Depois do Divórcio, Tornei-me um Comerciante Entre Dois Mundos

Qiantang City.

Evening.

A certain western restaurant.

By the window, a man and a woman sat together.

The man’s face was rough and unshaven, bearing the marks of hardship. Across from him sat a woman with cascading, voluminous curls. Her form-fitting pink dress accentuated her graceful curves, exuding undeniable allure.

“Lin Shan, sign the papers.”

The woman slid a divorce agreement across the table to Lin Shan. Lin Shan looked up at his wife, Zhang Wan, his voice tinged with pleading. “Honey, give me a little more time, please. Everything will get better.”

Zhang Wan’s almond eyes were icy, devoid of warmth. “Lin Shan, I’ve already given you plenty of time. We’ve been married for five years, living in an old neighborhood, driving a battered secondhand car. How many five-year spans does a life have? I can’t wait any longer. Do you know I’ve become a laughingstock among my friends?”

“So many pursued me in college—Chen Chu is already a department head, Sheng Teng’s company just secured its Series B funding. I chose you, but how did you repay me? In five years, not only did your career stagnate, you were laid off. How can you give our daughter and me a better life?”

“My friends aren’t as pretty as me, their figures aren’t as good, but their husbands are all far better than you. Lin Shan, we’re past the age of believing in love by ear. Now, we must face reality. I won’t let myself waste away any longer.”

With each word Zhang Wan spoke, Lin Shan’s head bowed lower.

The vows from their wedding still echoed in his