She Wants to Divorce Me

Chapter 73

When Chang Yu saw An Muyu at the hospital, she was first surprised, then filled with intense disgust. Watching the person approaching and stopping a few steps away, Chang Yu's brows furrowed tightly, her hands at her sides trembling slightly, wanting nothing more than to slap her across the face. Did she have no self-awareness at all? How dare she still appear here? The two detained assailants remained tight-lipped, but more and more evidence pointed to this seemingly fragile and pitiful woman before her.

"I had just entered the entertainment industry when my path was cut off, and when I tried to return to my previous life, I found my 'Heart at Peace' had also been destroyed. Teacher Chang, don't you think treating a newcomer like this is too much?" An Muyu bit her lower lip, her pale face looking pitiful. She pulled out a hairpin from her bosom, staring intently at Chang Yu as she choked out, "Chang Yu, don't you remember? This was a gift from you. You said we were friends."

"......" Faced with these bewildering words, Chang Yu regarded An Muyu as a madwoman, taking a cautious step back. She had no recollection of any other interactions with An Muyu, let alone giving her a hairpin. Hadn't all the recent misfortunes occurred because of An Muyu? How could she still utter the word "friends"? How could she, Chang Yu, possibly have such a friend?

The look in An Muyu's eyes gradually shifted from heartbreak to despair as she clearly saw the insurmountable chasm between herself and Chang Yu. Her words were resentful yet pitiful, as if accusing Chang Yu of being heartless and unfaithful. "You've forgotten everything. Yes, you couldn't possibly know. What's so good about Ji Yaoguang? Why do you always think of her? I thought I'd have a chance if I could start over. All my efforts to get close to you only resulted in your distance. I made so many foods you like, but how did you treat me? What if Ji Yaoguang never wakes up? Chang Yu, won't you look at me?"

"No," Chang Yu replied with a cold laugh. "I don't know why you've developed these unrealistic thoughts about me, but I can tell you clearly, we will never be friends in this lifetime. Moreover, you will pay for what you've done. You've repeatedly violated us. Do you think we're easy to bully? I asked you back at Time Traveler's Inn if you knew Zhao Jing. That was a warning to you, but you seem to have missed the point."

"Is it because of the Ji family?" An Muyu took a few steps forward, her tone somewhat hurried. She reached out, about to touch Chang Yu, when a sharp slap echoed as her hand was ruthlessly knocked away. Chang Yu's expression had turned cold, her hand trembling slightly from the pain of her wound. "Stay away from me." These four words were full of disgust and disdain. As her icy facade cracked, the surging emotions were no longer polite or modest. Her gaze was like a knife, seemingly wanting to pierce through An Muyu.

"Chang—"

Chang Yu suddenly interrupted her, a cold and cruel smile curling at her lips: "I think you should go find a lawyer. Of course, Zhao Jing probably won't be able to serve you anymore."

"You were out for quite a while," Bian Yuting, sitting by the bed playing a game, looked up when she heard the door open and casually remarked.

Chang Yu replied flatly, "I saw a pitiful person."

Bian Yuting raised an eyebrow: "How pitiful?"

"As pitiful as she is hateful," Chang Yu smiled slightly. As she looked down at Ji Yaoguang on the bed, the coldness in her eyes melted like ice in spring.

Bian Yuting made no comment, her gaze moving over Chang Yu's pale and haggard face. After a moment, she said, "You should rest for a while." Even when she was around, Chang Yu rarely ate or closed her eyes, let alone when left alone. With such a long wound on her hand, if she kept pushing herself like this, it would be difficult to heal anytime soon. Seeing a layer of sadness surface in Chang Yu's eyes, she sighed, "Didn't the doctor say Yao Yao is fine? She's just sleeping for a bit longer than usual."

"It's been several days already," Chang Yu replied softly, rubbing her eyes and holding back tears that threatened to spill. She didn't know how she had made it through these hazy days, nor how to move forward. One thing after another weighed on her shoulders, almost suffocating her.

"Put work aside. Qiao Xi and Ji Kaiyang will handle it," Bian Yuting narrowed her eyes, a glint of intelligence flashing through them. "As for those scheming behind the scenes, I'll root them out one by one. Jiang Shoufang from Sheng Tang wants to prop up his own incompetent artist? Isn't he clearly trying to go against us? I see his sons are quite lively. Throw in an illegitimate son, Jiang Huai, and it becomes very easy to stir up trouble."

