The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

The lift arrived at the selected floor at the same moment Wen Shan received the bank transfer notification. She made a loud kissing noise at her phone and thanked her brother before walking out of the lift.

“Stop following me, it is pointless,” Nalan Chunbo said as he walked past Wen Shan.

Wen Shan was stunned. She was so happy from getting the money from her brother, but Nalan Chunbo had doused her joy with his words.

And since when was he in the lift? Shouldn’t he already be on his floor?

“Papa Nalan, actually…” Wen Shan hurried after Nalan Chunbo. Before she could finish, the door of room number 1308 had shut in her face, blocking her out from the room.

Wen Shan looked from her key card to room number 1309 to the door of room number 1323 that was across the aisle and regretted choosing a room opposite Nalan Chunbo’s rather than next to it.

Never mind. She should get to her room and start doing her research on the city, then at least she would have something to talk about to Papa Nalan tomorrow.

Wen Shan went to her room and put down her backpack before lying down on her bed and making notes about the city with her phone and a notebook. She had been making notes about the places she had been, and her notebook had gotten much thicker.

The only thing she knew about this city was that it was famous for seafood, and that pearls were sold at the beach.

But someone like Nalan Chunbo would probably not be interested in pearls.

Wen Shan asked in a group chat if anyone had been to Qingdao, and wrote down the fun places and good food in her notebook.

She had never been to this city, but she had to pretend to be familiar with this place.

Someone in the group chat suggested a few places. Wen Shan decided to roam around the city and those places at night so she would be able to show Nalan Chunbo around tomorrow. She put away her notebook and got ready to leave the hotel room.

“I am going out to get some food, Papa Nalan. I will bring you yours in a while so don’t leave your room. I will take it that you agree if you don’t answer,” Wen Shan knocked on Nalan Chunbo’s door and said outside his hotel room before she left.

Wen Shan had hopped her way into the lift by the time Nalan Chunbo had gotten to the door. Nalan Chunbo saw her hopping away and wondered how that woman was always so energetic.

Nalan Chunbo shook his head speechlessly then went into his room again to continue packing his stuff. He sat down beside his bed and switched on the television after he finished, then whipped out his phone to call Ye Yuwei.

“Did you leave the television on again?” Ye Yuwei chuckled and asked from the other end of the line.

Nalan Chunbo couldn’t stand being alone. He would leave the television on to pretend that he wasn’t alone.

“Tell Wen Shan to stop following me,” said Nalan Chunbo straightforwardly.

Ye Yuwei fell silent for a second.

“She is still following you? How persistent!” said Ye Yuwei who had just reached the bank while gesturing at her assistant to tell her that she could go.

“Wei Wei…”

“You couldn’t bear to tell her to her face because you don’t want to hurt her, which means that you don’t really hate her that much. Why don’t you give yourself a chance then?” Ye Yuwei interrupted Nalan Chunbo and said.

Nalan Chunbo sat down at the side of his bed and lowered his gaze.

Why wouldn’t he give himself a chance? Because he couldn’t.