After divorcing the mute girl, President Gu knelt down and begged for reconciliation.

Chapter 137 The royalties arrive
Just as Song Jin'an turned around, and those misty eyes stared at him, he couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart.

Finally, he spoke first, his voice dry and brittle, explaining, "I only had one meal with her, nothing else happened."

Gu Xijue's deep voice rang out as he continued, "But what about you? Why are you still seeing Jiang Ciyu? Didn't I tell you that you two are not allowed to see each other?"

He started issuing orders again, adopting the demeanor of someone in a superior position. Song Jin'an frowned, her eyes still fixed on him.

He tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't, so he could only gesture with one hand.

—Do you think I'm a masochist?
—Haven't you had enough of tormenting me these past few years? Do you want to find another man to continue tormenting me?
She was telling the truth. These past few years, she had been walking on thin ice in the Gu family. Her in-laws didn't care for her, her husband didn't love her, and they would often try to trip her up. No one could stand it.

Song Jin'an couldn't speak, and she couldn't even read before, so she was speechless. But now she has the same courage as always, and she even got a driver's license. Before, she wouldn't have even dared to think that she could get a driver's license.

So she felt that her future was slowly getting better, even though her marriage was still terrible.

"Are you really going to argue with me about this again?"

Whenever she mentions this matter, Gu Xijue's heart burns with anger.

Because in this matter, both of them are victims. Even in Gu Xijue's eyes, he was the one who suffered far more, while Song Jin'an was a beneficiary to a certain extent.

The Song family did not go bankrupt, and she became the young mistress of the Gu family.

Becoming famous overnight is indeed a good reward.

Although he knew in his heart that Song Jin'an was unwilling, for those in power, sacrificing the interests of the weak was the law of everything in this world; otherwise, why would there be poor and rich people in this world?

Therefore, Gu Xijue never considered anything from Song Jin'an's perspective, including the fact that she held a place in his heart. Yet, it was also possible that he would let her abandon him first because of self-interest.

—I'm tired, I really don't want to talk to you anymore.

Song Jin'an knew that there was no way to reach an agreement, and she didn't want to reopen old wounds and expose these old wounds to him again.

Gu Xijue released her hand and took a deep breath: "It's time for us to process our emotions."

Otherwise, if we continue arguing, it will only result in both sides losing, and neither of us will be able to get out of it.

After returning to her room, Song Jin'an closed the door, leaned against it, and took several deep breaths. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Her life had been so bitter. Sometimes she even felt that she would have been better off being born into a poor family, or being fried in this scalding oil.

Five minutes later, she finally changed her mood, put her driver's license in the drawer, took a change of clothes, and went to take a shower.

After leaving the bathroom, Gu Xijue glanced at his social media again, but there were no messages. The next morning, Gu Xijue ate breakfast and went to the company, while Song Jin'an ate breakfast and checked her messages.

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Then the editor sent a smiley face emoji.

[This number may not be much, but it's a great start for a new comic artist. Keep up the good work!]

Then, with a ding, her text message notification arrived. Two hundred thousand yuan in royalties had appeared in her mobile banking account. Song Jin'an stared at the number, counting it several times, almost unable to believe it—this was money she had actually earned…