Ge'er thought Jiang Jingyu and Tong Anan lived happily ever after their marriage, but it turned out to be an illusion.
The ancients were right; marriage is indeed the tomb of love. Don't yearn for marriage. Get divorced quickly.
Lost in thought, Shang Jincheng called.
Could he be more eager for a divorce than herself? Had he suddenly come to his senses?
Ge'er lazily answered the call.
To her surprise, Shang Jincheng said, "Tomorrow won't work. I have a business trip tomorrow."
Ge'er knew he had his own career, but it wasn't anything significant. To this day, she still didn't know what he did.
Curiosity piqued, she asked, "Busy with what? How could it be so coincidental? Are you doing this on purpose, Shang Jincheng?"
Shang Jincheng chuckled inwardly, but outwardly he retorted, "Who's doing it on purpose? Were you doing it on purpose today? You can have something to do, but I can't?"
There was logic to his words, and Ge'er was momentarily silenced.
"Then when will you be back?"
Shang Jincheng didn't say, just chuckled.
"What, you miss me already before I've even left? If you really can't bear to part, I'll take you with me."
"Go to hell! Who misses you? I just hope you come back soon, and then..."
"Alright, alright, you want me back quickly. I know you miss me. How about this? If you miss me, call me. As long as you need me, I'll rush back as soon as possible, even if I have to abandon my work."
She shouldn't have wasted her breath on such a shameless person. Ge'er, infuriated, hung up the phone.
The next day, life went on as usual.
Jiang Jingyu and Tong Anan seemed to have reconciled and no longer sought her help.
The following few days were peaceful until Friday afternoon. After a busy day, she opened her phone to check her WeChat Moments and saw photos from last night's party posted by a mutual friend.
Among the crowd, the tallest person, the one smiling the brightest, and striking a pose for the camera, was none other than Shang Jincheng!
Ge'er was furious.
This damned Shang Jincheng, had he not gone on a business trip at all? Was he deliberately lying to her, or had he returned long ago?
He hadn't even bothered to tell her he was back, instead going to someone else's party. He had absolutely no integrity!
She immediately called him.
Shang Jincheng answered, his voice lazy, as if he had just finished a rendezvous.
"Hello."
"Hello your head! Shang Jincheng, you shameless man, didn't you say you were on a business trip? How come I saw you in Tong Mengmeng's Moments? You're clearly fooling around all day and pretending to be busy with me. You're deliberately trying to shirk your responsibilities and don't want a divorce, are you?"
"Don't think you can do anything to me just because of this. I'm willing to part on good terms with you because we're friends. If you insist on making a scene, I'll just get scolded by Mom and Dad, and then we'll have our showdown! Let's see who suffers more, you or me!"
Shang Jincheng hadn't expected her to be so angry.
It seemed she truly had no affection for him. He regretted this move.
"Big sister, at least find out the situation before you start scolding people, alright? Yesterday was the birthday of Tong Mengmeng and her husband. They insisted I come back, saying the party wouldn't be fun without me. I only got back late last night."
"I didn't even go home. They dragged me straight from the airport with my luggage to their place. If you don't believe me, ask them."
"They got me drunk, and my head still hurts. How can I possibly contact you? You're really making me out to be the villain."
He sounded so genuine that Ge'er was starting to have doubts.
"You're still making excuses for fooling around with your disreputable friends all the time? I don't care. There's still time, get up now, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau!"
"Big sister, it's already past four o'clock. The Civil Affairs Bureau closes at five. Even if we grew wings, we wouldn't make it."
Ge'er said, "Don't you know a lot of people? Now's the time to use them! Ask them to work overtime for us!"
Shang Jincheng gave a wry smile. "Do you know any man who would ask for favors from acquaintances in this kind of situation?"
"I've only been married to you for seven days, and you want to ask acquaintances to work overtime for a divorce? Are you afraid I won't be enough of a laughingstock?"
Ge'er scoffed at him, "You know about shame now? What were you doing before?"
Shang Jincheng felt a bit hurt by her scolding.
"Zhan Jingge, you're being unreasonable. Was I the one holding a knife to your neck, forcing you to marry me? Or was I kneeling on the ground, begging you?"
"Although this was a bit rushed, you agreed to it yourself, didn't you? And now you're blaming it all on me? This conversation is pointless."
This scoundrel was quite eloquent when it mattered.
Ge'er was rendered speechless by his words and could only issue a threat.
"Then I'll see you on Monday. If you try to make excuses again, I'll expose everything directly. You can wait and see!"
Shang Jincheng could only soften his tone over the phone. "Okay, okay. See you Monday, see you Monday."
"Since my attitude is so good and I've agreed to you, can you do me a favor?"
"Your attitude is good? Was that the attitude you just had?"
Shang Jincheng pleaded with her, "Please, I'm begging you, come and save me. I drank too much last night, my stomach really hurts, and I haven't eaten all day. I'm feeling miserable. Just pity me and buy me some medicine."
Ge'er was unsympathetic. "Go to hell! You were acting all high and mighty when you were drinking. Now that you've finished, you know how to act pitiful? Where are your disreputable friends? Tell them to bring it!"
Shang Jincheng shamelessly replied, "You know they're disreputable friends. They were the first to run when we were drinking. After they finish drinking, they're nowhere to be found! You're my only true friend, Ge'er, save me. Please, if you don't come, I'll die."
Although Ge'er disliked his smooth-talking, she was genuinely worried about him.
What if he died? Wouldn't she become a widow?
What was all this!
She left work early, bought some medicine for stomach pain, and went to his place.
When the door opened, Shang Jincheng, looking pitiful, clutched his stomach.
"Thank you. If you really don't want to see me, you can just leave the medicine and go. I can get a glass of water from the kitchen myself."
Ge'er raised an eyebrow. "Get a glass of water from the kitchen? Are you planning to drink it cold?"
"It hurts too much. Even walking hurts. I don't have the strength to boil water."
"Then get lost and lie down, and I'll boil it for you!"
Shang Jincheng chuckled inwardly.
This sharp-tongued but soft-hearted person, he knew he had to use a sob story to deal with her.
He pitifully lay down on the sofa, curled up there.
Ge'er looked at his large frame, seeing him in such a state, and grumbled as she went to the room to get a blanket for him.
Shang Jincheng, wrapped up like a dumpling, was overjoyed, his tail nearly wagging.
"This blanket is the one you used that day. It still has your scent, it's so fragrant. I haven't had the heart to change it these past few days. Wife, you have no idea how charming you are."
Ge'er got goosebumps all over.
"Are you trying to die? Who are you calling wife? That's so cheesy!"
"Shang Jincheng, I don't know how other women react to your sweet talk, but I can't stand it. If you dare to talk nonsense in front of me again, I'll cut off your tongue!"