Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

They lived in the same dormitory, but didn't share the same major. The relationship between them had been mediocre. Only after hanging out a few times before the graduation ceremony, they got closer. Michelle's family background was all right. Why then did she only aim for the rich?

She tightened her lips and said, "Michelle, I seldom hung out since I got married to Zed. Neither did I take part in those parties. Besides, the rich guys might not be serious with you, most of them are playboys. Even if you are married to one, you will suffer. So why don't you... "That's because you don't have the confidence to grab the heart of your man. But I do." Her eyes widened. There were expectations in her eyes, which made her eyes bright and shiny.

Jean fell into silence.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her silence, Michelle pouted, "You are not going to refuse helping your classmate and also your good friend, right?"

Jean didn't know how to answer Michelle. She didn't have any connections nor participate in any parties. It was not how Michelle imagined it to be. Jean did not attend upper class parties everyday after she got married to a rich guy. After considering, she decided to tell her the truth.

"Michelle, it's not that I don't want to help you. It's just that Zed and I are getting divorced. I'm afraid I won't be much help." Jean clenched her teeth. She cared about her classmate.

She didn't want Michelle to fight with her just because they had different opinions on the matter.

Michelle put away the expectations on her face and glared at her angrily, "Jean, I was nice to you back in college, wasn't I? I'm only asking you to introduce me some rich guys. Is it so hard for you? When I asked you for help last time, you used that as an excuse too. Aren't I your friend? Are you trying to deny your classmate since you married a rich man?"

"No, it's not like that. Michelle, I really ..."

"That's enough. You can just tell me if you don't want to help me. I'm not thick-skinned. Since you don't cherish our friendship, we'd better not keep in touch anymore!" She said as she stood up and left angrily.

The coffee she left was shaken by accident and rippled. It spilled onto the table.

Jean gave a slight sigh. After all, she didn't have many friends. Michelle was one of the few. She felt a little upset for it to end up like this.

Wait! Michelle hadn't paid the bills yet?

When Jean stepped out of the cafe, her cellphone rang. It was Zed. She paused and hesitated for a long time before she answered it at the last minute. "Hi."

"Come to the City Hall now."

"Huh?" She paused for a second, "Why am I going to the City Hall?"

"To get divorced!"

Beep, beep, beep... He hung up.

Jean stood at the crossroad and watched the street with heavy traffic. She put down her hand slowly. Thinking about their divorce made her feel weak.

It all happened so suddenly. Even though she wanted this for a long time, she couldn't help but feel that her heart was sinking into a bottomless hole at the moment.

'Never mind. Just treat it like a bad dream.'

She took a deep breath, smiled to herself and made a gesture of cheering up.

She didn't see Zed at the entrance of the City Hall when she arrived. Looking around, she saw his car parked by the road in the front. Jean ran to his car and knocked on the window.

The window rolled down slowly. A cold face came into sight.

Upon seeing his face, she remembered that Zed and Eva seemed to be in love the day she ran into them. He must have had some sweet time with Eva these days, otherwise he would not decide on the divorce. "You arrived so fast." He got out of the car with two red booklets in his hand. He still looked cold.

Jean didn't say anything but followed him to the City Hall. It was 3 p.m., two hours before getting off work. They had enough time to handle the procedure.

From tomorrow on, she would be finally free! Although she felt a little upset, she was more happy.

When they stepped into the City Hall, Zed's cellphone rang in his pocket.

The ringtone was exceptionally beautiful and elegant, but Jean had a bad feeling about that.

Zed saw who was calling and then his face got rigid. He hesitated for a while before answering it, "Hello."

The one that called Zed said something as his eyebrows frowned deeply. It was as though there was something wrong.

Jean stood there, feeling nervous.

'Perhaps we can't get divorced today? No, no. It should be possible.

Jean, you can't curse yourself!'

"I got it."

Zed hung up the call and turned to her. His face turned dark with a deep frown, as though something bad had happened. "Urm... Let's hurry up and get inside. There's not much time left. If they get off work, we'll have to find another time ..." "We can't get divorced today."

"What?" She widened her eyes and stared at him in surprise.

He turned his head slowly and narrowed his eyes, "You want a divorce so badly. I won't grant it."

"Hey! What do you mean!" Jean glared at him angrily. It was him that called her to get a divorce.

Did he regret it? Was he taking her for an idiot? Fooling her around like this!

He raised his head and clenched the two Residence Booklets in his hand. He lifted up his eyebrows, "My parents are back. They want to see their legendary daughter-in-law now."

"Your parents are back?" Jean was stunned in place. She should have divorced him if he didn't received that call. There wouldn't be anything between them once they divorced. But now, she felt that the sky had fallen down.

What happened? His parents were back and asked to see her. How did it end up like this?

Jean dazed for a while and frowned, "Can't you just tell your parents that we are getting divorced now? What's in plan for me after meeting them? Don't you have Eva? How about letting Eva meet them instead?"

She said in succession and glared at him angrily. Her eyes turned red as if she was going to cry. She finally made up her mind to be away from him but now his parents showed up at such a crucial time. This was outrageous!

Zed was calm at first but he seemed to have got pissed off by her. His face was getting darker and darker. He looked down on her, "Jean Wen, it is up to me whether to divorce you or not. You have no rights to ask me for a divorce! Even if it was I who called you here, I have the right to change my mind!"

"Then use your right to change things. What deal, what marriage, I don't care anymore. You can do whatever you want. I won't meet your parents so take your time to clean up this mess." She clenched her teeth as she glared at him resentfully and left. People around them didn't take it seriously since it was common to see couples fight before the City hall. How would they get divorced if they get on well with each other? ☐☐