sir, let's get a divorce

Chapter 14 The Little Three Came To Fight Wen Yan

"You, are you divorced?"

Jiang Chen seemed to suspect that he had heard it wrong, and after a while he said, "No, you were married?"

Wen Yan hummed.

On the matter of divorce, he became more and more frank.

Unlike her previous life, she was always ashamed to speak about divorce.

Jiang Chen was silent for a while.

"Mr. Jiang, thank you very much for your hospitality tonight."

Wen Yan suppressed the discomfort in his heart, tried his best to smile: "I won't cut the cake, if there is nothing else, I'll leave first."

She squeezed the editor-in-chief's invitation in her hand: "I will seriously consider this invitation."

Putting down the cake knife, she walked around to the other side and left the private room.

When I walked to the front desk, I stopped for a while and left half of the meal money.

"The remaining half will be paid by the gentleman inside," she said.

After leaving the store, she was completely relieved.

She was really scared just now.

Her current job is really not guaranteed.

It can almost be regarded as a one-way connection with Jiang Chen. If the quarrel with him is too ugly, there is no guarantee that he will not be put on little shoes.

The other side is a small matter, and it is not good if it affects the checkout.

Heaving a long breath, Wen Yan went home and took a hot bath. It was rare that he didn't stay up all night doing translation. He fell headlong on the bed and fell into a dark sleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was almost time for lunch.

She sat up, looking a little dazed.

In the nearly six years of marriage, she has never woken up from sleeping so late.

Not even with a cold and a fever...

After the divorce, in order to make a living, I never dared to sleep more than one day.

Afterwards, it became a habit.

Wen Yan thought about it, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

Once again, I feel sentimental.

After tidying up her emotions, she got up and went to the bathroom to fetch water to wash up.

I went downstairs to the breakfast shop and ordered a bowl of small wontons. After eating, I continued to translate.

Work tends to get boring.

It took Wen Yan almost half a month to finally translate all the manuscripts.

During this period of time, Jiang Chen did not contact her again.

She didn't know if she should take the initiative to contact someone...

After only a little hesitation, she made a decisive decision and spent a little time proofreading and sorting out all the manuscripts.

Then he sent a message to Jiang Chen, asking him about the submission of the manuscript.

The time pointer kept turning, but Jiang Chen never replied.

Wen Yan made a call after eight o'clock the next morning.

Naihe only beeped twice before being hung up by the person opposite.

Gritting her teeth, she simply found out the work mailbox of the editor-in-chief of Sheng Yi, and then went to a nearby place where she could use a computer to surf the Internet, organized the manuscript into an electronic version, and sent it to the other party's mailbox with the bank account number attached.

The experience in her previous life made her deeply understand the importance of money.

If you have money in your pocket, you will not panic.

The face can occasionally have more thickness.

No matter whether she ends up going to Shenghai or not, she needs to have some savings in order to be at ease.

As for whether the other party will still accept her translation, and whether they will settle the price according to the time, it can only be resigned to fate.

After all, she sent an email, and she did her best.

She is not a person who is too entangled. When the matter came to an end, she changed her clothes and planned to go downstairs to eat something.

But when I got downstairs, I found that the usual 24-hour breakfast shop closed early before lunch time.

"Is this place closed today?" Wen Yan walked over and asked.

The boss and her are old acquaintances. Hearing her question, he couldn't help but smiled and said: "Yes, I plan to go back to my hometown in a few days, and the business here will not be done for the time being."

"Don't do it? Are you going to close down in the future?"

The boss nodded: "The old people in the family are not young. They want to pick them up, but they are not happy. They insist that living in their hometown is more comfortable. What can children do, they can only follow along."

Although he was complaining, the smile on his face could not hide the happiness and satisfaction: "I discussed it with my wife. If I buy a house here in the capital, life will inevitably be tight in the future. It's better to go back to my hometown and buy a house." A bigger house is more comfortable to live in, and you can have some money left over for living expenses.”

"Nowadays, the housing prices in the capital are not too high. If you buy it now, you won't lose money after a few years..." Wen Yan reminded intentionally.

The boss said honestly: "Who can say what will happen in the future? It is more important to look after the immediate future! What's more, the house is real estate no matter how much its price rises, and it cannot be resold easily. Otherwise, the whole family, young and old, will sleep. It’s the main street. At that time, there will be no cash in hand, and it’s okay to live a tight life. After all, I can get through it. I’m afraid that something will happen to me. I’m afraid that something will happen to me. I’m going to sell the house until then. It may not be possible to make it in time..."

Wen Yan listened to his words and knew that he had made up his mind, so he didn't say anything more.

"This is also..."

She smiled and said, "It's just a pity. I still like your small wontons and vegetables mixed with sesame sauce. I don't know where to eat when your house is closed in the future."

"Hahaha, when I go back to my hometown, I will continue to open the store. If you have the opportunity to go to Hubei Province, I will treat you to eat!" The boss smiled heartily.

Wen Yan was polite, but he didn't take it seriously.

After talking nonsense with the boss, she went out to find another small restaurant for dinner.

"Wen Yan, do you still want to lose face!"

Wen Yan, who had just come out of dinner, walked downstairs when someone rushed up to him.

A gust of palm wind whizzed by, if she hadn't dodged back in time, this slap would have hit her in the face.

"What are you crazy about!"

Wen Yan looked at Luo Qiao, whose eyes were red and full of anger, and said sharply.

It was the lunch break time, many people heard the commotion and stretched their necks to look this way, wanting to hear what the commotion was about.

Luoqiao looked around from the corner of her eye, and the anger in her eyes instantly turned into grievances: "Sister Wen, I beg you, please stop pestering Professor Shang, okay? We were planning to get married, so you do this , really embarrassing us..."

What she said was specious.

As soon as everyone heard this, they immediately had the urge to condemn and scold Xiao San, and their angry eyes fell on Wen Yan one after another.

It is really Luo Qiao who said this, it is too easy to confuse the public.

Those who don't know, I'm afraid they will think that Wen Yan is the third party, disturbing their good marriage...

There are also people who are purely watching the show, and even make a fuss, for fear that the incident will not be big enough.

"Sister Wen, I beg you, I'm begging you on my knees..." Luoqiao's eyes kept flickering, and he said that he was aggrieved, but he actually stood firm.

Wen Yan sneered: "Then you are kneeling!"

Everyone gasped suddenly, feeling that the world is getting worse, and a mistress who destroys people's families is so rampant.

Someone stood up and criticized Wen Yan with righteous words: "Why do you make her kneel? Why are you shameless, destroying people's families and..."

"Because she and my ex-husband slept with each other during our marriage." Wen Yan said in a cold voice.

The man nearly choked on the words stuck in his throat.

"Didn't you destroy her family?"

"She ruined your family?"

After everyone figured out the relationship, their emotions exploded in an instant: "Then why do you still have the face to fight back?"

"I actually wanted to hit someone just now..."

An angry aunt pulled Luo Qiao away several meters away, angrily scolded: "You are young, but you have a thick skin. When you are a mistress, you feel superior. You run to show off in front of the original spouse. Your mother gave birth to you!" Did you put your face in your trouser pocket while you were there?"

(End of this chapter)