Chapter 892: Who Is Actually Lying

As Wan'er spoke, she actually opened her bag—ID card, household register, photocopies of the ID and household register, and she had also prepared several passport photos of both of them.

Jian Yining:...

He hadn't expected his wife to be so well-prepared; he had actually felt a bit of regret, but now that he felt regret, there was no way to say it, so he simply said, "Let's go."

The children were left at home, taken care of by the nanny.

As she walked out, Wan'er thought to herself, "Why aren't they crying yet?"

If the children suddenly started crying and making a fuss at this moment, she would have a logical reason to go back and check on them, and then, seeing the children's cute little faces, her husband might just apologize to her and admit his mistake...

Unfortunately, upstairs it was quiet, without a single sound.

The children were sleeping soundly.

The two of them went out and got into the car; upon arriving at the Civil Affairs Bureau, they saw that there weren't many people getting divorced, but there were quite a few people getting married across the way.

The expressions on the faces of the people on both sides were completely different; those across the way were full of joy, while the atmosphere at this window was very heavy.

"Number 6."

It was their turn; they went to the window and handed over their documents. The girl inside the window glanced at them coldly and asked in a businesslike tone, "Why do you want to divorce?"

"Incompatible personalities."

"Incompatible personalities."

The two of them spoke in unison.

The young girl flipped through the documents and then asked, "Have the assets and children been allocated?"

No.

The two of them had prepared everything else, but they hadn't prepared a Divorce Agreement; everything had been discussed verbally.

"Fill these out."

The staff member tossed over two copies of a Divorce Agreement and told them to fill them out.

Wan'er: "I don't want the family assets, I only want the children."

Jian Yining: "The children are too young; without enough assets to support them, you and the children will suffer. Listen to me, both the family assets and the children will go to you."

Wan'er: "If you give me all the equity, I won't know how to manage the company anyway."

Tianma was co-founded by Shi Youxuan and Jian Yining, and for many years the equity had been split fifty-fifty, but Shi Youxuan had never participated in the management.

Therefore, if Jian Yining's shares were handed over to Jin Wan'er, it meant that she would be the actual manager of Tianma in the future.

Just like her sister Shi Youxuan, she was completely clueless about company management!

Jian Yining: "I've already thought this through for you. If you agree, I will work for you, and you will pay me a salary. If you don't want to see me anymore, I will ask Hanyu Ge to help manage it for a period of time until you've learned enough, and then I'll hand it over to you."

Wan'er: "You come work for me."

Jian Yining: "Okay."

And so, the matter was settled just like that.

*Swish, swish, swish*—they filled them out and handed them back.

The staff member had seen many couples getting divorced, but rarely were there any who filled out the agreement on the spot and were so friendly about the division of assets.

"You two have decided for sure?"

"Decided for sure."

The staff member took two divorce certificates, pasted their photos on them, printed them, and then—*thud, thud*—stamped them.

Then, one for each: "Go on, Number 7."

The two of them held their dark red divorce certificates, neither of them leaving the window.

It felt somewhat unreal; was it really over just like that?

Wasn't there supposed to be a mediation step?

Even if there wasn't mediation, couldn't you have asked one more time if they wanted to reconsider?

They hadn't asked anything; the "efficiency" was quite high.

But for this kind of thing, what was the use of such high "efficiency"!

The people behind them grew impatient: "Hey, you two are done divorcing, hurry up and leave; we're still waiting to get divorced."

The two of them walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, both feeling a bit dejected.

Wan'er didn't know why things had turned out this way; when she had lost all hope for the marriage, Jian Yining had dragged it out and refused to divorce!

He had used every method possible to avoid divorce.

When she no longer wanted to divorce and was prepared to go home and live a good life with him, he had suddenly let go.

Jian Yining didn't feel good inside either.

He couldn't describe the feeling, but it just didn't feel good at all.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the Villa."

Wan'er's heart sank; that woman was already dead, and he still wanted to live in the Villa—was it because he really loved her?

In fact, Jian Yining was going to the Villa simply because he had nowhere else to go.

He had left all his assets to Wan'er, but Wan'er had refused to take that Villa; she found it disgusting because Huang Qin had lived there.

Jian Yining returned to the Villa.

The glass had already been reinstalled by workers, and the room had been cleaned up, but a few pieces of furniture were missing, making the room look very empty.

The few missing pieces of furniture were the ones that had been smashed last time.

He opened the refrigerator; it was stocked with food and drink, enough that he wouldn't starve even if he didn't go out for a month.

But he didn't want to eat anything; he had no appetite.

He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, his mind a chaotic mess.

Since he couldn't stay in bed, he simply got up and ran frantically on the treadmill, sweating profusely.

After working up a sweat, his mind cleared a little.

The divorce was finalized, but life had to go on; he planned to sell the Villa, go to a place where no one could find him, and start over.

This place was not very auspicious; it seemed that none of the women who had lived here had met a good end!

His older sister had lived here and suffered a great deal.

Xuanxuan had lived here; she had suffered even more, but relying on her solid skills and optimistic personality, she eventually made a comeback and could now be considered a winner in life.

Shi Yuke had also lived here; although she now had a happy family, she had become a fool.

Finally, Huang Qin lived here, but she didn't even have a chance to turn things around!

"Ring—"

The phone rang.

It was the Secretary calling: "General Manager, it's bad, Miss Huang's father has come looking for her and is causing a scene in front of the company; how would you like to handle it?"

Jian Yining didn't even think about it and said directly: "Call the police, that person is a fake."

Huang Qin's father was already dead, so where could this father have come from?

The Secretary called the police, but Huang Qin's father was not a fake!

He was the real deal, genuine and authentic.

They were indeed father and daughter; the police checked the household registration and ID cards, and neither were fake, so naturally, he could not be treated as a swindler.

Jian Yining went to the police station to pick the man up in person.

Father Huang looked very much like Huang Qin; although his face bore the marks of time, one could tell at a glance that they were father and daughter.

"You are Jian Yining?" Father Huang looked him up and down, his eyes full of calculation. "Yes, I am Jian Yining."

"Give me back my daughter, give me back my daughter, you heartless man, you deceived my daughter's feelings..." Father Huang suddenly lost control of his emotions, grabbing him and refusing to let go.

The police hurriedly pulled the two apart: "Sir, please don't be agitated; the dead cannot return to life. No matter how much of a scene you make, your daughter won't come back. I suggest you find a quiet place to sit down calmly and discuss the compensation issue properly."

Hearing the word "compensation," Father Huang immediately calmed down.

As if nothing had happened, he said: "Fine, I'll listen to the police officer."

"Jian Yining, let me tell you, I only have this one precious daughter, whom I raised as if she were a son. Now that my daughter is gone, I am an old man burying his child, so you must be responsible for the rest of my life."