The news came in the afternoon that Gong Siming needed to go on a mission in Country D and garrison there for a long period of time.

The day when Si Wan was discharged from hospital, Gong Siming followed Si Wan’s car and watched her quietly. No one except Hua Er saw the flame in Gong Siming’s eyes gradually extinguish.

Even Gong Siming didn’t notice it himself.

On the same day when he reached the sanatorium, Gong Siming just stood outside and never entered. Hands in pockets, he stood upright, motionless and sleepless all night.

No one knew what he was watching or thinking about.

He was the commander of the army and sole heir to the Gong’s Family. Wherever he went, he was honored as a god.

He had always been the initiator of troubles, but now he was cornered by someone else. What was more, that person was a woman he had found annoying and held a grudge against.

That night, Hua Er saw a completely different Gong Siming. The first order he gave Hua Er the next morning was to bring the affairs with Country D ahead of schedule.

Hua Er would never forget his tone. He was like a captive of war pledging not to disclose any information and protesting with a smile during severe torture.

His voice was filled with sadness and a touch of brutality.

But now, Gong Siming acted like a deserter who took flight without fighting. The overbearing and decisive quality could no longer be seen in him.

This was not what Gong Siming would have done!

“Slow down!”

His deep and attractive voice rang in Hua Er’s ears.

Hua Er sped down to the minimum, and Gong Siming fixed his eyes on the window of Si Wan’s office which reflected a beautiful figure.

Over one month’s hospitalization made her plumper and more attractive!

When he got home yesterday morning, Gong Yanchen and Yan Xiuya were waiting in the hall for him.

Besides them, there was also a divorce agreement waiting for him.

These two simple words seemed too heavy for Gong Siming to pick up.

The agreement seemed to be heavier than the tripod that crushed King Wu of Qin Dynasty, and more scalding than the Red Boy’s True Samadhi Fire.

Black characters on the white paper ruthlessly appeared in Gong Siming’s sight. Sweat trickled down from his hands as if they had been soaked in water.

“Ming, this is not a negotiation, and you must sign this agreement.”

“There’s no other choice!” Yan Xiuya’s cold and loud voice pounded on Gong Siming’s chest.

Under the pressure, Gong Siming found it hard to breathe. His chiseled facial features were distorted, his sharp eyes were shining, and his pale lips kept on trembling.

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“You can’t pin the blame on anyone, for it’s your own choice, so don’t give me that look!”

Her ruthless words were like icicles that pricked Gong Siming’s heart.

Although Gong Yanchen usually didn’t care much about family issues, he thought it was all Gong Siming’s fault for this matter.

When he owned her, he didn’t cherish, and now he had lost her, he became so desperate. Such a man was not worthy of the slightest sympathy and mercy. This man was stewing in his own juice, and he deserved it.

Hearing the harsh reproach from his father, Gong Siming acted like a robot out of repair.

He didn’t even read the contents of the agreement.

Mechanically he picked up the pen from the table and exerted all of his strength to write down his name with determined strokes.

Yan Xiuya glared at Gong Yanchen angrily and spoke in a sympathetic tone.

“As long as Si Wan disapproves, the agreement will become invalid immediately.”

Sure enough, Gong’s families pined all their hope on Si Wan. They wished Si Wan’s love for Gong Siming didn’t diminish.

She could love him as she did before, but there was already a rift. Even if the rift could be filled up, her love would never be the same as it used to be!

If Gong Siming didn’t strive for it, even if Si Wan didn’t have the heart to break off their relationship, Si Huating wouldn’t allow his only granddaughter to go through danger ever again.

Every patriarch wouldn’t bear to see his child jumping into the fiery pit twice.

Since the point was made clear, Gong Yanchen picked up the signed divorce agreement and left Gong Siming’s villa with Yan Xiuya.

Gong Siming was left all alone in a trance in the spacious villa.

Turning his head, Hua Er took a look at the numb Gong Siming. The company had been out of sight, but Gong Siming was still not responding.

Hua Er was at a loss whether he should speed up, and the car just wriggled on the broad road like a snail.

Many horns were blaring, and some people stuck out their heads while cursing.

“President Gong!”

Hua Er called him tentatively as they could no longer move at such a slow pace, because the highway was just ahead.

He was startled when he suddenly heard his name.

His vigilance was slack. If there were enemies around, he would have been killed for many times.

“What?”

He restored his loftiness, and the indifferent look on his glamorous face intensified tremendously.

“We’re going on a highway. May I speed up?”

Gong Siming closed his eyes, and his emotion was imperceptible.

“Uh-huh.”

The low-key yet extravagant silver Maybach overtook those blaring cars in the blink of an eye and rushed on the highway.

Out of the window, Gong Siming’s car slowly disappeared from Si Wan’s blurred vision.

Standing there for a long while, Si Wan finally came to her senses and went back to her desk.

Avoiding unnecessary contact might be the best approach. Even if he didn’t leave, she was determined to go.

This time Gong Siming would be staying overseas for almost half a year. By then their divorce process should be completed, which means she could go abroad!

She would go to the other side of the world, a place without him.

By then, the two of them would be like two parallel lines that would never intersect.

But she neglected one fact—the earth was round. No matter where she went, they still might intersect.

Unless she really let it go, otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to live like parallel lines.

The disturbing ringing of the phone pulled Si Wan back into the reality.

She picked up the phone calmly.

“Director Si, Junior Master Lin is here for you.”

Xiaoyu’s voice rang on the other end of the line.

“Let him in.”

She felt both excited and upset.

Ever since she knew Zhang Qilin liked her, she was a little afraid of meeting him. She didn’t know with what explanation she could make him drop the idea without hurting him.

For a moment, she was at a loss. In a panic, she knocked over a cup on the desk.

When she anxiously picked up the glass fragments and was about to dump it into the rubbish bin, the door of her office was opened.

The white leisure suit on his body set off his elegant and noble temperament. The incomer was showing a hint of a smile on his face, and his gentle gaze was like undulating bluish waves.

This man had an inexplicable comforting aura, which sent Si Wan into a trance.

Although he had grown up into a handsome and tall man, Si Wan always had a thin and weak impression of him when he was a kid.

No matter how dramatically a person changed, he couldn’t hide his intrinsic qualities from his close ones.