It's been a few days since Fu Juan has been getting divorce papers from her husband and his lawyer. It's almost like she was being assaulted with it.
During breakfast, she would get her morning papers along with a big brown envelope containing the divorce papers. This happened for three days straight, so she stopped her subscription to the morning papers.
Whenever she came home from work in the evening, she would see the same size of the brown envelope on her bed, or in the closet, and she didn't need to think twice or ask questions to know that her husband was the one behind it.
If she doesn't see the envelope containing the divorce papers anywhere in her bedroom, she wouldn't get too happy because surely, it will be somewhere else in the house which she has daily access to.
