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"Yes, sir, we went upstairs to see it later. It seems that the wife took away her calligraphy and paintings without anything..." A Xiang stood behind and nodded hurriedly.

Ji Chongjun didn't react, and after they finished speaking, he turned his head and said lightly, "You haven't eaten lunch yet?"

"Ah...yes, I'm about to do..." Wu Ma said, she hurriedly hid the small half of the beans behind her back, just now she was in a hurry, and she walked out without taking care of cleaning up, and then explained, "Mrs. Now, we didn't know when to eat, so it was delayed..."

Ji Chongjun nodded, "Then let's do it first." After speaking, he turned around and walked upstairs.

Wu Ma looked at his back, and A Xiang looked at each other, his wife ran away from home, and his husband was too calm.

But if it was really calm, why would you come back at noon? have worked here for so many years, but have never seen Mr. Ji come back at noon...

Ji Chongjun walked upstairs and opened the door of the studio.

There used to be a lot of things inside the door, long tables, wooden chairs, vases, statues, drawing papers, paints, books, all kinds of things, but now only an open space has been cleared. The easels that were propped up by the window were also gone, and the contents of the paintings on them seemed to be still in front of me, but they were all gone now.

The windows were open, the sunlight diffused, and as far as the eye could see, it was empty.

Ji Chongjun stopped at the door for a moment, but never entered. He has entered this room more than once, but often at night, often under the lights. He looked at the things he had never touched, looked at the paintings she drew stroke by stroke, like an intruder who did not reveal a trace, with caution and exploration, Point by point measuring her world.

But at the end of the investigation, dare not enter.

At that time, it was unfamiliar here, but didn't expect that when all the unfamiliar people thought were emptied, it was even more unfamiliar in exchange.

Ji Chongjun's eyes changed, but instead, he just turned around gently, and gently opened the door again.

Walking to the bottom of the corridor, it was their bedroom, but the pace slowed down for some time. Twisted the handle and pushed open the bedroom door. The room was full of sunlight, but silent.

His eyes swept across the room, and the man had already walked to the cloakroom.

The cloakroom is very spacious, and at a glance, rows of clothes are hung neatly, and all the shoes and hats are placed as usual.

Looking at the dressing table on the side, the cosmetics are all there, and the accessories in the drawer are not moving.

All things have no trace of being passive.

There was also a safe in the cabinet, Ji Chongjun walked to him, hesitated for a moment, but dialed the number.

1027, her birthday, he told her the password at the beginning.

"Click", the safe opened.

She had never changed even a password.

There are three floors in total, and they are full of her boxes, all of which are her jewelry. Ji Chongjun opened a few, and the contents were all there, and he never took them away. Putting them away one by one, he took out another one, but when he saw the pattern on it, he had a momentary stagnation.

This box is very familiar...

This box was still in his hands two days ago...

Opening it up, it turned out to be the pink diamond necklace.

Ji Chongjun looked at it for a long time, but put it in, and picked up a small box next to it.

Just waiting for this to open, his jaw moved, and the indifferent expression could no longer hold.

All emotions seemed to come suddenly, and all restraint instantly collapsed.

It was a ring, the one they wore when they got married.

Ji Chongjun didn't know how long he looked at it, but in the end he put it back where it was, and his expression returned to calm again, but it was more silent than before.

When his eyes fell on the bag in the uppermost layer, there was no more waves on his face.

There was a card in that transparent bag, a card specially prepared for her. If there is enough money in it, she will also transfer an amount at a fixed time every month. This is her treatment as Mrs. Ji...

Ji Chongjun touched the firm-hard texture, and finally knew that Cheng Ji'an really did what they said, she didn't take anything with her except her own calligraphy and painting...

The phone rang suddenly.

Ji Chongjun looked at the caller ID for a while before picking it up slowly, "Hello."

I don't know what was said over there, Ji Chongjun listened quietly, and finally responded - "Okay, I'll come right away."

...

The car quickly drove out of the Cuihu Villa, and the man in the car became the deep and reserved Ji Chongjun again.

...

Ji Mingqiu in the north of the city, Ji Mingqiu was scolding, "What a nonsense, if you say divorce, you will get a divorce. What can't you do! You are planning to hide it from me! If I hadn't gotten the news, would you be planning to hide it to the end!"

The head of the Ji family in the early years, although sitting in a wheelchair and showing his old appearance, his majesty is still there, even though he is far apart, he can still feel the arrogance of the superior. That is the result of the fighting on the battlefield and the ups and downs in the shopping mall.

