Depois do Divórcio, Consigo Ouvir a Voz do Futuro
Chegar aos trinta sempre foi raro, desde os tempos antigos; se o Rei dos Infernos não chama, a pessoa vai por conta própria. Após o divórcio, Lu Liang de repente sentiu que a terra já lhe cobria o pes
March 21, Vernal Equinox.
Spring is a season of partings, a perfect time for letting go.
Lu Liang woke early to tidy up the apartment. There wasn’t much that belonged to him; most of the belongings were Lin Wenjing’s.
He stared at the pile on the floor and hesitated before deciding to make a call, asking what to do with her things. “Hello, I still have some of your things here. Do you want me to—”
His words were cut off by Lin Wenjing’s icy tone, as cold as if she were facing a telemarketer: “Lu Liang, we’re divorced now. Please don’t put me in an awkward position. Let’s just move on peacefully, okay?”
Lu Liang heard a man’s voice nearby, seemingly just waking up, asking lazily, “Who’s that?”
“No one, darling, go back to sleep a little longer,” she replied softly, like a girl in the throes of new love.
“Okay, got it.”
Lu Liang hung up expressionlessly and called the scrap dealer over, clearing out every single item without leaving a trace.
He knew who that man was—one of the shareholders at the beauty salon where his ex-wife worked, driving a Land Rover Evoque.
They had hooked up just days after the divorce; it wasn’t hard to guess her head had been full of green horns even before the divorce was finalized.
But now that they were divorced, what could he do?
Anger would only expose his helplessness and confirm to her that divorce was the right choice.
The only revenge was to live well—drive the best cars, date the most beautiful women, and enjoy life to the fullest.
Once Lu Liang had clear