Take her Weibo, for example: her active followers were around 500,000, with another 100,000 followers bought by the company, totaling almost 800,000. Although she had lost some followers in the past month, after yesterday’s online activity, she gained more than 100,000 followers and is now close to a million.
After the hot search trend from midday, her follower count surged past the million mark.
She had successfully climbed from being just slightly above a nobody to becoming a fourth-tier celebrity. With a bit more effort, she might even break into the third tier!
Fù Qīnglì patted Zhèng Yuè on the shoulder, “Thanks for all your hard work, still doing the assistant’s job.”
Zhèng Yuè, full of energy, didn’t mind at all. “We’re poor right now, so it’s what we have to do. Once you make it big, I won’t be your assistant anymore; I’ll focus on handling your work directly!”
“Alright,” Fù Qīnglì smiled. “Did you pack my luggage?”
“I packed most of it, but some things still need you to take care of yourself,” Zhèng Yuè shook her head and let her go inside.
Two suitcases were placed on the floor, half full, and the rest still had space. The room that once belonged to Fù Qīnglì and Yè Mǐnháng felt eerily empty. The wedding photo hanging by the bed, with the smiling faces of the couple, now seemed to carry an air of loneliness.
Fù Qīnglì glanced at it twice, feeling that the original Fù Qīnglì wouldn’t want this photo to remain. She decisively took it down and threw it on the floor.
“Crash!” The sound startled Zhèng Yuè, who came inside and saw the photo shattered on the floor. She quietly withdrew, her mouth shut.
It seemed like the marriage had left a deep scar on Fù Qīnglì.
It had transformed this usually calm, Buddhist-minded woman into someone with aggression.
An hour later, three suitcases filled with Fù Qīnglì’s belongings were ready. She and Zhèng Yuè carried them out, one after the other.
As soon as the door opened, a young man with an unpleasant expression stood in the doorway.
It was Yè Mǐnháng!
This time, Yè Mǐnháng’s face wasn’t just unpleasant—it was a mix of confusion, disbelief, anger, and an unrecognized panic. “What are you doing?”
Zhèng Yuè’s expression shifted slightly, and she instinctively looked at Fù Qīnglì, waiting for her reaction.
Fù Qīnglì smiled at her, “You go ahead and take the stuff out, I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay,” Zhèng Yuè nodded.
She stepped out, and Yè Mǐnháng stepped aside to let her pass. Once she was out, he strode into the room, slammed the door shut, pointed at the suitcases, and spoke through gritted teeth, “What is this supposed to mean?”
Just an hour ago, Yè Mǐnháng had been at work.
Then, one call after another came from his parents and sister. When he answered, he was told his wife had bullied Mǐnmǐn.
At first, he didn’t believe it, until they sent him the paparazzi photos.
Those photos left him no choice but to believe it.
The once gentle and tolerant wife had changed.
Since that night, she had completely transformed, and this time it was even worse.
After seeing all of it, Yè Mǐnháng felt utterly disappointed. Just the night before, he had defended her at the banquet, and yesterday her appearance in the horror escape room live broadcast had gone viral again. Although it wasn’t negative, for the Yè family, it still wasn’t good.
This time, his grandparents didn’t call him directly but communicated through his parents. Yè Mǐnháng had to repeatedly explain to calm things down.
He thought Fù Qīnglì’s actions were just a moment of stubbornness, her attempt to prove herself.
And in some ways, it had worked.
He had asked his parents to be patient and understanding for a little longer, but now that the incident with Mǐnmǐn had gone viral, there was no way to smooth things over.
Fù Qīnglì had lost her mind!
She had become utterly unreasonable!
Before he even got home, Yè Mǐnháng couldn’t understand her. She only cared about herself and never considered what position he was in.
As the elevator doors opened, a sense of grievance still lingered. Why couldn’t Fù Qīnglì be like Sū Táng or the other women around him?
If he had married Sū Táng back then, would his family have been peaceful and their relationship better?
Had he truly made the wrong choice by marrying Fù Qīnglì, someone so incompatible?
And yet, she insisted on stirring things up, pushing them both to the brink of exhaustion!
But as soon as the door opened, all of Yè Mǐnháng’s anger and confusion froze. She had packed up her things. She was leaving!
Realizing this, all that remained in his heart was a deep sense of grievance and fury.
Weren’t they in love? Wasn’t that the truth?
His eyes were filled with unspoken questions, and Fù Qīnglì could see them. She calmly stepped back two paces and gestured for him to sit on the sofa. “Let’s talk slowly.”
Yè Mǐnháng noticed the coldness in her expression, her eyes clear and composed, as if the love she once had for him had vanished overnight. His throat tightened, and he unconsciously followed her cue, sitting on the sofa in silence.
He didn’t dare speak, even though regret and fleeting moments of attraction to Sū Táng had crossed his mind. But now that Fù Qīnglì was asking for a divorce, all those thoughts faded away.
He had sacrificed so much to marry her!
Fù Qīnglì, however, remained calm. To her, this man was no longer within the scope of the original Fù Qīnglì’s revenge. He held no meaning for her now. She spoke softly, “I’ve thought it through, Yè Mǐnháng. We’re no longer suited to be husband and wife. Let’s divorce.”
