Chapter 8: No Need

The person beside him asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I thought I saw someone I know.”

They had grown up with Feng Tingshen and all knew Rong Ci loved him.

To be honest, Rong Ci was beautiful, but quiet and unassuming—pretty, yes, yet lacking any distinct charm, not the type Feng Tingshen favored.

Feng Tingshen kept his distance from her, and they held little regard for Rong Ci either.

They rarely saw Rong Ci, and even when they did, they were too lazy to greet her.

To be honest, her face had already grown hazy in his memory; he wasn’t even sure if he’d mistaken someone else for her.

But even if it truly was Rong Ci, he didn’t care.

He said nothing more and turned back to his private room.

…

Rong Ci didn’t notice Qi Yuming.

After leaving the hotel, she dropped the person off at Chu Zilang’s residence and stayed there that night to care for her.

Chu Zilang woke up, saw Rong Ci, and hugged her gratefully: “You worked so hard last night—I’ll treat you to dinner soon!”

Rong Ci had already prepared breakfast; she patted Chu Zilang’s head: “Get up and freshen up—your breakfast will get cold.”

Chu Zilang hugged her, burying her face against Rong Ci’s waist, unwilling to let go: “Xiao Ci, you’re so fragrant and soft—hugging you feels so nice~”

Rong Ci: “...”

After washing up, Chu Zilang saw the fragrant breakfast Rong Ci had prepared and felt utterly blissful, truly believing anyone who married Rong Ci had struck gold.

But thinking of Rong Ci’s marriage to Feng Tingshen, she held back, afraid it would hurt Rong Ci.

She sat down, eating breakfast while scrolling on her phone.

But soon, her expression changed; she couldn’t help asking Rong Ci: “Has Feng Tingshen returned to China?”

Rong Ci: “Mm.”

Chu Zilang handed her phone to Rong Ci.

Rong Ci glanced at it and saw it was Qi Yuming’s WeChat Moments—Feng Tingshen’s friend.

He had posted several photos from last night’s gathering.

The caption read: “Happy Birthday to the Beautiful Birthday Girl~”

Though it was meant to wish Lin Wu a happy birthday, four or five of the nine photos were of Feng Tingshen and Lin Wu together.

Especially when cutting the cake—it was Feng Tingshen and Lin Wu holding the same crystal knife together.

As for their daughter Feng Jingxin, she never appeared in any photo—presumably to avoid letting the Feng family mansion know, since Feng’s grandmother was close friends with Rong Ci’s grandmother, and had always disliked Lin Wu because of the conflict between their mothers.

If the grandmother found out Feng Tingshen allowed Feng Jingxin to get close to Lin Wu, she’d be furious.

Just from the photos, an outsider might think Feng Tingshen and Lin Wu were a real couple.

But it was clear this birthday party had been specially arranged by Feng Tingshen for Lin Wu.

Thinking of the cold treatment she’d received on her own birthday half a month ago, Rong Ci looked away.

Chu Zilang watched her anxiously: “Xiao Ci—”

“It’s fine. What they do no longer concerns me.” Rong Ci handed the phone back: “I’ve asked Feng Tingshen for a divorce.”

“What?!”

Chu Zilang was stunned: “You—you initiated the divorce?!”

“Mm.”

Chu Zilang had never really disliked Feng Tingshen before.

On the contrary, she had once admired him deeply, even harbored a crush on him.

It wasn’t for any other reason—he was simply too outstanding.

Rong Ci skipped three grades and graduated from China’s top university before turning eighteen, then quickly founded her own tech company and secured several patents—enough to seem miraculous in Chu Zilang’s eyes.

But Feng Tingshen was said to have graduated from university at thirteen.

Soon after graduating, he went abroad for further study.

It was said that when he returned from overseas, he already owned several companies—all publicly listed.

And at that time, Feng Tingshen was still under twenty!

His companies spanned technology, pharmaceuticals, entertainment, and tourism.

In the following years, while founding new companies, he also took over the Feng Group.

In recent years, he effortlessly elevated the Feng Group to new heights.

Who in their circle didn’t raise a thumb when speaking of Feng Tingshen?

Moreover, Feng Tingshen’s appearance was exceptionally striking.

So it wasn’t strange to Chu Zilang that Rong Ci, a genius, had fallen for Feng Tingshen, another genius.

But Feng Tingshen could be utterly cruel to those he didn’t care for.

Thinking of how Feng Tingshen had misunderstood Rong Ci all these years, squandering her sincere love, she completely lost all admiration for him.

Chu Zilang had always seen how deeply Rong Ci loved Feng Tingshen.

Over the years, she had urged Rong Ci to divorce him more than once.

But Rong Ci had always silently shaken her head.

So she had never imagined Rong Ci would actually initiate the divorce.

She lost her appetite, gazing at Rong Ci with pity: “What happened?”

For Rong Ci, who had steadfastly loved Feng Tingshen, to suddenly seek divorce—she knew something unknown must have occurred.

Rong Ci thought for a moment and said: “It’s not really anything major—just that disappointment had piled up until I suddenly felt tired and wanted a divorce.”

Chu Zilang understood Rong Ci’s nature; she knew that once Rong Ci made a decision, even if she hadn’t fully let go of Feng Tingshen yet, she wouldn’t easily change it.

She was serious.

Chu Zilang went over and hugged Rong Ci: “It’s fine—divorcing is better.”

Rong Ci: “Mm.”

After breakfast, Rong Ci left Chu Zilang’s residence and went to work.

Before she moved out, though she and Feng Tingshen worked at the same place, they always left at different times and never arrived together.

Besides, he guarded against her tightly; sometimes they wouldn’t even cross paths for a whole month at work.

Now that she’d moved out, she’d run into him twice in a row.

Today, Feng Tingshen looked as tall, handsome, and composed as ever—and just as before, his coldness grew more pronounced each time he saw her.

As yesterday, Feng Tingshen merely glanced at her, then looked away.

Rong Ci lowered her eyes, softly said “Director Feng,” as she had yesterday, and only stepped into the company after he had walked far away.

She didn’t know if Lin Wu had come to work today, nor did she care—she focused silently on her own tasks.

At noon, her grandmother called her.

“Xiao Ci, they sent a lamb from City X—it’s getting colder now. Come home for dinner tonight; I’ll have them prepare a whole lamb feast for you.”

Hearing the grandmother’s warm voice, Rong Ci’s heart warmed: “Okay, I’ll come home right after work.”

Aside from the morning, Rong Ci didn’t encounter Feng Tingshen again that day.

That evening, as she finished packing to leave on time, Cheng Yuan delivered a document to her, asking her to handle it urgently.

Rong Ci paused.

Though he said it was urgent, she glanced at the content and knew the document wasn’t actually time-sensitive.

In the past, she would have smiled and accepted it, promising to finish it quickly.

Because she didn’t want to stand out.

But today, she no longer sought perfection—especially when it involved Feng Tingshen.

And she was tired.

Now, she only wanted to go home early and keep her grandmother company; she didn’t want to work overtime.

In the past, she had always tried to get along well with Feng Tingshen’s personal secretaries.

But now, it was unnecessary.

Besides, Cheng Yuan had unjustly accused her yesterday—she didn’t have that much grace to pretend nothing had happened.

She looked at Cheng Yuan coolly: “I won’t do this work now. I’m leaving for the day.”