Can We Say No to Divorce?-Chapter 732 - 483: Spinoff - Lethal Threat (3)

In the bridal room, Yang Wanyin and Yang Junyi entered the room, and Yang Wanyin threw herself into his arms, "Junyi, is this real? Are we truly husband and wife now?"

"Of course, we’ve gotten the certificate, arranged the banquet, are you still dreaming?" Yang Junyi looked at her, holding her in his arms.

Yang Wanyin looked up at him, "I’m not dreaming, I’m about to exercise the rights of a wife, I’m going to tackle you..."

Yang Junyi: "..."

Soon, the bridal room was filled with cheerful noises...

...

Those who had families left one by one, Qiao Xiaoyan and Song Ziyu left together.

Both were happy for Yang Junyi and Yang Wanyin, happiness was just within reach.

Song Ziyu thought back to her own marriage; at the wedding, Su Tianqing left her alone, followed by three years of waiting without him, and just when her patience was almost exhausted, he proposed a divorce.

Only later did she realize it was all a cruel drama of revenge he had orchestrated!

"What are you thinking about?" Qiao Xiaoyan was walking with her under the starlight.

Song Ziyu smiled faintly: "Nothing."

"Must be thinking of the time spent with Su Tianqing!" A person capable of surgical precision, an expert in analysis, who could dissect everything so thoroughly, yet couldn’t see through Song Ziyu’s thoughts.

Song Ziyu glared at her: "Are you dissecting me?"

"Just speaking the truth!" Qiao Xiaoyan asked her, "Have you seen him since you’ve been back?"

"Yes!" Song Ziyu shrugged, "It’s still a struggle of life and death between us! By the way, if you can see through me, why can’t you see through yourself?"

"I...," Qiao Xiaoyan looked puzzled, "What’s there to dissect about me? I am very happy now!"

Song Ziyu scoffed: "Really not thinking about Song Xuyao?"

"Not thinking about him, I consider him dead!" Qiao Xiaoyan also shrugged.

Song Ziyu said: "That’s a good attitude! Where have we walked to, want me to take you home?"

"No need!" said Qiao Xiaoyan, "You go rest!"

After parting with Qiao Xiaoyan, Song Ziyu walked alone on the familiar streets.

Perhaps because she had lived in the countryside for half a year, she had grown increasingly fond of walking along the roads.

Although the city roads are completely different from those in the countryside.

City roads are lively and bustling.

Countryside roads are quiet and calm.

In that quiet and calm environment, she had lived for half a year, yet in the moment she saw Su Tianqing, she still couldn’t remain calm!

She thought, maybe it’s the habituation from living in the countryside for too long!

Just then, a person walked from the other end of the road.

He held a cup of coffee, hurriedly walking while drinking it, and the other hand held his phone in a call...

This scene felt overwhelmingly familiar to Song Ziyu.

There was a time when she was also this busy.

Busy to the point of forgetting to eat.

Busy to the point of forgetting to sleep.

All day long, there was only work.

Even while walking, she was working.

Even while sleeping, she was thinking about work.

Actually, it’s rare to have such leisurely moments nowadays, allowing her to stroll under the starlight.

While hectic with calling and drinking his coffee, Su Tianqing spotted a very relaxed woman, of course, that woman was none other than Song Ziyu.

That day, he had also found out from a client what she was planning to do; she wanted to build the world’s number one craft village, making that village world-famous.

It was undeniable that Song Ziyu had always been a decisive and innovative woman, always so bold and avant-garde!

Also a daring and practical doer!

They met on the street.

He spoke a few words to the person on the phone, then hung up, holding the phone in his palm, while the other hand held the coffee cup and he sipped leisurely before looking at the woman standing before him.

Her cheeks were a bit red, and he could still smell the scent of alcohol emanating from her.

She drank alcohol?

That was the first piece of information that Su Tianqing received. Why did she drink?

In his memory, she was a woman who seldom drank alcohol, just a workaholic.

In a lifetime, a narrow path brings them face to face.

The two met again.

Song Ziyu walked past him indifferently.

Su Tianqing slightly turned his body to look at her profile: "Song Ziyu, did you find an investor yet?"

"Even if I haven’t found one, I wouldn’t turn to you!" Song Ziyu directly refused him.

Su Tianqing sneered: "I really want to see who would invest in you."

"Then let’s wait and see!" Song Ziyu responded unapologetically.

Su Tianqing looked at her, still full of pride, walking away so composedly and regally!

Let’s wait and see then! Song Ziyu!

Su Tianqing threw his coffee cup into the trash bin and also disgustingly kicked it twice.

Just as he was about to turn away, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of a stranger approaching Song Ziyu.

And with her having consumed alcohol, her alertness had clearly diminished!

He saw that the person was a thief who stole her phone from her coat.

"Stop!" Su Tianqing rushed over.

The thief, upon hearing him, immediately grabbed the phone and ran.

At this moment, Song Ziyu also realized her phone was stolen, and she too chased after him, "Stop, you actually stole my phone!"

She had drunk a bit of alcohol, and she felt a bit sluggish.

Su Tianqing ran over quickly and caught the thief, who suddenly pulled out a hidden switchblade and stabbed at Su Tianqing.

In an attempt to recover Song Ziyu’s phone, Su Tianqing couldn’t dodge in time and got stabbed in the hand by the thief’s switchblade...

Seeing Song Ziyu approaching, the thief immediately ran away, mockingly saying before he fled: "I thought it was such a good phone? It turns out to be a model from last year... I wouldn’t have stolen it if I knew, really, and now I’ve even resorted to stabbing someone..."

Song Ziyu was speechless. Was it her fault now that her phone was old?

What kind of world is this?

Song Ziyu was about to call the police when the thief had already disappeared without a trace.

It was then that she noticed blood on the ground.

Following the trail of blood, she saw Su Tianqing’s palm bleeding, bright red blood dripping from between his fingers, drop by drop, more and more falling...

"How are you?" Song Ziyu sobered up quite a bit by this time.

Su Tianqing snorted: "It’s none of your business!"

Song Ziyu glared at him, that was her catchphrase, and he used it so casually!

"Of course, next time don’t take such a broke-down phone out on the streets, it only brings trouble!" Su Tianqing sarcastically commented but still returned the phone to her.

With her financial ability in the past, why would she still be using the same phone model for over a year?

Now, she must definitely be a pauper!

Not only is she poor, but she also had to argue about winning or losing in front of him!

Song Ziyu received her phone, still feeling the warmth from his fingers on it.

She hadn’t expected that after encountering a thief, he would intervene! And now he was even wounded by the thief!

Although she didn’t want to deal with him, since he was injured because of her, she still asked, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No need!" Su Tianqing took off his tie with one hand and tied it around his hand to temporarily stop the bleeding, then strode off without paying any more attention to Song Ziyu.

Song Ziyu watched his retreating figure, still so defiant and unyielding, glanced at the phone in her hand, and then walked home as well.

...

Soon, the New Year was approaching.

Everyone was busy with New Year’s shopping.

All supermarkets were bustling, and most of the New Year goods were mainly red; it’s the color that Chinese people like the most, and the most festive.