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Chapter 100
“You said Ye Yao found a job? What kind of job?”
Shen Yun was extremely surprised, clearly not expecting that they would reject it.
Li Cheng shook his head. “I didn’t ask, but Auntie said it herself, so it should be true.”
Shen Yun exchanged a glance with Li Guoxiong.
“Since Ye Yao has already found a job, then let’s drop this matter.”
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Two days later, Zhao Jianshe finally returned home.
His first words were asking Wang Guihua to bring the household registration book and marriage certificate to the civil affairs bureau to handle the divorce.
Wang Guihua had initially thought that after cooling down, Zhao Jianshe’s anger would subside, and he wouldn’t bring up the divorce again. But to her surprise, he seemed determined.
“I’m not going!”
In the past two days, she had thought things through. Once they divorced, even if Zhao Jianshe left with nothing, she didn’t have a job, and would still have to support Zhao Qingqing. Their lives would be in trouble.
She also couldn’t let Zhao Jianshe “be free” to find another woman.
“We already agreed on this.”
Zhao Jianshe, with a face full of stubble and looking unwell, clearly had also gone through some torment these past days.
“You said you wanted a divorce, I didn’t agree to it. Zhao Jianshe, how can you be so heartless? Even if I’ve wronged you, you can’t just divorce me!”
The more Wang Guihua spoke, the more wronged she felt, but this time, she dared not get angry.
Zhao Jianshe’s face darkened. The divorce was certainly not just about this issue; after all these years, he had truly had enough.
“You won’t go? Fine, I’ll handle the divorce myself. You can just wait for the court summons!”
Wang Guihua’s eyes widened in shock, her anger rising.
“Zhao Jianshe, tell me, have you been waiting for this day all along?”
Her emotions completely spiraled out of control, and she screamed.
Zhao Jianshe didn’t give her a chance to explode. He quickly packed a few clothes and turned to leave.
Wang Guihua was frantic, screaming wildly…
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“I heard there’s a new designer here, called Y? Is it a man or a woman? How old are they? What do they look like?”
In the clothing store, several regular customers, curious after hearing the news, couldn’t help but ask the people in the shop.
“Y is a female designer, very young, and very talented!”
Whether it was the front desk, the apprentices, or the masters in the shop, they all gave the same description of Designer Y.
“So what does she look like? If she’s young, how can she have so much experience?”
“Sorry, customers, we cannot disclose Designer Y’s appearance, and currently, she doesn’t accept individual orders.”
Hearing the customers’ confusion, Cai Qingyuan, who had just walked down, continued to answer.
The customers exchanged looks, as it was their first time encountering such a mysterious designer.
The shop called her “Designer Y” instead of “Master,” which only made them more curious about this person.
“Boss Cai, this Y, isn’t she just a gimmick for your shop?”
Ruan Ling, standing at the front, made a teasing remark.
As the most important customer of the shop, she ordered almost all her clothes from here throughout the year, and if you calculated it, she spent almost a thousand yuan here each year.
Cai Qingyuan smiled slightly. “Of course not, Miss Ruan, and to all our customers, our shop has now partnered with Designer Y to create a new brand, called Yao Yipin.
The currently popular sportswear is also designed by Y, and in the future, all items will be categorized under the Yao Yipin series.”
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