Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 237 Killing the Cuckoo (52)

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and the day that Yan Zhen and Fang Yi had agreed to get their divorce certificates arrived.

The two agreed to meet at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

In the morning, just before Yan Zhen was about to leave, he received a call from Qi Zhaoyi: "I'm downstairs at your place, I'll go with you to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Yan Zhen asked in surprise, "You went back to Ningcheng?"

Qi Zhaoyi has been busy preparing to film a documentary in another city recently, and the two haven't seen each other for more than half a month.

"I just came back to take care of some things."

Yan Zhen went downstairs and, sure enough, saw Qi Zhaoyi's usual G-Class parked not far away. She walked over, opened the passenger door, and got in.

Upon seeing Qi Zhaoyi, she paused for a moment, then looked him up and down: "Haven't seen you for half a month, have you gained weight?"

"To be precise, it's been 21 days since we last met," Qi Zhaoyi emphasized. "I have gained a little weight. I've been working out. I used to weigh 60 kilograms, and now I weigh 65."

"With your height, you need to grow to at least 80 kilograms to be considered a suitable weight."

Qi Zhaoyi is nearly 190 cm tall and weighs 130 catties, yet she still looks quite slender.

Yan Zhen sat up and fastened his seatbelt while saying, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I could have asked Xiao Qiu to make some cookies for you to take with you."

Qi Zhaoyi has allergies, so there are many things she can't eat at restaurants.

In addition, he doesn't have a strong appetite and doesn't have the habit of bringing a nanny with him. When he gets busy with work, he just eats some simple meals made of coarse grains to get by.

Therefore, whenever he returned to Ningcheng during a break from work, Yan Zhen would ask Wang Jinqiu to make some cookies and cakes that he could eat, so that he could pack them up and take them with him.

"I decided to come back at the last minute, and I arrived at six o'clock in the morning," Qi Zhaoyi said.

It's only 7:30 now.

"Then you should go home and get some rest."

"It's okay, I'm not tired." Qi Zhaoyi stepped on the gas and drove the car out of the residential area.

When they arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, the staff hadn't started work yet, so the two went to a nearby breakfast shop for breakfast.

The breakfast shop had a wide variety of options. Yan Zhen carefully asked the shop owner about the ingredients in the buns, making sure there were none that Qi Zhaoyi was allergic to, before ordering.

After ordering, Yan Zhen looked up and saw Qi Zhaoyi sitting across the table, smiling at her with obvious pleasure in his eyes and brows.

Yan Zhen rinsed the tableware with boiling water, poured a glass of water, and pushed it in front of him: "What kind of look is that?"

"I'm so touched." Qi Zhaoyi said frankly, "You're the only person who can remember all the things I'm allergic to so completely."

“There’s also Xiao Qiu from our studio,” Yan Zhen said. “Those cookies and cakes you’ve been eating were all made by her.”

Qi Zhaoyi couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, and her too."

Breakfast was served, and the two chatted as they ate.

Qi Zhaoyi talked about the documentary he was preparing to shoot: "It's about wives of gay men. We've already contacted women who are willing to appear on camera, ranging from twenty-five to seventy years old, covering every age group."

Yan Zhen paused, his hand holding the chopsticks still: "Why did you think of filming this subject?"

Homosexuality is a sensitive topic, and the number of people in this group is quite large.

Exposing and presenting the plight of wives of gay men in the form of a documentary will inevitably offend some people. If the scope is not handled well, it may be attacked by the masses.

As a director with both fame and representative works, from a profit perspective, he really doesn't need to take such a risk.

Qi Zhaoyi thought for a moment and said, "Having witnessed your difficult divorce process after being tricked into marriage, I feel I should do something. Even if only a small number of girls can avoid being tricked into becoming wives of gay men because of this film, then everything I've done will be meaningful."

Yan Zhen's heart stirred slightly, and he silently added a label to Qi Zhaoyi in his mind: socially responsible.

After breakfast, Yan Zhen walked back to the Civil Affairs Bureau alone, where Fang Yihe had already arrived.

He was wearing a mask and hat, fully armed in the sweltering heat. His eyes, visible through the mask, were filled with exhaustion, a far cry from his usual spirited self.

Yan Zhen knew that he hadn't been doing well lately. Ever since Li Tingyi released their private video, he had been relentlessly pursuing Fang Yihe like a madman.

Every now and then, he would post intimate photos of the two of them leaning against each other, or screenshots of their chat history, using this method to vent his dissatisfaction and malice.

Yan Zhen watched the whole process and couldn't help but sigh. People always associate words like "tearing each other apart," "hair-pulling," and "street swearing" with women, as if only women would tear off their masks and fight after a relationship breaks down.

Little did they know that when men break down their defenses, their methods of tearing each other apart are just as formidable.

The process of obtaining the divorce certificate went smoothly. After completing the formalities and leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Yan Zhen felt that the sunshine above her head was much brighter.

The property division process between the two has been completed, and from today onwards, she and Fang Yihe will only have the relationship of "former couple".

A warm sensation came from his wrist. Yan Zhen rolled up his sleeve and glanced at it, which showed that Li Tingyi and Fang Yihe's wounds had healed.

She was about to leave when Fang Yi called her back.

"Little Li."

Yan Zhen paused and turned to look at him.

Fang Yihe took off his mask. He had lost a lot of weight, and his cheeks were deeply sunken, making him look more than ten years older.

“…I’m sorry,” Fang Yi said with difficulty.

Since breaking up with Li Tingyi six months ago, his once near-perfect life has begun to collapse. He experienced his mother's accident, Li Tingyi's outburst exposing their relationship, and her vicious attacks on him on public platforms. He lost his job, his reputation was ruined, and people around him pointed fingers at him. Now he even has to keep his head down when entering and leaving his residential compound.

He suddenly realized that the person most hurt in this matter was his ex-wife, and the only one who had never mocked him, never kicked him when he was down, and never said a harsh word to him even after they got divorced was still his ex-wife.

He almost ruined this gentle woman.

He owes her an apology, both morally and logically.

Yan Zhen's expression was indifferent: "Okay, I understand."

Her reaction surprised Fang Yihe: "You...forgive me?"

Yan Zhen smiled and said, "I won't forgive you, but if apologizing makes you feel better, you can say a few more words."

Fang Yihe: "..."

"Take care." After saying this, Yan Zhen turned and left without lingering.

She did not believe that Fang Yihe's apology stemmed from a "sudden awakening" or "conscience," but rather that he was forced by circumstances to recognize reality.

That apology seemed more like a last-ditch effort to save face for himself.

In his previous life, Gao Li did nothing wrong, yet he was exploited to the bone, drained of his last bit of value.

Even as she died filled with resentment, Fang Yihe showed her no pity or remorse whatsoever.

When those who benefit from the system look down on the oppressed, they don't empathize with their plight; they only feel that they haven't gotten enough.

Fang Yihe is essentially a selfish and greedy person.

This kind of person doesn't deserve forgiveness.