"Pei Churan, if you dare to leave, I will never want you again in this lifetime! You stop right there, Pei Churan, you are not allowed to leave!"
On the plane soaring at eight thousand meters high, Su Ting opened her eyes. The chaos in her gaze gradually dissolved, and she stared at the white clouds outside, faint remnants of voices from her memories echoing in her ears.
A week ago, she had received a divorce agreement from abroad. The party listed on the agreement was Pei Churan—conveniently the same name as the boyfriend who dumped her three years ago.
After asking her parents for verification, she found out that she had been "married" a year ago already and her parents showed her the so-called arranged spouse, whom she had never met before.
The two Pei Churans not only shared the same name but also looked similar.
This time, it should be her turn, Su Ting, to dump him.
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M country, HX Group.
A hundred-story skyscraper stands tall in the clouds, becoming the most dazzling skyline in the city center.
Downstairs, the woman wearing sunglasses lifted her head to look at the sunlight-reflecting matte glass building, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and made her way into the building.
"Hello, Miss. May I ask who you're looking for?"
Su Ting smiled. With one hand propping her chin on the reception desk, she removed her sunglasses. A delicate face came into the receptionist's sight.
Su Ting blinked at her, a faint smile curving on her lips, her fingertip drawing a circle on the desk.
"I'm looking for your President." She said in English.
"I'm sorry, but without an appointment, you can't see him."
"Tell him that a woman surnamed Su is here to demand a divorce. If he doesn't come down, the divorce won't happen." Su Ting withdrew her finger, her gaze charming as she tilted her head to the side.
Di… divorce?
The blonde, blue-eyed receptionist looked at the young woman in front of her in surprise. She hadn't even heard that their CEO was married, let alone that he was going to be divorced.
Are you…. sure this isn't a joke?
However, Su Ting just smiled faintly, her gaze indifferent yet steady on the receptionist as if she wouldn't leave unless her request was granted.
"Alright, please wait a moment."
The receptionist picked up the phone and quickly dialed the CEO's office, exchanging swift words with the assistant.
She pointed Su Ting towards the waiting area, informing her that she could sit there for a while.
Su Ting thanked her, moving towards the exquisitely decorated waiting area. There was milk and bagged bread on the table – having not eaten on the plane, Su Ting didn’t stand on ceremony and began eating the food.
In the top-floor office, the man's sculpted face cracked a bit as he glanced at his assistant, "surname Su?"
"Yes, it should be your wife, Mr. CEO. Do you want to meet her?"
The corner of his lips curled into a cold smirk, his eyes flashed two icy rays.
"Meet her? Of course."
Since she came from afar, he couldn't let her down.
It's a good time also, for him to see what kind of woman this manipulator, who outplayed him, actually was.
The assistant lifted her hand to open the office door for him. The man's slender legs stepped out of the doorway, his suit pants sharp like a knife edge, carrying with it a piercing wind.
It was only after Su Ting leisurely finished eating two pieces of bread did she hear the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.
She was familiar with the footsteps of Pei Churan. The her of years ago was so infatuated with him that she scrutinized every detail.
The sofa-style chair blocked the woman's back, and all Pei Churan could see was her long hair falling on both sides and a pair of slender fingers holding a pair of black sunglasses.
As the footsteps drew closer, Su Ting lifted her hand to put on her glasses.
