Had she ever dreamed of him holding her down?
Yes.
Lin Shiyu's luscious lashes quivered a couple of times, and then she gently closed her eyes.
Fu Qinglun pulled off his leather belt…
…
On the morning of the fourth day. Outside the Bureau of Civil Affairs.
Fu Qinglun and Lin Shiyu walked out of the Bureau of Civil Affairs. The sunlight was bright and magnificent outside. They were holding a red book.
Now, even the divorce certificate was the color red.
Divorce certificate.
They had finally divorced.
Lin Shiyu raised her pretty almond-shaped eyes and looked at Fu Qinglun. "Young Master Fu, goodbye."
Fu Qinglun looked at her too. "Shi'shi, goodbye."
One of them went south and the other went north. They did not look back at each other.
Manager Bao Zi had driven the huge van to fetch Lin Shiyu. As Lin Shiyu got onto the van, the melodious ringtone of her cell phone sounded.