“No, that’s impossible!” Yè Mǐnháng denied hoarsely, gritting his teeth. “If we’re so incompatible, why did we marry in the first place?”
Fù Qīnglì wasn’t angry. Instead, she calmly explained, “We got married because I thought your family was normal, but clearly, they’re not.”
Seeing the darkening expression on Yè Mǐnháng’s face, she continued, “You still rely on your parents, your grandparents. Their opposition isn’t just a passing comment. It’s something that affects our marriage. They don’t like me—everything from our values to the smallest details of life—they don’t approve of. And as someone who can’t defy them, your only choice is to marry someone they approve of.”
“If I stay, I’ll just keep enduring for you. My family is looked down on by them too. Every time we meet, they cry when they return home, feeling miserable for not having enough money to earn their family’s respect. This arrogant behavior—sorry, I don’t want to endure it anymore.”
Normal parents might oppose strongly before a wedding, but once their son insists on marrying someone, they’d accept it and support the wedding.
But Yè Mǐnháng’s parents weren’t like that!
To them, what difference did it make if they were married?
If they couldn’t divorce, they’d rather let him keep a mistress than tolerate a daughter-in-law they didn’t like.
That’s why they kept trying to push Sū Táng and Yè Mǐnháng together.
It was a twisted way of thinking!
When the original Fù Qīnglì left this circle, watching all the chaos between them seemed ridiculous. Fù Qīnglì felt the same way now.
Yè Mǐnháng’s expression changed as he stared at Fù Qīnglì, his hands clenched tightly together, his knuckles turning white with pressure, his hands trembling slightly, betraying the turmoil inside him.
He wanted to deny it, but he couldn’t. What Fù Qīnglì said was the truth.
“…But we were in love, weren’t we?” Yè Mǐnháng muttered.
Fù Qīnglì met his gaze seriously. “You’re already wavering, aren’t you?”
Yè Mǐnháng fell silent.
Seeing his reaction, Fù Qīnglì quietly stood up, pushing the luggage out the door. As she closed the door behind her, she glanced back at the young man still sitting on the sofa, head bowed, completely motionless.
Out of politeness, Fù Qīnglì swallowed her criticism.
Forget it. Even though he was useless, the original Fù Qīnglì no longer cared about him, and neither did she.
Yè Mǐnháng felt exhausted.
It wasn’t physical exhaustion; it was emotional. He had indeed been shaken. Sū Táng’s changes had caught him off guard. In those few brief moments they had together, he shamefully found his heart racing, uncontrollably wanting to pay attention to her.
But he hadn’t acted on it because he knew deep down that he still loved Fù Qīnglì.
Now, Fù Qīnglì was leaving him before he could even react. All those feelings of infatuation vanished.
What remained was regret and… shame.
She was right. He couldn’t make decisions for himself, and he couldn’t protect her.
After waiting for a long time without receiving a response from Yè Mǐnháng, Yè Mǐnháng’s mother called him. The harsh ringtone startled him, and he stared at the flashing name for a while before taking a deep breath and answering the call. “Mom.”
From the moment the news broke, Yè Mǐnháng’s mother tried to contact Fù Qīnglì, but her calls were rejected. Furious, she immediately called her son, demanding that he get Fù Qīnglì to apologize. But after waiting for half an hour without a response, she decided to call him herself.
“So now you remember I’m your mother? What? Protecting your wife but not even willing to make a phone call?” Yè Mǐnháng’s mother said sarcastically.
In the past, she had always spoiled this son of hers, but as the saying goes, once a man marries, he forgets his mother. Now he didn’t even care about his sister.
Yè Mǐnháng tried to explain, “Of course not. I’m just talking to her. She knows she was wrong. Mom, it was Mǐnmǐn who went too far. After all, Qīnglì is her sister-in-law—what she did…”
“Even if it’s wrong, that doesn’t mean she has the right to hit her!” Yè Mǐnháng’s mother shouted. “Do you know how Mǐnmǐn was treated? She was held underwater! If it had gone on longer, what would have happened if she’d suffocated? Yè Mǐnháng! You have to make her come and apologize to Mǐnmǐn today!”
“Mom…” Yè Mǐnháng tried to resist.
Fù Qīnglì was about to leave him!
But he couldn’t say it. If he did, his mother would immediately agree.
Yè Mǐnháng’s mother coldly stated, “No more discussion. If Mǐnmǐn doesn’t forgive her, the Yè family won’t recognize this daughter-in-law anymore!”
Yè Mǐnháng was already full of frustration from Fù Qīnglì’s words. Now, hearing his mother’s remarks, he realized Fù Qīnglì had been right. His mother was this forceful only because she knew he couldn’t resist. Rebellion surged within him, and he retorted, “You’ve never treated her like a daughter-in-law! How has she treated you this past year, and how have you treated her? Mom, can’t you see it?”
With that, he slammed the phone down, feeling like the shackles binding him had loosened.
On the other end, Yè Mǐnháng’s mother, hearing the dial tone, turned pale, her makeup turning ashen. She threw the phone down in frustration, shouting, “It’s gone too far!”
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