Chapter 15 Was the car she drives a gift from you?

Mu Yinyin hadn’t even reached the door when she let out a cold laugh. It was truly fitting that she had been blind enough to fall for this man—she hadn’t left yet, and already he was mocking her. Perfect. It suited him well.

Suddenly, Mu Yinyin stopped in her tracks. Although Fu Siyen had his back turned to her, he sensed her halt; the absence of footsteps was telling. A hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes—he knew it, Mu Yinyin was always scheming.

He Xia caught up to Mu Yinyin at that moment, speaking anxiously, “Yinyin, let’s talk things through. Don’t let this drive a wedge between you and the family. Besides…”

Before she could finish, Mu Yinyin impatiently turned to Fu Siyen, her voice deep and steady. “President Fu.”

Fu Siyen turned, his gaze icy and silent.

Mu Yinyin spoke calmly, “Tomorrow, eight o’clock. Shall we go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get a divorce certificate?”

Fu Siyen’s eyes sharpened instantly. “You’ve played your cards, and you think there’s still room for negotiation?”

If she had tried every possible way, so long as she didn’t divorce him, perhaps she could still win his heart. But once the divorce was settled, this was the most foolish move; there would be no chance left.

Nan Shiqing’s heart brimmed with anticipation, her eyes blinking involuntarily as if she wanted to intervene. But now… she didn’t want to persuade anymore. She truly hoped these two would divorce quickly. At this moment, mother and daughter were perfectly in sync, feigning disbelief and shock, as if at a loss for words.

And this pause gave Mu Yinyin full opportunity to speak.

She sneered and began, “Fu Siyen, do you know how I survived these three years?”

Fu Siyen’s pupils contracted sharply, the veins on his forehead subtly bulging. He said nothing, coldly watching Mu Yinyin, who stood by the door with ridicule in her eyes.

He Xia’s voice was tender. “Yinyin…”

But after those two syllables, she seemed at a loss as well.

Mu Yinyin continued with a cold smile, “Every day felt like a year. I cooked new dishes daily, hoping you’d come home. But when you did? Either you didn’t touch a bite and mocked me, or you’d get angry and overturn the table.”

Fu Siyen laughed coldly. “Do you deserve it?”

Mu Yinyin nodded cooperatively. “Yes, I don’t deserve it.”

Fu Siyen’s expression hardened, his lips pressed tight in silence.

But Mu Yinyin laughed softly. “Before, I tried everything. Even knowing your heart was cold, I still wanted to try. I wanted a normal married life with you, but from start to finish, it was nothing but my own wishful thinking. I know—I don’t deserve it.”

Fu Siyen’s brows knitted, as if sensing an ill omen, though he didn’t quite realize it.

Nan Shiqing’s eyes unconsciously brightened, but she quickly hid her excitement. Wonderful! She had always hoped for Mu Yinyin’s disappointment—only when she had accumulated enough would she truly give up on Fu Siyen. Over the years, she had watched Mu Yinyin’s efforts, and feared that one day Fu Siyen might be moved by Nan Shiqing instead.

But… it was fine. Everything was fine. Fu Siyen still hadn’t fallen for her, still disliked her! And Mu Yinyin had finally gathered enough disappointment!

Mu Yinyin was stepping down, which meant soon she could take her place and finally be with Fu Siyen. She was thrilled, exhilarated!

Then she heard Mu Yinyin’s voice, remarkably calm, “So, I’m tired.”

Fu Siyen’s sharp gaze fixed on Mu Yinyin’s face.

But Mu Yinyin looked at him, undisturbed. “President Fu, I’m letting you go. I’m allowing you to live the life you want. Since you want a divorce, I’ll grant you everything. You don’t need to suspect me of playing tricks anymore, because…”

She slowly raised her delicate, jade-like hand and placed it over her heart, speaking quietly, “There’s nothing left of you here. Fu Siyen, you say I don’t deserve you, but from this day forward, you’re not worthy of me either.”

Fu Siyen seemed to laugh out of anger. “Very well.”

A flicker of panic crossed Nan Shiqing’s eyes. Why did it feel as if Fu Siyen was angry? Could it be… he doesn’t want the divorce?

Mu Yinyin had nothing to offer, and she used to be the culprit, even killed him… He shouldn’t love Mu Yinyin, it couldn’t be! Perhaps it was just his pride wounded by her words, nothing more than that—his displeasure was only because his ego was bruised.

Mu Yinyin didn’t think as much as Nan Shiqing. She simply looked at Fu Siyen and asked, “So, eight o’clock, are you free?”

Fu Siyen sneered, his thin lips parting, “As you wish.”

Nan Shiqing felt as if her heart might leap out of her chest! After years of tension, she had finally awaited this moment. At last!

She was so excited! Mu Yinyin had held on for so many years, finally gave up, and she herself had waited all these years for this surrender!

Nan Shiqing opened her lips, wanting to speak several times, but the words wouldn’t come. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to pretend—she was just afraid she couldn’t maintain the act, afraid her tone would betray her joy.

The task fell to her mother.

“Yinyin, President Fu, marriage is a serious matter, not something to be taken lightly. Maybe you should reconsider, I…”

Before she could finish, Mu Yinyin had already left the villa.

Though her father once lived here and she had feelings for the place, it had long since lost his presence because of them. She never wanted to return.

“Yinyin…”

He Xia chased after her immediately.

At the dining table, only Nan Shiqing and Fu Siyen remained.

Nan Shiqing looked at Fu Siyen with concern. “Siyen, are you really going to divorce my sister? She’s actually a good person. Maybe she’s just disappointed lately because you don’t have feelings for her, but she truly is a qualified wife.”

Disappointed, no feelings.

Nan Shiqing’s tone grew heavier. It seemed she was explaining for Mu Yinyin, but in reality it only made Fu Siyen more displeased.

“Does she deserve it? She knows better than anyone what she did back then.” Fu Siyen completely lost his appetite, unwilling to speak further with Nan Shiqing. He turned his gaze to her. “Once you’ve calmed down, remember to finish your meal. There’s business at the company I need to handle. I’ll be leaving.”

Without another glance at Nan Shiqing, Fu Siyen turned and strode away.

In the courtyard, the sound of a car engine could be heard. Moments later, the car vanished.

Fu Siyen’s gaze grew colder, and only then did he notice that Mu Yinyin drove a Ferrari.

His expression darkened.

He Xia was standing in the courtyard, and as Fu Siyen emerged, she spoke anxiously, “President Fu, you… could you try to persuade her again? This marriage…”

Before she could finish, Fu Siyen interrupted her with a deep voice, “Was the car hers, bought by you?”