[Six Month Ago]
The scent of jasmine tea lingered faintly in the air, but Mu Chenghua didn't touch his cup. He sat at the head of the long, polished table, flanked by a small team of five lawyers.
Across from him, Wang Wenlan sat in blue qipao, her posture impeccable, one ankle resting lightly over the other.
The atmosphere in the room was cool, almost clinical, an insulated world where blood ties no longer mattered, only clean signatures and the weight of legal ink.
The head lawyer adjusted his glasses, flipping to a marked section of the thick folder.
"We'll begin with the section concerning guardianship and custodial severance." he said. "Mr. Mu, Madam Wang—are you both prepared?"
Mu Chenghua gave a nod, heavy with the kind of tired finality that came after decades of disappointment.
Wang Wenlan's response was smoother. "We are."
