Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 642: Tear Up the Agreement...
Ji Wei stared at those few words for a full five seconds, her mind suddenly exploding.
The entire world seemed to lose its color and sound in an instant, transforming into a black-and-white silent film.
She forced herself to take deep breaths to remain calm, but her hands trembling violently as she flipped the pages, her gaze finally fixed on Mo Qian’s signature.
His handwriting was elegant and carefree, exceedingly beautiful.
It was identical to the countless documents he had signed—it was undoubtedly written by his own hand.
He... had just agreed to divorce her by mutual consent, just like that.
Why?
This behavior was too abnormal, too unreal.
Divorce was not child’s play, and Mo Qian was a steady and rational person. He surely understood what divorce meant for both of them. He had been so expectant of the arrival of their baby.
Why would he still do this?
Could it be that he knew she had been reborn, that the Ji Wei he loved had already died?
Countless thoughts flashed through Ji Wei’s mind, but she couldn’t grasp any clarity.
"Ji Wei, Old Mo must have had his brains kicked by a donkey! Just act as if this agreement doesn’t exist. Once I fly to Britain, I’ll make sure to teach him a brutal lesson for you!"
Xi Nanfeng, seeing her bloodless face, clenched his fists in righteous indignation.
Ji Wei fought hard to keep the tears in her eyes from falling, nodding as she replied softly with a trembling voice, "You’re right, I’ve seen no divorce agreement at all."
Rip—
As soon as the words left her mouth, Ji Wei forcefully tore the document into pieces, into quarters...
The torn fragments fluttered down from her hands, scattering all over the floor.
Xi Nanfeng was rendered speechless at the sight.
Ji Wei held back all her tears, then lifted her reddened eyes to look at Xi Nanfeng and said, "Second Young Master, my luggage is packed. When can we leave?"
"..." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
Xi Nanfeng found his throat dry and could not utter a single word.
Receiving the divorce agreement, Ji Wei’s heart must be bleeding, yet she never once allowed her tears to fall.
This kind of strong façade made Xi Nanfeng’s chest feel as though it was stifled by a boulder, and he couldn’t stop himself from cursing inwardly:
Old Mo, you’re a goddamn bastard!
...
"Dear passengers, this flight is about to arrive at London International Airport. Thank you very much for choosing this flight..."
Ji Wei rubbed her groggy eyes and opened them.
After more than ten hours of flying, her entire body was sore and exhausted, but fortunately, the baby in her belly had been well-behaved and showed no signs of discomfort.
She pulled up the window shade, looking out of the cabin.
From high above, the buildings of London appeared tiny, and amidst the dense houses, the Thames River flowed gently like a silver ribbon.
London—she was here after all.
Xi Nanfeng had already contacted a driver in advance, and as soon as they stepped out of the airport terminal, they got into a black sedan.
The car sped along the road.
Xi Nanfeng occasionally exchanged words in English with the driver, while Ji Wei silently turned her head to gaze out the window. The foreign street scenes rushed past her view, her expression deep and vacant.
The sedan eventually came to a halt in front of a castle-like building, grand and imposing. This was one of Gu Zhizhou’s estates in Britain—Aifei Manor.
The British butler within the manor had been waiting for them long in advance.
The butler, familiar with Xi Nanfeng, greeted him warmly with a handshake and took the yellow leather suitcase from his hand, handing it to the servant behind him.
Xi Nanfeng introduced Ji Wei to the butler in English.
Upon learning Ji Wei’s identity, the butler stepped forward with a smile, placed one hand over his chest, and bowed deeply to her, "Madam, welcome. I am the butler of this manor, Tom. On behalf of all the staff at Aifei Manor, I welcome your arrival."
