In a townhouse on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, the setting sun shines through the French windows onto the marble floor. Michael, wearing a Lululemon apron, puts the last plate of pan-fried salmon on the table. Grilled ribs, lemon sea bass, truffle mashed potatoes, and a pot of porcini soup - all Sophia's favorite dishes. After five years of marriage, his cooking skills are comparable to those of Michelin chefs, and he is used to preparing dinner every day when she gets off work.
"Click."
The door lock turned, and Sophia and her mother Elena walked in. Sophia was wearing an Armani business suit and carrying a Prada briefcase, but her eyes avoided Michael's gaze. Elena, like a queen inspecting her territory, glanced at the dining table and sneered: "Hmph, you only know how to cook. After five years, what else can you do?"
She threw a file bag on the B&B Italia coffee table: "Michael, this is the divorce agreement, sign it."
Michael's smile froze and he looked at Sofia, hoping to get a denial. But she just lowered her eyes and unconsciously stroked her Hermès scarf with her fingers. Elena crossed her arms and sneered: "Why are you looking at her? This is our decision as mother and daughter! You are a grown man, staying at home and eating soft rice. Don't you feel ashamed to tell others? Sofia is now the CEO of Vogue Advertising and has a net worth of tens of millions. Are you worthy of her?"
[Ding! Detected major life choices for the host, choose to activate the system! ]
[Option 1: Kneel down and beg Sofia not to divorce and continue the dog-licking career. System unbinding. ]
[Option 2: Agree to divorce and start a new life. System binding, reward novice gift package. ]
Michael was stunned, and the mechanical sound in his mind made him lose his mind for a moment. He didn't read the agreement, and his eyes were fixed on Sofia: "Sophia, is this what you mean?"
Elena retorted: "Nonsense! Of course it's her idea! Michael, don't be shameless!"
Michael ignored her and repeated stubbornly: "Sophia, tell me, yes or no?"
Sophia finally looked up, with complicated eyes, and finally nodded, her voice was light but clear: "Yes. Michael, let's get a divorce."
Dead silence. Michael nodded slowly: "Okay."
This word exhausted his five years of warmth. He walked to the coffee table, without even looking at the content of the agreement, and directly wrote "Michael" in the signature.
[Ding! Select two to confirm, the system is successfully bound! ]
[Newbie gift pack has been distributed:
1. Physical Enhancer × 1 (physical fitness doubles after taking)
2. Accurate data on the rise and fall of US stocks in the next ten days
3. Accurate trend of the US dollar/euro exchange rate in the next month]
He pushed the agreement to Sofia. She looked at the signature and whispered: "Michael, we are husband and wife, this card has five million US dollars, which is considered..."
"No need." Michael interrupted her, his tone calm, "I can earn money myself, and it will be easier than you think."
"Hahaha!" Elena laughed exaggeratedly, "Just you? A waste who can only cook! Without Sofia, you can only live in a basement in Queens for the rest of your life!"
Michael did not refute, and finally took a look at this place that was once called "home", looked at Sofia, and turned to leave. He did not take anything away, only the US stock code in the system prompt sound.
Outside the door, the night of Manhattan was getting darker. The lights of the Empire State Building lit up behind him, and the phone in his pocket was receiving the first system push: "Tesla (TSLA) three-day increase forecast: +27%."
Elena looked at his back and said to Sofia: "It should have been done a long time ago. Let the lawyer throw out the rest of his things tomorrow." Sofia didn't say anything. The diamond wedding ring on her fingertips hurt - it was a replica that Michael bought with the first month's "soft meal allowance".