"Song Qiao, do you have time now? I want to talk to you properly."
The next day, after much deliberation, Xia Yuqing finally called Song Qiao.
Her voice was surprisingly calm this time, devoid of the usual urgency.
"Okay, wait for me at Tian Hong, I'll be there right away."
Song Qiao, on the other end of the line, took a deep breath and agreed.
What was coming was inevitable.
He patted his forehead with resignation, forcibly suppressing the gloom in his heart.
...
"Let's get a divorce."
As soon as she entered, Xia Yuqing got straight to the point without any hesitation.
"Alright, I'll do whatever you say."
Song Qiao forced a smile, shook his head, and didn't say anything else.
At some unknown point, things had already spiraled to a point of no return.
It seemed that the trust between the couple had vanished.
And Xia Yuqing had never believed in his transformation from the very beginning.
"After the divorce, Xi Xi will be raised by me. You have no one around and won't be able to take good care of her."
Xia Yuqing was much calmer than before. Her eyes were red, but she held back her tears.
"Okay, I'll cover all of Xi Xi's child support from now on. I'll visit every weekend."
Mentioning the child was like a knife twisting in Song Qiao's heart.
This was the reason he least wanted to discuss divorce.
"Also, I hope we don't let Xi Xi know about this for now. She's still young."
Song Qiao thought for a moment and added.
"Yes, on this point, our thoughts align. Don't worry, with my mother there, our family will definitely not let Xi Xi suffer any grievances." Xia Yuqing nodded solemnly.
"Okay, then let's sign."
Song Qiao smiled again, a smile that looked uglier than crying.
"Tian Hong..."
"Tian Hong has always been managed and operated by you. I merely provided some capital and connections. It's yours. I'll hand over the chairman's position to you tomorrow."
Before Xia Yuqing could speak, Song Qiao waved his hand and interrupted her.
Compared to dividing assets, he didn't care about these things, nor did he need to.
A flicker of relief crossed Xia Yuqing's eyes.
Then, she handed the divorce agreement she had prepared to Song Qiao.
"Sign it. After this, our marriage ends here. I hope your business prospers."
"Tomorrow morning, we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate."
"Okay."
Song Qiao answered with a single word and then readily signed his name on the divorce agreement.
He then picked up his copy and left the office without looking back.
Now that things had come to this, any further words would be meaningless.
...
After walking out, he took a deep breath and, for the first time, lit a cigarette for himself.
This was the first time he had smoked since his rebirth.
The next morning, Xia Yuqing arrived at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Since his Bentley was in for maintenance, Song Qiao borrowed another car from Guo Jun.
Unexpectedly, Guo Jun lent him his Lamborghini.
As soon as Xia Yuqing saw the luxury car.
She immediately frowned.
Her husband was always so ostentatious, thinking that driving a luxury car meant success.
He never understood why she was truly disappointed in him.
"Song Qiao, at this point, what's the point of doing all this? Don't you think it's too late to try and salvage things?"
Xia Yuqing's voice trembled slightly, and she instinctively reprimanded Song Qiao.
"Salvage?"
"What do I need to salvage?"
Song Qiao was taken aback, and then he immediately guessed his wife's thoughts.
He instinctively smiled and said, "I have nothing to salvage. Let's go, let's hurry inside and get the certificates. I have business to discuss this afternoon."
With that, he walked directly into the Civil Affairs Bureau hall.
Having made up his mind, Song Qiao was not the type of man to waver.
"You..."
Seeing Song Qiao like this, Xia Yuqing stamped her foot in anger, her face filled with frustration at his lack of progress.
Finally, their marriage came to an end here.
The moment Song Qiao received the divorce certificate, he felt as if a lifetime had passed.
...
When Xia Xueqing heard the news that her sister and brother-in-law had divorced, she almost jumped to the ceiling.
"This is simply heaven-sent!"
"How can there be such good fortune in this world? This time, I will personally make sure to keep brother-in-law firmly in my grasp."
Xia Xueqing thought to herself, got dressed up meticulously, and went to Song Qiao's villa.
At this moment, Song Qiao was still feeling somewhat dejected in his office.
"Brother-in-law!"
As soon as she entered, she screamed and threw herself into Song Qiao's arms without any pretense.
Her arms clung tightly to Song Qiao's neck like two hooks.
"Xue Qing, I'm afraid I'm no longer your brother-in-law."
Song Qiao gritted his teeth, his voice low.
"But we'll always be family, right?"
Xia Xueqing's eyes fluttered, and she rested her head on Song Qiao's chest, gently drawing circles on his chest with her finger.
Song Qiao was once again thrown into an awkward situation, unsure how to respond for a moment.
Even a fool could see what Xia Xueqing was implying.
But he still didn't know how to make a choice.
...
The next day, Song Qiao woke up early and went to Xin Kai.
He intended to use work to numb himself completely.
"Song Qiao, you and Yu Qing..."
Ye Zhiwei was also at the company. She had heard the news yesterday and had already noticed that Song Qiao's expression was somewhat off.
"It's all in the past. Let's not mention it again."
Song Qiao waved his hand gently, clearly unwilling to discuss the matter.
"Sigh."
Ye Zhiwei sighed, and couldn't help but feel suspicious of Xia Yuqing.
Such an excellent man as Song Qiao, whom she herself couldn't have, was being so resolutely divorced.
What was going on? Was her vision truly so terrible?
"Zhi Wei, how about accompanying me for a drink tonight?"
Song Qiao, who had already walked away, suddenly turned back.
His gaze towards Ye Zhiwei was filled with intense anticipation.
"Ah, I don't think so. I have plans to have dinner with my family tonight."
Ye Zhiwei's eyes reddened, and she gently shook her head, declining Song Qiao's invitation.
Song Qiao showed no reaction and simply nodded calmly.
He turned and walked upstairs.
Leaving Ye Zhiwei flustered where she stood.
"This guy, is he even a normal man?"
"Doesn't he know girls get shy?"
"If he asked a couple more times, would I still refuse him?"
Thinking this, Ye Zhiwei stamped her foot again in anger, her lips turned up in a pout.