At home....filming....
Live streaming...the entire time...
Install cameras...
With each word Lu Yiwei said, Mu Zhengqing’s brow furrowed a bit more.
Actually, giving all his assets to Lu Yiwei wasn’t impossible. After all, he was still young and could earn more.
At most, he would just retire a few years later.
After convincing himself, Mu Zhengqing said to Lu Yiwei, “Let’s go, we’re going to the Civil Affairs Bureau now.”
“Why are we going to the Civil Affairs Bureau?” Lu Yiwei asked, puzzled.
“To get a divorce. After the divorce, we’ll go to the bank, and I’ll transfer the money to you,” Mu Zhengqing said through gritted teeth.
Who would have thought that after all these years of hard work, he was essentially working for Lu Yiwei.
If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have worked so hard these past few years.
“I suddenly remembered I have something important I need to do. I’ll be back soon,” Lu Yiwei suddenly said.
“You…”
Before Mu Zhengqing could finish his sentence, Lu Yiwei hurriedly left.
Watching Lu Yiwei’s back, he felt like he was fleeing in panic.
Ten minutes later, Lu Yiwei stood in front of Mu Zhengqing again.
“Let’s go, there’s still time,” Mu Zhengqing said.
“It’s too late,” Lu Yiwei stood still.
“If you don’t believe me, we can go to the bank first to transfer the money, and then go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce,” Mu Zhengqing said, looking at Lu Yiwei.
“The production team just posted an official announcement on Weibo. You can’t back out of the variety show now,” Lu Yiwei said cautiously.
Hearing what Lu Yiwei said, Mu Zhengqing quickly took out his phone and opened Weibo.
After one minute, Weibo wouldn’t load.
After five minutes, Weibo still wouldn’t load.
After ten minutes, Weibo was still not loading.
Because it wouldn’t load, Mu Zhengqing believed Lu Yiwei’s words.
The news about him and Lu Yiwei participating in a divorce variety show was released, and it was normal for Weibo to crash.
“The urgent matter you mentioned was to remind the production team to post the official announcement on Weibo?” Mu Zhengqing asked Lu Yiwei with a threatening look.
“Yes,” Lu Yiwei didn’t dare to look Mu Zhengqing in the eyes this time.
He knew Mu Zhengqing could guess it, and he knew Mu Zhengqing would be angry after guessing it, but he had to do it.
Because he knew that if he didn’t do something, there would really be no chance for the two of them.
“Let’s have a fight,” Mu Zhengqing said to Lu Yiwei while rolling up his sleeves.
“Okay, but can we avoid hitting the face?” Lu Yiwei asked.
It wasn’t that he cared much about his face, but he would be spending a lot of time with Mu Zhengqing in the near future.
If other methods didn’t work, using his looks was also within his consideration.
“Alright, let’s start.”
After Mu Zhengqing finished speaking, he clenched his fist and aimed at Lu Yiwei’s stomach.
Although he was 4 cm shorter than the 187 cm tall Lu Yiwei, he didn’t think he would lose.
Previously, he had specifically learned Sanda for self-defence.
Despite his seemingly frail appearance, his muscles were always the envy of Gu Da.
Gu Da always said that he looked slim in clothes but muscular without them, with strong but not exaggerated muscles that everyone would want to have.
Although Gu Da exaggerated a bit, at least it showed he wasn’t just a pretty face.
When Mu Zhengqing was just one centimetre away from Lu Yiwei’s stomach, he stopped his hand.
“Why didn’t you dodge?” Mu Zhengqing asked, looking at Lu Yiwei.
“I did something wrong, I don’t deserve to dodge,” Lu Yiwei answered seriously.
“Boring, hurry up and leave, just seeing you makes me angry.”
Mu Zhengqing, annoyed, withdrew his hand. He sat on the sofa, feeling around for a while to find his familiar plush toy in vain, and glared at Lu Yiwei.
He didn’t have a habit of hitting people; the reason he wanted to fight Lu Yiwei was because he was really angry.
“I’ll go back and cook first. I’ll call you when it’s ready,” Lu Yiwei said before leaving.
“Who wants to eat your cooking? Hurry up and leave, if you don’t go now, I really will hit you,” Mu Zhengqing threatened, raising his fist.
Author’s Note: Yes, this is where it ends. It is a very small chapter.
T/N: paraphrasing here, but the author flubbed the deadline and submitted whatever she had on hand. The chapter is about one-third of the others (I had to go through 4 different raw sites to make sure, because I thought it was a page error). Please take note that next chapters will go back to normal length.
Footnotes:
- 散打 (sǎndǎ) - lit. free-fighting, is the official Chinese boxing full-contact combat sport. Formerly known as Sǎnshǒu (散手, lit. “free hand”), it was originally developed by the Chinese military based upon the study and practices of traditional Chinese martial arts and modern combat fighting techniques; it combines boxing and full-contact kickboxing, which includes close range and rapid successive punches and kicks, with wrestling, takedowns, throws, sweeps, kick catches, and in some competitions, even elbow and knee strikes.
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