"Get out!"
They'd reached a main road here, where catching a taxi was easy. Shen Wanci reckoned he was rushing off to the hospital to see Jian Weining, and she had no desire to go to the hospital and watch a couple show off their love.
Without hesitation, she pushed open the car door, head held high, chest out, and strode down out of the car.
With a tremendous roar from the engine, the dust it kicked up flew straight into her face.
Shen Wanci shouted at the car already merging into the flow of traffic: "In such a desperate hurry—is she dead, and you're off to collect her corpse?"
All that answered her was silence.
After that, Shen Wanci stood by the roadside waiting for a taxi. But as she waited and waited, what came instead was a black Bentley, pulling smoothly to a stop right in front of her.
Uncle Jiang got out of the car and said with utmost respect: "Young Madam, the Young Master asked me to take you home."
The unspoken meaning, as Shen Wanci understood it: though he'd dumped you here, he arranged for the cleanup.
She wasn't about to make things hard on herself, and got straight into the car. On the way, she kept thinking vindictively that if she made the divorce public, then given how much a man like Bo Jingzhou cared about his face, he'd surely be furious to death!
But provoking him at a time like this would do more harm than good.
In any case, it was only three months—ninety days. She could just grit her teeth and get through it.
Yet judging from tonight's events, she figured that with Jian Weining's temperament, now that the woman was back in the country, she surely wouldn't wait three months.
……
The next day, with no need to go work as a maid at the Bo Group, Shen Wanci slept until she woke up on her own.
Qin Yuezhi had already gone to the shop, and sent her a WeChat message: 【The appointment with Old Xu is set for tomorrow, but I've booked a client and can't go with you.】
After graduating from university, Qin Yuezhi had opened an antiques shop with funding from her family, and the jobs Shen Wanci usually took on were ones she helped line up.
She replied with an 'okay,' and after eating breakfast she headed out.
Having moved out of Yuting Manor, she needed to find a place to settle first; living nearby would also make commuting to work easier later on.
Shen Wanci went to a real estate agency, and within a single morning she'd settled on a unit with one bedroom and two living rooms. It was close to the studio and didn't have much furniture, so she could conveniently convert the second bedroom into a workroom.
Most importantly, the property management was quite responsible—entering and leaving the place required registering your ID number.
After signing the contract, Shen Wanci saw it was still early and went to the mall. Qin Yuezhi's birthday was coming up, and she planned to pick out a bag for her.
A certain brand's new seasonal release—Qin Yuezhi had been going on about it for ages—and this mall happened to carry that brand.
Shen Wanci took the elevator up to the seventh floor, and a salesperson came up to greet her: "Miss, is there a style you have your eye on?"
People who buy luxury goods like these usually have the style settled in their minds long beforehand.
"That bag you're featuring this summer—is it in stock now?"
The salesperson smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, that bag is a limited edition, and the one at our store has already been reserved by someone."
Shen Wanci was a little disappointed. "Alright, thank you."
She had just turned to leave when an elite-looking woman in business attire walked in from outside and said to the shop assistant: "I'm here to pick up the limited-edition women's bag that President Bo reserved a few days ago."
Shen Wanci halted her steps and slowly clenched her fingers.
The surname Bo was not a common one, and the woman before her was someone she recognized.
She'd appeared in the news before—Jian Weining's manager.
The shop assistant: "Of course, but we'll need to call President Bo to confirm. Could you please provide your name and identity?"
"Miss Jian Weining asked me to come pick it up. My name is Tao Qingyi, her manager."
The shop assistant turned to look up Bo Jingzhou's contact information on the computer.
Shen Wanci had no intention of lingering. After that momentary heartache just now, all that remained was numbness. They were getting divorced anyway—whoever he wanted to give bags to was none of her business.
She was about to leave when Tao Qingyi called out to stop her: "Miss Shen."
Shen Wanci hadn't expected the other woman to actually recognize her. She raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Tao Qingyi didn't waste any breath either, speaking plainly and without reservation: "Miss Shen, you're so young and beautiful—why insist on clinging to a man who doesn't love you? Better to let go sooner; while you're still young, you can find someone good."
"Did Jian Weining tell you to say all this?" Shen Wanci lifted her chin haughtily. "How the times have declined. In the past, mistresses kept it hidden and under wraps, terrified of being discovered and drowned in a pig cage. Now they actually dare to come flaunt it right in front of the lawful wife?"
Her bearing as she said this utterly overwhelmed the other woman.
Tao Qingyi refused to back down: "In a relationship, the one who isn't loved is the real mistress. Aning and President Bo were always meant to be a pair."
"Manager Tao isn't married yet, is she?" Shen Wanci's eyes narrowed, and that alluring, captivating air came out. "When you do get married someday, I'll introduce a few extra 'close female friends' to your husband—to honor Manager Tao's magnanimity."
Tao Qingyi's mouth stiffened. Before she could fire back, Shen Wanci's voice, gentle yet carrying an intangible menace, went on: "As for that bag, kindly pass a message along to Miss Jian for me. Tell her to transfer half the money to my account. Though Bo Jingzhou gave it as a gift, he and I aren't divorced yet, so it counts as marital property belonging to us as husband and wife. If I don't receive the transfer within three days, she can wait for a lawyer's letter."
Tao Qingyi hadn't expected this seemingly quiet, unassuming woman to have such a sharp tongue—so hard to deal with!
For a moment, even she, ever the smooth and silver-tongued one, fell silent.
Shen Wanci turned to leave, when the shop assistant behind her called out to her, trembling: "Mrs. Bo, President Bo…… President Bo says for you to wait for him here."
Before placing the call, the shop assistant had never imagined she'd run into such an explosive scene—much less that, though she'd clearly dialed the number of President Bo's assistant, the one who answered the phone turned out to be President Bo himself!