Chapter 72: Divorce Is Just Around the Corner

Ling Hanyu locked eyes with Qin Xiaotian, who raised his wine glass in a toast. Ling Hanyu turned his head away, ignoring him.

The auction began.

The land plot quickly went up for auction.

But Song Qingtian never raised her paddle; instead, it was two other bidders—A Xiu and another unscrupulous businessman—who did.

Song Qingtian watched them intently as the bidding reached the final reserve price.

She glanced at A Xiu.

To everyone’s surprise, A Xiu only raised her bid by ten cents.

The unscrupulous businessman on the other side turned pale, realizing he’d met his match and breaking into a sweat. How could they have known the reserve price? Hadn’t they been the only ones privy to the information?

Just as the unscrupulous businessman hesitated, A Xiu successfully secured the land plot.

Ling Hanyu lifted his gaze and saw that Qin Xiaotian upstairs had already turned and left.

Song Qingtian felt quite satisfied—after all, half a million was hers now, and she’d even won over the Mysterious Big Shot. With this, divorce was just around the corner!

With the land plot sold, Song Qingtian wanted to leave.

“Let’s go.”

She made it perfectly clear that she expected no objections.

She turned to Ling Hanyu, but his face was as cold as ice!

Ling Hanyu got up and walked away, while Yang Yifan came back to help, pushing Song Qingtian’s wheelchair.

“I can do it myself,” Song Qingtian said, dismissing the offer. An electric wheelchair didn’t need anyone to push it!

As soon as they left the auction hall, Song Qingtian received a call from A Xiu.

“Fifty thousand is yours!”

“I want to see him—in a few days!”

A Xiu got straight to the point, and Song Qingtian wasn’t one to beat around the bush either. After saying what she needed to say, she hung up.

Secretary Yang glanced at Song Qingtian in the wheelchair and wondered: Whose call was that?

Ever since Song Qingtian had met Mr. Ling, she’d never had a circle of her own, let alone a social life. Otherwise, how could she have ended up all alone after her parents passed away?

In today’s society, if you don’t have connections, you’re basically worthless.

Take someone like Song Qingtian: even if she’d learned a bit from those second-generation heirs of wealthy families and mingled with equally idle people, she wouldn’t have fallen so low. When something happens at home, there isn’t even anyone to stand by and support her.

Don’t underestimate those carefree friends who spend their days eating, drinking, and having fun—especially people Song Qingtian’s age. They’re born with an arrogant air, and when they set their minds on something, they’ll either do it or push others to their limits.

Unfortunately, Song Qingtian had none of that.

Poor thing, really.

But…

Poor people often have their share of faults—and Song Qingtian was definitely among the worst of them.

Secretary Yang couldn’t help but wonder: If Song Qingtian had no relatives or friends, could it be Qin Zhengxiao?

After leaving the club, Song Qingtian waited for Ling Hanyu to get out and carry her into the car—just as she always did when getting in.

But Ling Hanyu stayed seated in the car without moving.

Song Qingtian glanced at him and finally saw his fickle nature: he could turn on a dime, faster than flipping a page.

Not waiting for Ling Hanyu, Song Qingtian stepped out on her own.

Ling Hanyu hadn’t expected her to do that at all. He suddenly looked over at her, his icy stare enough to freeze someone to death.

Even Secretary Yang was startled, but Song Qingtian didn’t seem to notice.

She bent down and sat in the car, still looking completely composed.

Secretary Yang hurriedly folded up the wheelchair and stowed it in the trunk before getting back in.

Ling Hanyu sat quietly by the window.

There was just enough space between him and Song Qingtian for two people to sit.

Song Qingtian leaned against the side, sitting properly—even with her foot twisted, she still kept herself well-behaved.

How could such a thing have happened in the past?

Song Qingtian’s specialty was always throwing herself at Ling Hanyu and cooing sweetly, “Honey!”

But now…

Ling Hanyu felt inexplicably restless, his cold gaze reflecting off the car window.

Yet Song Qingtian paid no mind to his mood; she simply kept her head down, plotting her next move.

She’d already taken the first step—now the second was to establish her credibility in front of the Mysterious Big Shot.

Once she gained the Big Shot’s trust, many things would become much easier.

And once she’d used him up, she could walk away.

Thinking about leaving, Song Qingtian gave a wistful smile.

Everything else was fine—only Ling Nuonuo weighed on her heart.

She’d grown up without her mother’s care, and she knew all too well what that kind of environment could bring.

It was truly hard for her to let Ling Nuonuo go again.

But she did have family—her father, though naggy and always finding fault, never really understood her.

Still, he was the only relative she had left in this world.

What if she ignored him when he got old?

Thinking about all this, Song Qingtian felt deeply burdened.

She untied the tissue wrapped around her fingers—after all, every finger is connected to the heart, and she refused to give up on anyone.

Ling Hanyu watched Song Qingtian’s slightly conflicted expression—she really had racked her brains to find a way to leave him!

End of Chapter 72: Divorce Is Just Around the Corner