The next day.
When Su Yan opened her eyes, the sun was already high in the sky.
She tried to move tentatively, but a sharp, tearing pain suddenly emanated from the base of her leg.
"Hiss—" She drew in a cold breath, cursing a certain someone a million times in her mind.
Last night was truly crazy.
Gu Chaohan had left long ago without her noticing, and the space beside her was empty. She reached out and felt only a sheet of coldness.
On the bedside table, there was a bank card and a divorce agreement.
She picked it up and glanced through it. He had already signed his name on the last page.
Su Yan endured the pain coursing through her body, got out of bed, and found a pen to sign her own name.
After writing "Su," she was halfway through "Yan" when her phone buzzed with a message alert.
She picked up her phone to see a message from Gu Chaohan. It was brief, with just a few words: I was very satisfied with your performance last night.
