

But now her brows were knitted in restless irritation. She no longer had the patience to wait.

She only wanted to hurry and sign the divorce agreement, get the divorce certificate, and cut ties with him completely. Not one more moment did she want to remain entangled.

Every time she thought about how he and his “white moonlight” had already been sneaking around and even had a child together, nausea rose in her throat.

So she stormed straight ahead and pushed open the office door without hesitation.

Sure enough, she found Lu Chenyi inside, face stern, holding a meeting with several executives.

Lu Chenyi’s eyes darkened at the sight of her, his voice deep with displeasure:

“Wen Fu, I’m working. Get out!”

But Wen Fu didn’t move. Her eyes fixed unwaveringly on him.

He rubbed his temples, weary. She was usually obedient and gentle—even if she pouted, she knew when and where to do so.

Suppressing his irritation, he gestured for the executives to leave. Once they were gone, his face hardened.

“What are you trying to stir up now?”

Wen Fu pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down. From her bag, she took out the divorce papers and placed them on the desk in front of him.

“This is the divorce agreement. Since we signed a prenup before, don’t worry—I’ll stick to the terms. I won’t ask for a cent from the Lu family.”

“Sign it today. Tomorrow we’ll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and finish the process. Then you can properly marry Shen Qingli. I’m sure she’s tired of being gossiped about as a mistress.”

Lu Chenyi’s face tightened in anger. He pressed a hand to his stomach, sweat breaking across his forehead as the pain flared.

His tone was heavy with suppressed fury.

“Wen Fu, why are you dragging Shen Qingli into this again? That’s all in the past! How long are you going to keep digging it up?

I’ve been done with her for years. How long will you cling to these trivial matters? Just because I was too busy with work to spend your birthday with you? You have one every year—is it really that serious?

Fine, I’ll throw you a grand birthday party later. I’ll invite all our friends and family, make it lively. Will that satisfy you?”

“Always printing divorce agreements—don’t you get tired? Learn to save paper!”

He reached instinctively to toss the divorce agreement into the trash—

But Wen Fu snatched it back, her face solemn, voice steady and firm:

“Lu Chenyi, I’m not joking. This time I mean it. I want a divorce.”

In the past, when his bullying pushed her to despair—when she spent sleepless nights crying into her pillow—she had shoved divorce papers at him too.

But those times, it was only to get him to care a little more, to notice her.

And each time, he brushed it aside with a few words, and the matter faded.

She hadn’t truly wanted to leave back then, so when he tore them up, she let it go.

But three years of marriage had left her broken, bruised all over. She no longer wanted to endure a marriage that existed in name only.

Lu Chenyi’s face darkened, his voice a harsh growl:

“Wen Fu, enough! Do you ever stop?”

Wen Fu let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“Stop? Lu Chenyi, do you think Grandpa won’t find out that Shen Qingli is back in the country? That you’ve been sneaking around with her for years and even have a child together?

Do you think Grandpa won’t unleash his fury on her once he learns the truth? Or is Shen Qingli just hoping to use her return as another chance to squeeze money from the Lu family?”

“After all, years ago she took five million yuan to leave you and go abroad.”

Lu Chenyi froze—he had always hidden that truth carefully.

When had she found out? Was her leaving home this time all because of this?

Panic flickered in his eyes, though he tried to mask it with anger.

“Don’t you dare! Back then, her mother was seriously ill. She only took that money to pay for medical expenses.

As for the child—it was one drunken mistake, I never thought she’d end up pregnant.

She’s been struggling alone overseas all these years, raising that child. Do you have any idea how hard that is? As a woman, can’t you be more generous, more understanding?”

“I can’t let them keep suffering abroad. If Grandpa ever finds out, with his heart condition—if something happens to him, I’ll never forgive you.

But don’t worry. Since Grandpa only acknowledges you as the Lu family’s daughter-in-law, I won’t let him be disappointed.

You can still be the glorious Mrs. Lu. As long as you stop making trouble, I’ll restore your bank cards. You can buy whatever you want.”

Wen Fu sneered.

“Lu Chenyi, I don’t know where you get this ridiculous confidence—that I would tolerate you keeping your wife at home while playing with mistresses outside, even fathering a child before our marriage.

Yes, I used to love you. That’s why I let you trample all over my feelings. But now? I’ve decided not to love you anymore.

You disgust me. I will divorce you. If you have even a shred of responsibility, we’ll part peacefully. Otherwise, I’ll see you in court.”

She rose, face cold, and walked out.

Lu Chenyi hadn’t expected her to speak with such finality.

His chest constricted painfully, agitation and panic surging within him.

It felt as if something vital was about to slip from his grasp.

At the doorway, Wen Fu heard the furious crash of documents as Lu Chenyi slammed them to the ground.

The sharp sound echoed behind her.

But her steps didn’t falter. She pulled out her phone and glanced at it.

Su Ying had finally replied on WeChat, transferring her ten thousand yuan.

Wen Fu thanked her and sent back an emoji.

Then she opened Shi Yanbai’s chat and transferred him the hundred-odd yuan for the coffee he’d paid for that day.

In the following days, Wen Fu sold her branded handbags and jewelry online at low prices while sending out job applications.

Since she had decided to divorce Lu Chenyi, she would have to rely on herself from now on.

She had majored in music in university, but most of her energy had been poured into Lu Chenyi. Her studies had always been half-hearted.

Luckily, her mother had arranged for her to learn music, calligraphy, and traditional arts from a young age, grooming her to be a refined, cultured future Mrs. Lu.

But her job applications went unanswered. So she lowered her expectations.

After marrying into the Lu family, she had lived as a full-time wealthy wife, never working a day outside.

The top companies were out of reach, so she ended up playing guzheng at an upscale club.

One performance earned about five hundred yuan. With tips from guests, she could make around a thousand a day.

In the past, she would casually spend millions every month, even tens of millions.

Now she humbled herself for this small income. Yet her heart felt freer, lighter.

No longer did she have to live under someone else’s roof, swallowing humiliation from Lu Chenyi and his mistress.

The relief was intoxicating.

One evening after work, she linked arms with Su Ying as they walked out of the club together.

Su Ying gave her a look of disbelief, frowning.

“You really can bend and stretch, huh? The Wen family’s daughter working in a place like this, earning scraps. Are you really set on divorcing Lu Chenyi?”

“Why not just take his money and keep a boy toy outside? In marriages like yours, it’s normal for both sides to play around.

He cheats, and you spend his money while cheating back—put a nice green meadow on his head. Wouldn’t that feel better?

If you want, I can introduce you to some handsome models tonight—good-looking, good in bed. You could have some fun.”