Let's Divorce As Agreed

“Alright, let’s go,” Gu Huanhuan said, feeling a sudden wave of relief. “Dr. Wen, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but remember, I still have a bill for you to settle,” Wen Chi replied, causing Gu Huanhuan to pause. What a penny-pincher, she thought. Did he really need to remind her like that?

“Oh, right. How much is the bill?” Gu Huanhuan seized the opportunity to ask, wanting to clear any debts.

“We’ll discuss it once your foot is healed,” Wen Chi responded nonchalantly.

“Fine then.” Gu Huanhuan made a silly face at his back as he turned away.

Sister Gao helped Gu Huanhuan out of the office. To avoid being recognized, Gu Huanhuan wore a mask. As they walked, Sister Gao fussed, “You need to be more careful, dear. With you getting hurt like this, I’m worried about finding work for you. Who knows when you’ll be able to walk normally again?”

“Dr. Wen said it’s nothing serious. It should heal quickly.” Gu Huanhuan replied, noticing the pain had lessened. Wen Chi really knew what he was doing.

Miss Gu, you might say that now, but if others heard, their criticism would drown you.

“That’s good to hear. I have to say, that Dr. Wen is really handsome. Do you think he’d be interested in joining the entertainment industry? I could be his manager and make him a star.” Sister Gao couldn’t help but return to her professional instincts.

Gu Huanhuan rolled her eyes and gave her a disdainful look. “Why didn’t you ask him just now?”

“Oh, I should have! What a missed opportunity,” Sister Gao said, genuinely disappointed.

Gu Huanhuan was speechless, but she couldn’t deny that Wen Chi had the looks for it. No wonder Sister Gao saw potential in him. She was, after all, an expert at spotting talent in the entertainment industry.

“Let’s go,” Gu Huanhuan said, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer.

Back home, Gu Huanhuan sighed deeply.

Could anyone be more unlucky than her?

Looking at her swollen foot, she resigned herself to resting and recovering.

…

Grandpa Gu stayed in the hospital for a week. After a thorough examination, the doctor concluded there was nothing serious, and he just needed to rest well at home.

Finally, Gu Shaoting could breathe a sigh of relief.

He carefully settled Grandpa Gu back at home, and everyone was delighted.

Early in the morning, Gu Huanhuan opened her eyes in the dim light. The room was quiet, with beige curtains drawn tightly shut.

Yesterday, Gu Shaoting had come home, and in the evening, Xiaobao slept with the nanny.

She threw off the covers and noticed she was wearing loose satin pajamas. Rubbing her head, she tried to remember what had happened but could only recall chatting with Gu Shaoting the previous night before her memory went blank.

Thinking back to what happened afterward made Shu Pan’s face flush.

Alright, it was time to get up and prepare milk for Xiaobao. Gu Shaoting must have risen early; she didn’t see any sign of him.

Fully awake, Shu Pan got out of bed, dressed neatly, and stepped into the living room.

Bright sunlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the room. A man stood there in a navy blue striped loungewear, his tall and elegant silhouette resembling a backlit painting.

He had his head slightly lowered, his features sharp and his lips pressed together in concentration.

In Gu Shaoting’s arms was indeed little Xiaobao, looking innocent and playful.

“Baby, don’t be naughty. You’ll wake Mommy up,” Gu Shaoting coaxed Xiaobao.

It seemed Xiaobao was thrilled to be held after some time, as he reacted joyfully.

Shu Pan often saw him comforting Xiaobao, but it seemed he had never been quite so dedicated before.