She Wants to Divorce Me

Chapter 72

The lawyer who initially handled this matter was called Zhao Jing, quite reputable in the industry. However, Chang Yu hadn't anticipated that she would be An Muyu's friend, nor did she expect to have any connection with An Muyu. So-called professional ethics crumbled under the erosion of desire, and the young lawyer with a bright future recklessly committed this career-destroying act. When calling Qiao Xi, Chang Yu's face remained cold. She had thought that after learning a lesson, that person would return to their place, but she had underestimated their madness and obsession.

An ordinary fan going to such lengths was no longer just annoying, but rather hateful, making her want to destroy everything. An Muyu's contract with Sheng Tang Era had just begun. To protect their new talent, Sheng Tang would stop at nothing, let alone when confronted by someone they called an "ungrateful wolf" who had left to become independent after belonging to their company. While online abuse was rampant, they insisted on creating a path for An Muyu's acting career. Of course, it didn't get a chance to be realized. Under pressure from the Ji family and Chang Yu's side, investors had to decide to withdraw funding, and actors who didn't want to offend them naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to accept roles with An Muyu. No one wanted to step into that murky quagmire.

The person lying on the hospital bed had her eyes tightly closed, her complexion rosy as if in a dream, waiting to wake up when the faint morning light arrived. Chang Yu sat at the bedside, sighing softly. She looked down at her bandaged arm, waves of pain slowly deepening and intensifying in her heart, finally sweeping over her like a tide. The physical pain couldn't compare to the torment in her heart, her furrowed brows displaying endless anxiety. Her fingers gently traced Ji Yaoguang's brow, imagining her suddenly opening her eyes with a bright smile. Looking somewhat dazed, Chang Yu smiled at Ji Yaoguang, but after shaking her head to dispel these fantasies, the person on the bed still had her eyes tightly shut, unaware of the pain and regret in the heart of the one awake.

This was a lingchi-like torture, even more desperate than when they were separated after filing for divorce.

Her phone kept vibrating, with greetings and concerns from all directions, though it was unclear how many were sincere and how many were false. Chang Yu felt increasingly irritated, her other hand touching the phone screen, about to turn it off to block out all noise, but finally stopping on the Weibo interface. The fact that she and Ji Yaoguang had once signed divorce papers spread online like a tidal wave, with one question after another seeming unwilling to let go without an answer. Spending all day caring about others' family affairs? How monotonous and boring must these people's lives be? Angrily deleting words that vented her inner rage, she didn't reply to anyone, but just posted a Weibo, her tone as cold as ever.

Chang Yu V: I've never denied things from the past. We had major differences and conflicts, but that's all in the past tense. Our lives are not for bored people to comment on. I thought at this moment, I would hear various blessings.

—Ji Baby is in a coma, probably too disappointed in you to wake up.

A stranger's comment left such a remark. Even knowing it was nonsense, Chang Yu's heart couldn't help but skip a beat, her trembling hand almost unable to hold the phone. Could it be as the sage said? The past flashed through her mind like a lantern show. Ji Yaoguang's compromises and concessions, she even put aside all her pride, the words "willful" gradually disappearing from her. And what about herself? What had she done for her? This realization made Chang Yu's entire heart grow cold, and she sat dazedly at the bedside, like a wooden stake.

She didn't know how she fell asleep, but when she woke up, she still couldn't hear Ji Yaoguang's laughter, only the clear chirping of birds outside the window. All things were sprouting, flowers blooming in profusion. Spring had arrived, so why, in such a beautiful season, was the person she loved still trapped in a sleeping dream? Standing up to stretch her sore limbs, her gaze lingered on Ji Yaoguang for a long time before reluctantly leaving the hospital room. The wound on her hand had burst open unintentionally due to pressure, the bandage speckled with blood, like plum blossoms scattered on the ground by the spring wind.

Bian Yuting arrived very early, just in time to encounter Chang Yu walking in the corridor.

"Do you not want your hand anymore? Can't you be a little more careful?" Sharp-eyed Bian Yuting immediately noticed the obvious bloodstains, sighing lightly, "Why are you both so worrisome? If your hand is ruined, who knows how heartbroken Yao Yao will be when she wakes up."

"I'd like to see that moment, at least she would wake up from her slumber," Chang Yu's lips curled into a bitter smile. "I don't know why she's like this, nor when she'll wake up." It was this feeling of uncertainty that gave hope, yet in an instant could push one into the abyss of despair.

Bian Yuting followed Chang Yu, watching her change the dressing without blinking. The wound was an inch deep, with flesh turned outward, yet she seemed to feel nothing. Looking away unable to bear it, Bian Yuting folded her arms across her chest and said softly, "You've seen the stuff online. I've also tracked down that marketing account that posted. People like An Muyu, Sheng Tang Era is still willing to push behind the scenes, speaking up for her. I'm afraid this misguided Jiang Shoufang will be finished sooner or later."