"Why do people harbor so much malice?" Chang Yu murmured. Wasn't An Muyu responsible for the consequences she now faced? But she hadn't realized just how many mistakes she had made. If she claimed to be pursuing only Chang Yu, then she had thrown everything else to the wind. Beneath her fragile exterior lay an almost insane obsession. Such a person was more than anyone could bear.

"Don't overestimate human nature," Bian Yuting laughed coldly, putting her phone in her pocket. She stood up and stretched, saying, "I'm heading back. You stay here and watch, but don't wear yourself out."

"How can waiting be tiring?" Chang Yu chuckled lightly. She tucked in the blanket corners, a process of hope battling despair. At least in many moments, she could see that ray of light right before her eyes. Ji Yaoguang would wake up. She would wake up soon. Chang Yu held this thought in her heart, choosing to trust her intuition.

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The long dream seemed endless, as if trapping one completely within its confines.

Ji Yaoguang woke up, but the place she awoke to was the world she had fallen asleep in after getting drunk. She vividly remembered the gradual reconciliation with Chang Yu, and after visiting the Moon Goddess Temple, she believed that was reality. This awakening now was just a dream, containing all her inner conflicts. She couldn't sense the anxiety of those in the outside world; she only knew that in this dream, she had things to resolve.

Empty wine bottles rolled on the floor. Rubbing her throbbing head, she propped up her body, sore from lying on the ground, and looked around. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips. After tidying up the messy home, she rummaged through drawers to find a photo of her and Chang Yu. Meticulously wiping the dust off the frame, her gaze was tender and affectionate.

After their divorce, it took less than a year for the public's attention to be diluted by various new events, let alone after three years had passed. Ji Yaoguang's name appeared on the big screen, and people knew her identity and that she had the entire Ji family as her backing. Only on extremely rare occasions would her name be mentioned alongside Chang Yu's. The former goddess, after leaving the entertainment circle, was remembered by only a few. People's memories were like fish, quickly covered by new things.

#DisappearedChangYuSuddenlyAppearsEmbraceWithCloseGirlfriendSuspectedCurrentPartner#

Slowly opening her phone, she saw such a message being frantically reposted on the homepage. Some even tagged her, asking when she would find her own place to belong. The photo under that Weibo post showed an angle identical to what she had seen, with Chang Yu's face clear but the other person slightly blurred. Even knowing everything, seeing this message still made Ji Yaoguang's heart ache as if cut by a knife. She hadn't unfollowed Chang Yu on Weibo; they remained in each other's lists, just no longer in contact. After their divorce, no matter what kind of comments or questions the media raised, Chang Yu never responded. But three years later, as this news spread, the long-absent Chang Yu suddenly posted an update.

Chang Yu V: She is not my partner, we are just friends.

Ji Yaoguang stared at the phone screen. Such a simple sentence made her laugh through tears.

What happened next was even more unexpected. She, who had been hiding from the media for years, actually accepted an interview. Watching that face appear on the screen, Ji Yaoguang felt as if a lifetime had passed.

She said she wouldn't return to the entertainment industry.

She said her current life was generally good.

She said she opened a bookstore just because someone liked reading.

She said she wouldn't find anyone else.

She said she wasn't waiting for anyone; the right person would naturally come.

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She said many things, igniting a glimmer of possibility in Ji Yaoguang's heart. Could their relationship continue in this dream? But she didn't try to pursue it anymore. All the dark clouds that had gathered in her heart had dispersed, and she had completely let go of this dream.

Chang Yu was waiting for her. What could be more important than living in the present?

"I've resolved the regrets of the past in this dream, but now I want to go back, back to my reality," Ji Yaoguang murmured softly.

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Chang Yu could sense every slight movement related to Ji Yaoguang. Her heavy eyelids slowly drooped, an overwhelming weariness nearly overtaking her. But when she felt the fingers she was holding twitch slightly, she suddenly awoke from that exhausted state, looking at Ji Yaoguang with astonishment. The result was disappointing; the person on the bed still had her eyes tightly closed, showing no signs of waking. This emotional rollercoaster left Chang Yu utterly exhausted. She covered her face and sobbed quietly.

The sound gradually diminished, and she was finally pulled into sleep by fatigue.

At this moment, those tightly closed eyes slowly opened. Carefully withdrawing her hand, Ji Yaoguang stroked Chang Yu's long hair, sighing softly. She had awakened when her fingers moved, her mind slowly clearing from its hazy state. The room was dimly lit by light from outside. She chuckled softly, "You made me sad for so long. Letting you cry for a little while longer isn't too much, is it?"