However, Ji Chongjun was indifferent and just let him speak.

He was not surprised that the old man knew that he had made a divorce agreement so quickly. Although the old man had already relegated to the second line, the influence was still there. His divorce was so big, how could those people dare not know him.

Seeing that the scolding for a long time was useless, Mr. Ji stopped, staring at Ji Chongjun, but his eyes were still dissatisfied and sharp, "Even if you can't make it any longer, why do you need a divorce? You just hang on to it, what can she do to you! Who are you going to marry when you leave her? Those women outside are fine, but how many of them are qualified to enter my Ji family?

Although the girl from the Cheng family can't make it to the top, at least she is safe!

——In his eyes, it was naturally his Ji family who filed for divorce.

Ji Chongjun did not explain, but simply replied: "I will be the first to tell you when the time comes."

Mr. Ji was stunned for a while, but when he realized what he meant, his expression changed. The remarks just now seemed to be scolding, but they were actually beating and testing.

He knew very well his grandson's disposition. If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't file for divorce first. As for "necessity", what else could he do other than make room for other women? I just didn't expect him to admit it so easily.

He wanted to ask who that woman was, but Ji Chongjun sat in the chair and kept his mouth shut.

Mr. Ji squinted his eyes, but he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He was old, and many things were beyond his control.

No longer entangled, just leaned back on the chair, "Forget it, I can't control you anymore, I just hope that I can hug my great-grandson in my lifetime, so that even if I die, I can rest my eyes!"

He didn't know how many times he asked in the past two years, but he just said that it was still early and he was not in a hurry.

Don't worry, don't worry, he doesn't know how long he can live, how can he not worry.

Now he is only looking forward to the Ji family's success.

When closed eyes, the tiredness on face became more obvious.

"If it's all right, I'll go back first, there is a meeting in the afternoon." Ji Chongjun stood up.

"Yeah." Mr. Ji didn't hold back. When he thought of something when he passed by his side, he said again, "Although you have left the girl from the Cheng family, don't treat her badly. Anyway, my life is her grandfather's. Help, don't let people gossip..."

Ji Chongjun paused, but quickly turned and walked away.

What appeared in front of her eyes was the ring, the ring she had worn for two years and finally left behind.

...

Ji Chongjun quickly walked out the door, and when his figure disappeared, Mr. Ji opened his eyes again.

He summoned the people around him and said slowly, "Pay more attention to the women around him these days..."

As long as many things are not out of the ordinary, he can turn a blind eye, but in this case, he still can't completely let go.

The lessons from the past are still in sight.

...

On the bus, Cheng Ji'an picked up the phone.

"Teacher, I should be there soon... Well, no, no, I can find it myself... OK, see you later."

Hanging up the phone, Cheng Ji'an sighed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Two months ago, in front of the library in the city center, she accidentally met the art teacher who taught her in college. She was her mentor, who not only taught her a lot of professional knowledge, but also taught her countless life problems. So when she saw the elderly man standing in front of the bus stop, she immediately got out of the car and walked towards him.

He was her mentor, and she was also his proud disciple. After two years of absence, they met by chance in a foreign country. They were both excited and had countless things to say.

Naturally, he had already heard the news of her marrying into a wealthy family, but he still felt sorry for her. She has a very high talent. Can you hold back that kindness? Even if you have more than your heart, I am afraid that you are not enough.

However, in the recent inquiries, he also felt the frustration between her brows, so when he was parting, he also said that if he has time in the future, he can come to see him. He returned from the original city to the hometown where he was born. , although no longer imparting knowledge, but also started a new job, which greatly needed her help.

Saying that he needs help, except that his manpower is really short, the other is just to let her get rid of it. The wealthy life is not easy to live, how can he not understand.

At that time, he was being invited to go to the art museum, and she was also going to the banquet. The time to talk along the way was only pitiful, but she remembered every word she said.

And last night, when she thought about leaving Ji's house one day, she dialed the teacher's number.

She said, teacher, do you still need help? I'm free now.

She can do what she can do.

Outside the window, the traffic was still passing by, Cheng Ji'an looked at it, and couldn't help but see another haze in his eyes.

At first, she also thought about where to go after leaving Ji's house. She also wanted to go home after divorce like everyone else, but in the end she didn't dare. She hadn't made up her mind to tell them, and wasn't brave enough to face the stormy waves that might cause. All she can do is find a place to live and live her life step by step. Maybe one day they'll know, but it won't be so unsafe.

This city is very big, with a huge sea of ​​people, tens of millions of people, and although she stayed here, those people were all on the high floor, and it was not so coincidental that they met her.

