China.
Shanghai.
"Let's welcome, this year's Golden Tripod Award winner..."
Accompanying the host's announcement, the entire hall of dignitaries stood up, applauding softly.
"Mr. Song Heqing."
Swish!
A spotlight shone on the man standing at the edge of the stage, his face somewhat pale.
Song Heqing took a deep breath, just as he was about to step forward to receive this most prestigious award in the financial world, he suddenly felt a dizzy spell.
"President Song, President Song..."
Several staff members, seeing that something was wrong, were about to step forward to help him.
But he fell heavily to the ground, his dark eyes gradually losing their luster, eventually turning gray.
"Damn it, I haven't deleted my browser history yet..."
This was Song Heqing's last thought.
Immediately, his entire life began to flash like a slideshow.
Born into an ordinary family, both parents were working-class.
He worked tirelessly, got into a top-tier university in the country, but became infatuated with love... For a girl, he gave up three years of hard work and went to an ordinary second-tier university.
After graduation, he joined a financial company.
It was called a financial company, but it was actually for issuing credit cards and small loans. He got married in his second year after graduation, and his parents bought him a two-bedroom apartment in Suzhou, where he graduated from university.
In the third year, his daughter was born.
Wait a minute.
Song Heqing tried hard to open his eyes, what kind of ghost life script was this?
President Song came from a wealthy family, his father was a lawyer, his mother was a doctor, and both were top in their respective fields.
He entered a major investment bank right after graduation, and in just five years, he became the company's top performer "on his own." Before the age of thirty, he won the "Golden Tripod Award," becoming a leader in the industry.
More importantly, he wasn't even married, where did a daughter come from?
Giving up a career for love is foolish; giving up studies for love is even more foolish.
Could Song Heqing do such a thing?
Don't be ridiculous, if he were that irrational, would he win the Golden Tripod Award? It would be good enough to get the title of "Charging for Love."
"Song Heqing, wake up..."
Suddenly, a strong shake made him open his eyes.
"Oh, sobered up?"
A rather irritating voice sounded, causing Song Heqing to shake his head involuntarily.
What the hell?
He surveyed his surroundings, but there was no expression on his face.
The house was not big, but it was cozily furnished.
A two-bedroom, one-living room layout, coupled with the orange light overhead, had a unique charm.
Of course, if he could ignore the two adults and one child in front of him, he would be a bit more comfortable.
"Song Heqing, we've made things very clear. Are you going to sign the divorce agreement or not?"
The speaker was a beautiful girl, one whom even Song Heqing, who had been among many flowers, would rate at least an extremely high 8.5 out of 10.
Her height was estimated to be above 1.68 meters, her skin was so fair it seemed translucent, and her slender waist, which could be clasped with one hand, paired with ample curves, was very rare.
Especially those long legs in stockings and thigh-high boots, combined with her delicate features, truly made it hard to look away.
"I say, Song Heqing, that's enough."
The man beside the girl chuckled, "Ruan Ruan has suffered with you these past five years... Let's part ways amicably. She doesn't want your broken house."
"You wait a moment."
Song Heqing shook his head, wanting to see the slideshow in his mind again.
"Alright, stop stalling."
The girl said in a deep voice, "Xiao Yuan will stay with me, she won't hinder you from finding someone else... And with your conditions, you can't give her a better life anyway."
"Xiao Yuan?"
Song Heqing looked at the little girl beside her, greatly surprised.
What kind of divine genes must one have to give birth to such a daughter? If this were his daughter, he would at least be willing to pay five hundred million to make that wish come true.
"Song Heqing, is this interesting?"
The man sneered, "It's just a divorce, look at you pretending to be crazy... If I hadn't gone abroad back then, would Ruan Ruan have been with you?"
"Qin Chu."
The girl couldn't help but glare at him, "I have no relationship with you whatsoever... Don't talk nonsense in front of my daughter."
"Hmm."
Song Heqing stared at the two, some fragmented images appearing in his mind.
Ruan Xingyao, his wife.
Song Xiaoyuan, his daughter.
Qin Chu, his classmate, and also a persistent rich kid... "Song Heqing, the divorce agreement..."
"I'll sign."
Song Heqing looked at the divorce agreement in front of him, read it carefully three times, then signed his name, and pushed the paper forward, "Two copies. Miss Ruan, you can sign your name now..."
"Hmm."
Ruan Xingyao and Qin Chu exchanged glances.
Didn't he stubbornly refuse to divorce just two days ago? Why is he so straightforward now?
Also, what's with "Miss Ruan"?
"By the way, Miss Ruan... Now that we've just signed the agreement, do you have time tomorrow at 9 AM? We can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to officially register the divorce."
Song Heqing said politely, "After all, you should know that there's a one-month cooling-off period for divorce, but since we have an agreement in place, you can do whatever you want. This won't affect anything."
"You..."
Ruan Xingyao subconsciously tried to touch his forehead, but he dodged her.
"Miss Ruan, please be respectful."
Song Heqing chuckled, "We've already signed the divorce agreement... Theoretically speaking, we are no longer husband and wife, so it's best not to engage in such impolite behavior."
"Song Heqing, stop being so pretentious."
Qin Chu said disdainfully, "Ruan Ruan will live better without you..."
"I completely agree with you, so... hurry up and sign the agreement."
Song Heqing nodded with a smile.
Ruan Xingyao looked at his smile, and said with some reluctance, "Song Heqing, if you don't want to sign... I can give you time. I know this is hard for you to accept."
"No, no, no, Miss Ruan... This is very easy to accept." Song Heqing took out a cigarette and lit it, then chuckled, "The ancients said it's better to forget each other in the world than to struggle together. I've had a very pleasant few years with you, and I thank you for your contributions to this family."
As he spoke, he subconsciously extended a hand.
But seeing the shocked expressions of Ruan Xingyao, Qin Chu, and the little girl, he awkwardly put it down.
Damn it, what a cursed occupational habit.
Ruan Xingyao looked at him, gritted her teeth, and signed her name.
"Thank you, thank you."
Song Heqing clapped his hands, his tone sincere, "My home is a bit messy... so I won't keep the three of you for dinner. I still need to tidy up. Oh, by the way, Miss Ruan, you should have my phone number, right?"
"For the divorce registration tomorrow, it's best to be on time. I'll be waiting for you there in advance. Don't forget to bring your ID card, household registration book, and marriage certificate, otherwise, waiting in line will be very troublesome."
"Song Heqing, do you really want to divorce me that much?"
Ruan Xingyao said through gritted teeth, a statement that simultaneously silenced both Song Heqing and Qin Chu.