"Sheng Tang Era? Was Su Ci involved?" Chang Yu frowned and asked. Back then, because Su Ci's new talent was An Muyu, Ji Yaoguang had been quietly angry for several days. If Su Ci was involved in this, then when she wakes up... Chang Yu dared not think of the consequences. She knew Su Ci's character, but feared that to repay Sheng Tang Era's kindness, Su Ci might have made a wrong decision.

Bian Yuting understood Chang Yu's thoughts and shook her head, "I've checked on Su Ci. She wasn't involved in this. She's still on our side." Seeing Chang Yu breathe a sigh of relief, she asked, "Do you know this An Muyu? Who is she really, to be so obsessed with you?"

"I had never met her before," Chang Yu frowned and said, "She was the restaurant owner introduced by Lu Yusheng, said to be her friend, asking to help promote her shop. Who knew it would cause so much trouble?"

"Even Lu Yusheng can misjudge sometimes?" Bian Yuting sighed, "Now that you mention it, I'd like to investigate this Queen Lu. I hope she hasn't been stirring things up behind the scenes?" Bian Yuting had met Lu Yusheng a few times and often heard her name from people around her. They weren't familiar, but couldn't be called strangers either.

"Remember the incident where An Muyu had someone falsely accuse Yao Guang of plagiarism?" Chang Yu slightly raised her eyes, "Afterwards, Yusheng came to find me. She apologized, saying she had introduced such a person as An Muyu. She also said An Muyu sought her help, but she wouldn't give her a hand. That Miss An entering the entertainment industry was a mistake to begin with."

"Why do I feel like she entered the entertainment industry just to get close to you?" Bian Yuting raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly, "That little girl you encountered on the mountaintop inadvertently revealed your location, and ill-intentioned people seized the opportunity. After so many years in the circle, you've surely offended people openly and secretly, but to be so ruthless as to want your lives—no, looking at the video, that person was clearly targeting Yao Yao. I suspect it's the doing of that black-hearted An manager, harboring resentment."

Chang Yu's face turned cold, her gaze like a sharp blade. She replied, "I suspect so too. Someone is already investigating."

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The ancient alleyways were sparsely populated on weekdays. Originally, many people came because of the food blogger's reputation, but now, "Heart at Peace" was deserted, with even a large red "X" drawn on the wall. In such a developed internet age, who didn't know that the owner had slandered Ji Yaoguang as a plagiarist, pretending to be an innocent white lotus? Who didn't know that the dishes at "Heart at Peace" were all copied from "Spring Banquet" across the street? Compared to this seemingly fragile but inwardly vicious "bewitching tramp", wasn't that Buddhist-like owner more popular? If there were tourists who finally chose the right direction, after hesitating for a moment between the two signboards, they would turn and head towards "Spring Banquet".

An Muyu, who had become a "celebrity", usually didn't dare return to this street. When she encountered acquaintances, all she heard were embarrassing jibes. But this didn't mean she would never appear again. Large black sunglasses and a mask were her disguise, her entire person almost enveloped in a long trench coat. Her steps faltered, but she finally turned into the about-to-close "Spring Banquet".

"Well, well, look who it is. Isn't it the big star An? How come you've returned to our little place?" Zhao Xi spotted the newcomer at once, her tone full of endless mockery and sarcasm after getting her revenge.

An Muyu's face paled at the ridicule. After a while, she asked softly, "Where's my master?" She had learned many skills from the owner, who had always maintained silence, unwilling to admit the word "steal". Everything she had done was to get closer to the person in her heart more quickly, but why, even with a chance to start over, was she still unable to get close? The distance seemed to be growing even further. She saw her own face in the mirror, no longer the gentle and kind person she once was, but filled with cruelty and ignorance, even a touch of hysterical madness.

"Are you here to apologize?" Zhao Xi didn't answer An Muyu's question, blinking and asking with feigned innocence.

"Where's my master?" An Muyu repeated, having pondered for a long time. She came to Spring Banquet hoping to get help in washing away the stains on her, if only she would speak up, if only she would come forward to refute those arrogant rumors online.

When the owner appeared, she was carrying a watering can. She glanced faintly at An Muyu, the gentleness in her eyes not diminishing at all because of this "ungrateful" apprentice. She didn't speak, but the quick-tempered Zhao Xi immediately understood her meaning. Anger flared up, and pointing at An Muyu, she launched into a tirade: "How can you be so shameless? You still want our owner to help you? Get out of here, you're not welcome. When you did those things, smearing our Spring Banquet, why didn't you recognize the owner as your master?" Seeing An Muyu standing motionless, she pushed the pale-faced person, still cursing, "Heaven sees what people do. Don't think others don't know about your secret schemes. Do you think our owner is easy to bully?"

As the door closed, there was a voice that seemed to be chiding.

"I know, I know," Zhao Xi's laughter rang out. "Be a Buddhist girl, right? I've finished scolding her, now I'll go back to reading scriptures to purify my mind."