novelraw Chapter 751 - 761 Dead Heart (9)
Chapter 751 - 761 Dead Heart (9)
Qiao Yun was incessantly chattering on the side, lost in various fantasies and dreams.But Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo remained silent. His eyes were almost tearing, staring fiercely at the divorce agreement on the white duvet cover, unable to look away for a long time.
After a few minutes passed, Fu Nancheng finally spoke slowly, "What is this?"
Qiao Mo was also calm, "A divorce agreement."
He gazed at her, his eyes red, filled with an overwhelming amount of sorrow and things he wanted to say.
But she just looked at him woodenly, waiting for him to sign, her eyes cold as if she were staring at a complete stranger, although she wasn’t urging him.
Fu Nancheng’s heart ached to the point of suffocation, staring at her, trying to detect a hint of jest in her eyes.
Unfortunately, her gaze was very indifferent.
It was like the countless times of hopelessness and heartbreak she had when looking at him.
There was no ferocious hatred, nor unbearable pain, as if she had finally made a decision after a long time.
"Fu Nancheng, let’s divorce," Qiao Mo said softly.
She was tired, really felt exhausted.
She actually never understood why she fell in love with this man, after all, thinking back carefully, there really weren’t any beautiful memories.
But she thought for a long time, and later she figured it was probably because no one had ever given her such heart-rending pain, that’s why it was so etched in her heart and soul.
His thin lips trembled slightly, several times trying to speak, but he didn’t know what to say.
Beside him, Qiao Yun also seemed to have sensed the subtle atmosphere between the two, staring at him in silence.
"Have you made up your mind?" He finally spoke with a pretense of ease, like they were two strangers.
"Yes, I’ve made up my mind," Qiao Mo nodded.
His throat was choked as he nodded along, "Property and..."
Before he could finish, Qiao Mo softly interrupted, "I don’t want anything. Once I get discharged in a few days, I’ll move out from your place."
A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and he couldn’t help but say again, "Regardless, you were pregnant with my child, the property still..."
"There’s really no need. Qiao Yun still has injuries, and her future treatments will require a lot of money. If you insist on giving me something, spend my share on her."
He was stunned again, and Qiao Yun beside him was also stunned.
It seemed that no one expected her to say such a thing, as if she really wouldn’t care who he stayed with or loved, or what the rest of their lives would be like.
Fu Nancheng’s eyes felt slightly sore, as he gently nodded, extending his well-defined large hand to pick up the pen.
Qiao Mo’s gaze fell on his hand, her eyes also feeling somewhat sore.
She didn’t know why, but suddenly she recalled so many things.
She remembered those hands had once held her, remembered him serving her food, remembered him holding her hand.
The warmth of his palm seemed still vividly remembered, yet in a blink, everything seemed so long past.
Fu Nancheng’s large hand trembled slightly, slowly signing at the signature line.
Qiao Mo spoke again, "You should probably look at the agreement, in case there are any disputes in the future."
His large hand paused briefly, but suddenly he sped up, signing his name hastily and carelessly, as if escaping from something.
In his life, he had signed countless documents, and written his name countless times, but never once had it been as painful and hopeless as today.
He tossed the pen aside, and Qiao Yun eagerly picked up the document, "I knew sister would certainly fulfill us, sister is so beautiful, she’ll definitely meet a better man, and if she ever encounters any trouble in the future, she can come to me and Nancheng, we will definitely do our best to help."