Chapter 27: Divorce Filing Takes Effect

Meng Shutang was forced to tilt her face upward, warm tears slipping from her pale little face, continuously washing away her reason.

The fact that he didn't sleep with Bai Cixian means nothing.

He stopped loving her long ago.

His attitude toward her was, from start to finish, a purposeful revenge; she was a pawn, unchanged all along.

The man saw her eyes closed, silently shedding tears.

He rose slowly and sat down beside her.

"Chengxi Bieshu, you were the one who sent me there?"

Meng Shutang rose slowly, straightened her clothes, but she didn't intend to leave; instead she curled up at the head of the bed, clutching the pillow she had used before.

Hearing Chengxi Bieshu, Gu Yunci's mind recalled that year they were at Chengxi Bieshu, heavy snow sealing the mountains, for a full half month they spent almost entirely in bed.

Even when Meng Shutang once said she wanted to go outside to see the snow scenery, he couldn't bear to let her.

A slight ripple finally rose in his heart.

The ripple stirred an impulse; he somewhat didn't want to divorce.

But recalling Gu Yeheng's words, that little ripple in his heart gradually faded.

"Let's get divorced!"

Meng Shutang looked at him and said slowly.

The man turned, sat on the footstool opposite her, took a cigarette from the pack, and with a click of the lighter the flame ignited the cigarette clenched between his lips.

He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly.

Meng Shutang, still recovering from a serious illness, let out a light cough, covering her mouth.

He saw it, and silently extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray.

He walked to the window and opened it.

The cool breeze brushed, clearing his mind a few degrees.

He stood before the floor‑to‑ceiling window; the night shroud highlighted his dark brows and eyes, making him look handsome yet distant.

"What do you want? Anything I can give you, I will give you all."

Meng Shutang saw that he finally loosened his tongue.

She only found it somewhat laughable.

She wasn't laughing at Gu Yunci, but at herself—young winds, a ten‑year unrequited love.

Tonight, it would finally draw a stage‑ending period.

Moisture suddenly welled in her eyes; looking at the composed, steady man in the distance, she slowly spoke, "Whatever I want, will you give it to me?"

The man lowered his head slightly, making no sound.

"What is this? Is it you…" She almost said that he treated her as a tool for revenge; the man looked over, "Compensation for being a plaything?"

"Think whatever you like," the man's gaze shifted from her face to the window, "While I still have patience, let's talk quickly; I'm not someone who wastes time frivolously."

They had signed an agreement before.

He could request divorce at any time without giving Meng Shutang any compensation; that was written in black and white in the agreement.

What he said now was merely because Gu still cherished the three years of bed‑chasing, the only value he could recall about her.

Giving her a small token compensation was a drop in the bucket for the Gu family's power holder.

As for the so‑called debt in his heart, there wasn't even a fraction.

Now he was merely discarding a once‑used, disposable object, just to keep her out of sight, nothing more.

Meng Shutang sat silently at the head of the bed.

Her temperament seemed gentle, but like her work, it was resilient and meticulous; she never bowed to any person or thing.

Just as Gu Yunci thought she was about to be sarcastic again or to harden her bones, like his own pitiful mother who died early, she slowly opened her mouth and made a request.

"Didn't you say the Gu Clan would fully acquire Chengxi Cangpinge? I want you to transfer it into my name."

Gu Yunci's body tensed; the night was deep, and his tone was obscure, "Why do you want that?"

Is it for Gu Jin Xing?

"As for these, President Gu need not interfere."

She placed the pillow back where it had been and rose slowly.

"Chengxi Cangpinge is too dilapidated; I have other plans for it…"

He refused.

"Chengxi Bieshu would be fine, right?"

"You are just an ordinary worker; Chengxi Bieshu is called a villa but is actually an estate. The property fees alone would exhaust you—can you afford that?"

He paused, "The Gu Clan Wenlüxiaozhen, plus several properties in the city center, I'll give you all."

Gu Yunci arrived.

Gu Clan Wenlüxiaozhen is a cultural‑tourism project the Gu Clan has heavily developed in recent years; Gu Yunci wants to give it, but the Gu Clan's senior officials might not agree.

Especially Gu Yeheng; Meng Shutang can imagine that if she asked for it, Gu Yeheng could skin her alive.

"If you don't want Chengxi Cangpinge, just say so; in President Gu's eyes, it isn't a valuable project, right?"

"Stop messing around!" the man shouted loudly.

Why is Gu Yunci so ruthless,

Chengxi Cangpinge was where they first met; it was there that she first saw the dashing youth in white.

He finds it so hard to let go—could it also be the place where he fell in love at first sight with Bai Cixian?

Meng Shutang felt she had been patient enough during this period; watching Bai Cixian's provocation and Gu Yunci's cold treatment, she never lost her temper.

Even if she had committed murder or arson, being punished to this extent would be enough, right!

He proactively suggested divorce, then offered to let her set conditions; she did, and he thought she was being troublesome.

"You want a Cangpinge and to create a project link with Starry Pavilion; honestly, Wenlüxiaozhen really suits you."

This town was almost entirely designed by your own effort.

The other gardens and structures are just the icing on the cake.

I won't give you the West City Cangpinge; drop that wish!

After speaking, he turned and walked outside, "Your health is fine; sleep in this room. The attic is windy; I'll sleep upstairs."

Tomorrow, we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to file the paperwork.

Meng Shutang sat here, occasionally hearing Gu Yunci and Zhang Ma's voices coming in.

Zhang Ma said, "President Gu lived in the attic before getting married; it's been three years since he stopped, and I don't know if he'll get used to it?"

Gu Yunci laughed, "Your own room—what's there to be unaccustomed to?"

The two seemed to be moving things upstairs, and Zhang Ma's nagging voice came again, "When we were kids, Second Young Master would fight you for the attic every day, saying the view was good."

Gu Yunci replied lightly, "When we were kids, Jin Xing liked to compete with me for things."

After a quiet moment outside, Zhang Ma's voice came again, "Actually, I've always thought the Second Young Master wasn't really fighting you; he just… wanted to get your attention."

Gu Yunci stopped at the doorway, "Zhang Ma, you may go back!"

The next day, during the meal.

Meng Shutang looked at Gu Yunci, "I don't want Wenlüxiaozhen."

Gu Yunci didn't look at her, "You don't need any worries; I'll handle the rest."

"Just any house in the city center!" she demanded.

The man stopped eating, pushed back his bowl and chopsticks, stood up and left, "I'll have Qin Zheng draft the agreement; 9 o'clock, at the Civil Affairs Bureau entrance."

After the man left, Zhang Ma came over, "Young Lady, it's all my fault; yesterday you cut the scarf, I should have stopped you."

Meng Shutang also stood up, "It's none of your business."

That day, they would come both morning and evening.

9:30.

Civil Affairs Bureau counter.

The staff asked routine questions; he answered succinctly, and she only gave a slight nod.

At the final signing, his pen hesitated, but she wrote without any hesitation.

The staff said, "The divorce filing takes effect; within a month, if either party regrets, they may come at any time to revoke it."

"If not revoked, you can collect the divorce certificate."