Chapter 33 That Damn Woman Is Just Too Free-Spirited

The bedroom had been tidied up immaculately. Yet… Fu Siyen’s irritation only grew. He did not step inside, but turned and headed downstairs.

Originally, he had planned to spend the night here.

But—

Fu Siyen drove his car away without looking back, returning to his own residence.

—

The next day.

As arranged, Fu Siyen went to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Since Mu Yinyin truly wanted a divorce, he would grant her wish. He only hoped she wouldn’t pull any tricks like yesterday.

When he arrived, he saw Mu Yinyin standing at the entrance. Fu Siyen frowned slightly—why was she dressed so formally today?

A black suit, looking every bit the part of a professional. Her long hair was swept up, revealing her exquisite face entirely; she appeared crisp and decisive, a far cry from the gentle and demure woman she had always been. Before him now stood someone more resolute, more spirited.

Fu Siyen frowned. The next moment, a touch of mockery flashed in his eyes. Did she think getting divorced was as ceremonious as getting married?

But then, when they married, there was no wedding at all—it was a hidden marriage, and he had carelessly registered with her.

He remembered that day; she had been unable to hide her excitement, though she didn’t dare disturb him.

But today, as they were about to divorce, her face was expressionless. Was it weariness with the marriage, or had time forged her into something else?

Fu Siyen’s lips pressed into a thin line as he walked toward Mu Yinyin.

Noticing his tall figure approach, Mu Yinyin raised an eyebrow. “Let’s go.”

She uttered the words coolly, as if maintaining only the barest courtesy.

Seeing her turn and stride toward the bureau without a backward glance, as if she couldn’t wait to end things, Fu Siyen’s gaze darkened.

He caught up with his long strides. Neither spoke a word; only the crisp sound of her heels echoed through the corridor.

Mu Yinyin sensed the growing gloom emanating from the man beside her. She glanced at him—he kept his eyes forward, not sparing her even a look. She couldn’t help but laugh softly.

This time, Fu Siyen did turn to her, frowning minutely. The curve of her red lips held a trace of irony.

“What’s so funny?”

Mu Yinyin shot him a glance before looking ahead again, replying lightly, “There’s no need to feel aggrieved. Once this is settled, we won’t see each other again. You’ll finally have peace.”

Fu Siyen’s expression darkened further.

Seeing the long line ahead, Mu Yinyin glanced at him in mild surprise. She had thought Fu Siyen would find this tedious and have someone handle their marriage privately to save his precious time.

But now…?

Was he really going to wait in line with her?

Mu Yinyin felt an inexplicable curiosity, but as the man’s cold gaze swept over her, she withdrew her scrutiny and stood quietly.

Mockery flickered in Fu Siyen’s eyes as he said coldly, “Mu Yinyin, after you sign today, don’t play any more tricks. I won’t have time—”

Before he could finish, Mu Yinyin smiled and interrupted, “Don’t worry. There are plenty of men in the world—I won’t be hung up on you. There’s a vast world out there; let’s not meet again.”

Fu Siyen’s pupils contracted suddenly.

A vast world out there; let’s not meet again.

He sneered, “Good.”

With just those two words, they fell silent.

There were many people ahead; after half an hour, there was still a long wait.

Both Fu Siyen and Mu Yinyin began to lose patience.

She frowned slightly and looked at him. “I didn’t expect you’d have the patience to stand in line here.”

Fu Siyen shot her a cold look without replying, then called his assistant.

Five minutes later, someone hurried over to escort them.

Their hidden marriage was quiet, but their divorce now seemed almost public.

A hint of irony flickered in Mu Yinyin’s eyes, but she didn’t mind.

Even as countless eyes turned toward Fu Siyen’s extraordinary presence, she felt nothing.

Once, their marriage had been hidden because Fu Siyen refused to make it public, and she hadn’t dared to insist for fear of upsetting him.

But now—

She no longer cared. What did it matter what others thought? After this divorce, she was done with emotional entanglements.

All she cared about now was protecting her friends and exacting her revenge.

Once the official arrived, they were taken to an office. The staff handled everything courteously and handed them each a paper.

“If there are no objections, please sign.”

Fu Siyen looked at the A4 sheet in his hand—it was their divorce agreement. Once they signed, it would all be over. No more ties between them.

He accepted the pen with a cold face, but before he could even uncap it, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Mu Yinyin had quickly signed her name.

His expression darkened further.

Mu Yinyin exuded an air of carefree liberation. After signing, she looked directly at him, waiting.

A cold, indifferent smile appeared in Fu Siyen’s eyes. So eager—if she was so decisive, he had nothing left to worry about. No matter what tricks she tried in the future, they would be useless.

He signed his name.

But—

He realized, the moment he finished, Mu Yinyin let out a breath of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

The veins on Fu Siyen’s forehead stood out. Very well, Mu Yinyin. Very well.

The staff, seeing both signatures, hurriedly completed the formalities and soon handed over two divorce certificates.

With a sycophantic smile, the staff addressed Fu Siyen, “Mr. Fu, everything is ready as you requested.”

Mu Yinyin paid no attention to whatever was being said. Instead, she happily took her divorce certificate.

From now on, her life was her own—no more shackles, no more entanglements with him. Though there was a trace of bitterness in her heart, she felt a great sense of relief.

From today on, the world was hers alone—a perfect life, just for her.

Mu Yinyin slipped the certificate into her bag, not bothering to bid Fu Siyen farewell or even look at him. She simply rose and walked away.

The staff member was left bewildered, staring after her. What was going on? Shouldn’t a woman be sobbing over divorcing a man like Fu Siyen? Yet, why did her departing figure seem so free and unburdened?