Xia Xing once again offered his business card to Nan Yu, politely but distantly saying, "Miss Nan, if there's anything important during this period, you can contact me."
Nan Yu glanced at the card and said coldly, "No need."
She casually threw the marriage certificate and the divorce agreement into her bag.
"Go back and tell your President Huo that in three months, we'll meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau, punctually."
After saying this, she walked away with large strides.
Xia Xing watched Nan Yu's carefree departure with some surprise.
This Miss Nan wasn't quite like the rumors had it; he had thought she would cling on desperately, but it turned out to be so easy to settle.
He hoped that she'd also be this easy-going for the next three months.
No sooner had Nan Yu stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau than she saw a familiar car parked there.
As soon as she approached, the car window came down, revealing Sheng Ruomei's haughty face.
"Got the marriage certificate?"
Nan Yu showed her the certificate, "As agreed, I'm now married to him."
Snatching the marriage certificate, Sheng Ruomei confirmed it was authentic, and only then did she reveal a satisfied smile, "Xiao Wang, throw that pile of trash down."
Driver Xiao Wang immediately got out of the driver's seat and tossed the suitcase in front of her.
Nan Yu recognized it as her own suitcase at a glance, her complexion drastically changing.
"Mom, what do you mean by this?"
Sheng Ruomei's demeanor was condescending, her words sharp and sarcastic, "Nan Yu, you're married now, you belong to the Huo Family. A daughter who is married off is like water spilled out — you have little to do with us now."
A trace of scorn tinted the depths of Nan Yu's eyes, "You're in such a rush to get rid of me?"
Sheng Ruomei's eyes showed disgust as she sneered, "Mind your words — it's not driving you away, it's telling you to roll!"
That sentence hit Nan Yu hard, her heart ached, and her face turned pale.
"Xiao Wang, drive."
The next second, the car sped off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.
Regaining her senses, Nan Yu looked at her belongings scattered on the ground, the sorrow and despair in her eyes difficult to conceal.
Eventually, she knelt down, her hands trembling slightly as she picked up the clothes one by one and slowly stuffed them back into the suitcase.
Meanwhile, inside the luxury car, receiving a call from Nan Luzhi, Sheng Ruomei laughed wildly with abandon!
"Is it done?"
Looking at the marriage certificate in her hand and remembering Nan Yu's desolate figure, Sheng Ruomei spoke with smug satisfaction, "Rest assured, that wretch won't come back to our home ever again. This marriage won't affect Qingqing's future."
Upon hearing this, Nan Luzhi spoke cheerfully, "The main house has just taken away Qingqing. They probably haven't realized the fact that it's Qingqing who's fake and Nan Yu is their real biological daughter."
Sheng Ruomei continued, "Given the temperament of that lunatic of the Huo Family, Nan Yu won't live longer than three months. Once she's dead, her shares will automatically return to us and this marriage will no longer be mentioned. No one will ever know about Qingqing taking her place!"
Nan Luzhi's eyes brimmed with greed, "Hmm, by that time, with Qingqing inheriting the Nan Group and taking us along, everything of the Nan Family will belong to our family of three."
The couple had it all figured out seamlessly.
Kept in the dark, Nan Yu, with nowhere to go, had no choice but to drag her suitcase to her best friend, Song Yingqing.
Who would've thought that she would be confronted with a barrage of questions?
"Xiao Yu, why wouldn't you tell me something as important as a flash marriage?"
Nan Yu was stunned.
Hadn't she also just picked up the certificate and hadn't had the chance to mention it yet?
"How did you know about this?"
A bad premonition flashed through Nan Yu's heart.
After all, she and that Mr. Huo had already agreed to a divorce. If something got out, how could she explain it?
Song Yingqing was a famous model, her red hair striking, the gorgeous face showing a mix of anger and underlying concern.
"Nan Qingqing posted on social media last night, announcing it to the whole A City. Now everyone knows about it; they're all betting on how long you will live!"
"Xiao Yu, do you know how peculiar and sadistic that cripple is? He has already killed several people, hasn't he?"
"As soon as I heard you were marrying such a person, I rushed back from City C overnight, only to still be a step too late."
Toward the end, her eyes reddened, and her voice was full of self-reproach.