Xia Fanxing had no idea what Mu Hanchen was thinking.
He had wanted to divorce from the first day they were married.
She had tirelessly stood by for three years, yet she couldn't warm his heart, and now she took the initiative to propose divorce, to set him free.
What was there for him to hesitate about? Shouldn't he immediately agree and then turn around to marry the woman he had been pining for all this time?
Mu Hanchen looked at the wife he had been married to for three years.
She wasn't the kind of woman who dazzled at first glance, but she was sufficiently graceful and pleasing to the eye.
A head of black, lustrous hair was casually put up, with a few fine strands of fringe falling irregularly across her forehead, enhancing her quiet, moon-like demeanor.
This woman had stopped at nothing to be with him.
Now, she suddenly mentioned divorce, he was skeptical.
Remembering the hardship she had endured by his side over the years, he decided to give her another chance, "Divorce, are you serious?"
"Mm, serious," Xia Fanxing replied softly, her cool voice carrying a slight rasp.
She loved Mu Hanchen, and still did.
But Mu Hanchen didn't love her, not three years ago and not now.
Since his unrequited love had returned, she would set him free.
It was also a release for herself.
Yet such a simple statement seemed to infuriate Mu Hanchen.
The man's typically calm eyes suddenly surged with anger, "Xia Fanxing, well done, daring to actually bring up divorce with me, you..."
His words were cut off by the ringtone of the phone in his pocket.
Mu Hanchen answered the call with a dark expression, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, "Such a trivial matter you can't handle? What do I need you for? Notify all the executives immediately, I'll have a meeting when I get back."
After hanging up, he left home without looking back.
As for the matter of divorcing Xia Fanxing, he thought it was an impulsive act on her part, and she needed to cool down.
When she realized her mistake and apologized, then he would forgive her.
Xia Fanxing watched the man's retreating figure, took a deep breath, and then whispered, "Mu Hanchen, goodbye."
It was her final farewell.
Xia Fanxing had no sentimental attachment as she went back to her room to pack her luggage.
The closet was filled with endless luxury items.
Mu Hanchen was never stingy with her, giving her a variety of gifts every year, from bracelets worth hundreds of thousands to handbags worth millions, everything one could wish for.
None of which she liked.
Because these were not chosen by Mu Hanchen himself, they were all delegated to his secretary.
There was no sincerity, only prices that took one's breath away.
Perhaps Mu Hanchen thought she was a woman who coveted vanity, that a handbag worth a million or even more expensive jewelry could satisfy her.
But what he probably didn't realize was that these material things were never what she wanted; all she wanted was a heart that loved her.
So she took none of those things that did not belong to her.
In less than an hour, she had packed all her luggage.
She called a taxi online, which could take everything away.
The only place she could go after leaving the Mu Family was back to the Xia Family.
She had a lot of luggage, but the taxi driver was kind enough to help her deliver everything to her doorstep.
As she was about to open the door, she heard voices inside.
It was her parents, Xia Limin and Zhou Li.
Zhou Li, watching a harmonious family drama on TV, suddenly asked with a worried face, "Old man, do you think Mu Hanchen will really not want Xia Fanxing and divorce her?"
Xia Limin took a heavy drag of his cigarette, his eyes gleaming, "From Mu Hanchen's attitude towards Xia Fanxing yesterday, it seems that it's only a matter of time. It's all her fault for not being able to hold on to a man, she can't even bear a child."
"If only she thought about it, even if she does get a divorce, having a child means getting child support, and she'll be able to get a share of the property in the future. What a good deal. I've told her so many times, but she doesn't listen, this wretched girl makes me so angry!"
Hearing Xia Limin, Zhou Li became even more worried, "Then we should take advantage of the fact that Xia Fanxing and Mu Hanchen aren't divorced yet and try to get more money to prepare a dowry and a house for our son. I like the new villa in South City, it's just over ten million."
"That's right, and there's Xin Xin, she has her eye on a sports car that's about four or five million too. Altogether, we'll need over twenty million, which is nothing to the Mu Family."
Xia Limin thought she made sense, "You're right, if we wait until she's really divorced, asking for money will be difficult."
Xia Fanxing felt a sourness in her heart upon hearing this.
In their eyes, she was nothing more than an ATM for this household, not a single word of concern, not even a greeting.
They would only welcome her with smiles when she gave them money.
Now that she was about to divorce Mu Hanchen, they probably wouldn't even let her through the door.
Why should she demean herself?
Xia Fanxing blocked her parents' numbers, turned around and headed to the apartment she had purchased with her best friend.
Perhaps only Lin Yao would feel sorry for her.