As for the house left to her, maybe she will go back, maybe she will never go back.

She doesn't need to worry about the people in the house. In the divorce agreement, the Ji family will continue to bear the salaries of those people until she no longer needs them.

...

The bus stopped on the platform again, and the purpose was here. People got off one after another, and Cheng Ji'an followed suit with his luggage.

Going forward, Huadu Museum is right in front of you, walking backwards into an alley, but a person is standing at the entrance of the alley.

He is in good spirits, but his hair is pale and his clothes are simple, but his eyes are full of respectable integrity and peace. He seemed to be waiting for someone, and looked at the street from time to time.

Cheng Ji'an walked behind him and called softly, "Teacher."

The man turned around, but surprise flashed in his eyes.

The last time we saw her, she was sitting in a luxury car, dressed in gorgeous clothes. Although her appearance had not changed, her gestures had changed, and she was graceful and dignified.

This time, she just came on foot, dragging two luggage.

Cheng Ji'an looked at the stunned teacher, but just smiled lightly, "Teacher, I'm divorced."

As for how their divorce should be dealt with by the old man, she thought Ji Chongjun could always handle it.

Moreover, Mr. Ji chose her as his granddaughter-in-law only because of his life-saving grace in the past. She was only dipped in the light of her ancestors. As for her, how much favor did he give her?

The reality is always cruel, but some people see it clearly, and some people don't believe it.

...

Cheng Ji'an didn't have many things, mainly some books and paintings, just because he had to clean up, it was inevitable that he had been busy for two days.

The divorce she proposed was naturally her leaving, and it should have been her leaving.

Looking at the empty studio, Cheng Ji'an's eyes flashed with confusion. This is where she stayed for two years. She arranged it little by little, filled it little by little, and then emptied it little by little. But all she can do is to erase the traces of her use, and then return it to Zhao as completely as possible.

The servants below were surprised by her busy schedule these days. Some people asked, but Cheng Ji'an just smiled and shook her head.

She never wanted to say more, and when the time came, they would know everything.

In these two days, Ji Chongjun never appeared.

On the third day, when she looked at the packed salute and wondered if she should leave first, she finally got a call.

"Hello ma'am, I wonder if you are free today. Mr. Ji asked me to draw up a divorce agreement for you to look at..."

Meng Dezhao, Ji Chongjun's lawyer, also handled the prenuptial agreement when he got married.

At that time, Ji Chongjun also did not appear.

...

Lawyer Meng arrived soon, a man in his early thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, dressed meticulously, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were hard to see, gentle and elite.

Although Cheng Ji'an had only dealt with him once, he knew his business style was concise and clear. After a brief greeting, he invited him to a seat and waited for him to speak.

Meng Zhaode really didn't say much. He took out a stack of documents from the file bag on the side, put them on the table, and pushed them over, "Madam, please take a look."

Cheng Ji'an looked at the thick divorce agreement on the table, but she was a little stunned. She originally thought that the divorce would be easy, with a few sheets of paper at most, but she didn't expect that there would be so many. Even more than her prenup.

She wanted to pick it up and take a look, but she was a little stunned. There was no doubt that the divorce agreement was at the top, but there were other documents below, and the top one was a "detail of assets".

She also understands that the prenuptial agreement has listed the components of the assets that she can get if divorced, and now these "asset details" should be the specific proof of those components.

Thinking about it, she opened the divorce agreement again. A few thin sheets of paper, you should be able to sign after reading it.

It's just that I haven't read a page yet, but I'm still stunned. At the bottom of the first page, the part that she can share after the divorce, the first is the division of the common property of nearly 30 million yuan.

The prenup did say something about the division of community property in the event of a divorce, but she never thought there would be so much. The agreement had too many constraints and restrictions, almost harsh, and she signed it at the time, firstly, she never thought about it, and secondly, she thought about it in a different way. The stricter the treaty, the better.

Although she had been married to the Ji family for two years, and her daily expenses were countless, Cheng Ji'an had never seen such a large sum so intuitively. Looking at the piece of paper in front of her, she was unavoidably surprised.

But the surprise was followed by disappointment.

She never thought she would get so much when she filed for divorce.

She opened the second page in a daze, and the second line of words that caught her eye made her eyes wave again.

"Two: From the date of divorce, the Cuihu Villa in Cuihu Bay belongs to the woman..."

Green Lake Villa, is this...?Cheng Ji'an raised his head and glanced at Meng Dezhao, but Meng Dezhao just smiled at her.