First class has a designated channel. After security check, Jiang Nuan went directly through the fast lane to the gate and boarded the plane. Most people were already seated when she got on. She found her seat, and the flight attendant helped her place her luggage in the overhead partment, asked if she needed a blanket, adjusted the air conditioning, and then left.
Ten minutes later, the plane soared to nine thousand meters above the ground.
Before opening her laptop, Jiang Nuan remembered she still had an envelope. She placed it on the laptop, looked at it for a while, and then opened it.
A red booklet slipped out.
Her lips were pressed tightly together. Picking up the little red booklet, she turned it over. The words "Divorce Certificate" were both expected and unexpected.
Apart from the divorce certificate, there was also a piece of paper inside. She pulled it out.
Upon opening it, she discovered it was a property inventory and transfer document.
It clearly listed the locations of Fu Yi’s real estate, vehicles, equity investments, and so forth, with dozens of properties all fully transferred to her!
Jiang Nuan suddenly bit her lip so hard that it turned pale and almost broke the skin, tightly clutching the property transfer document. A chill silently slipped down from the corner of her eye.
"What’s the point?"
She didn’t even know who she was talking to.
After saying this, she put the divorce certificate and property transfer document back into the envelope, lost interest in opening her laptop, and simply asked the flight attendant for a glass of champagne. After drinking it, she leaned back in her seat, her eyes gazing at the scenery outside the window.
At nine thousand meters high, the airplane seemed to hover silently above the clouds. Today, Capital City had clear weather; the morning light glazed the white clouds, dyeing them with layers of rosy light...
Jiang Nuan just quietly watched, quietly watched...
Until she closed her eyes, she didn’t notice a pair of eyes behind her looking at her, not outside.
The eyes saw her take out the divorce certificate, saw the sad expression on her face, saw her call the flight attendant for champagne, and saw her gaze forlornly out the window, slowly clenching into a fist.
Fool.
...
Outside the office of Global Film Industry’s boss, the secretary tried desperately to stop someone from barging in.
"Qing, please don’t do this. The president is busy."
"Get out of the way."
"Qing, don’t make it difficult for us. The president didn’t say to see you. If you burst in like this, we’ll get scolded."
Gu Qing couldn’t care less if others were penalized because of her behavior. She was seething with anger, shrugged off the hands holding her back, and dashed inside abruptly.
Bam!
The office door was slammed open by her.
The boss of Global Film Industry was chatting happily with a partner when she barged in, instantly making the atmosphere in the office awkward.
The secretary apologized with a pale face, "Boss, I’m sorry, I’ll take Qing out immediately."
"Boss Cai, I need to talk to you."
Her tone was boastful, with an air of arrogance, making it seem like she was the pany’s boss just from her manner of speaking.
Global Film Industry’s boss frowned, his eyes flashing with annoyance and disgust. Not wanting outsiders to witness a joke, given that the business partners were present, he suppressed his burning anger and forced a smile, "Harvey, I have a bit of an emergency today. Let’s chat another time. It was a pleasure to talk today, great to meet you."
Harvey, a senior consultant for Dior, with blond hair and blue eyes, at least fifty years old, stood up and pouted, "Alright, it was a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Boss Cai."
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