Chapter 290 Divorce Signing and Leaving (4) _1

"Anyway... I won’t have a chance to make the same mistake..."

"Eh?" Aunt Fang was taken aback.

Eleven smiled and said, "Auntie, you’ll no longer need to exhaust yourself caring for others. Miss Shang is generous and polite, she surely won’t be sending him home drunk all the time."

Aunt Fang paused in her attempt to feed Eleven, rushing to comfort her, "What are you saying, my lady? Mrs. Gu can only be you, and no one else, not Miss Shang or any other lady. Don’t worry."

"I’m not worried."

Aunt Fang just relaxed when she heard Eleven say, "This time it’s real, we’re getting a divorce. He’s going to marry Miss Shang."

Seeing the serious look on Eleven’s face, Aunt Fang became concerned, "So that’s why you were drinking so heavy, ma’am?"

"Ah? No, that’s not because --"

She was interrupted by Aunt Fang, "Oh, ma’am, if you truly care about the master, you shouldn’t act so carefree all the time. You need to show some initiative and let him know that you can’t live without him. Men are easily softened. You need to utilize some strategies."

"Pfft... why though?" Eleven chuckled. She looked at Aunt Fang and asked, "Why can’t I live without him? Earth is so vast, who is unable to go on without who? Why do women need to cling to men so desperately? I’d rather leave freely. If he truly cares about me, he won’t let go. If he doesn’t, then it’s a peaceful separation and we can each seek our own happiness. There’s nothing wrong with that."

Aunt Fang mumbled something about not understanding young people’s thoughts, and seeing persuasion would be of no use, she left to prepare porridge for Eleven.

Eleven massaged her temples and closed her eyes in deep thought.

She still remembered parts of what happened before she got completely drunk last night.

Thinking about it made her frown.

She opened the bedside drawer and pulled out the agreement once again.

Without looking at the contents, she turned straight to the signature page, picked up a pen from the table, and signed her name, "Fang Eleven", with resolute decisiveness.

Afterwards, she sent a message to Gu Liancheng, "Honey, I hope your business trip goes well! I have a surprise for you when you come back! I’ve prepared a big gift for you. ╭(╯3╰)╮"

Gu Liancheng didn’t respond, he must still be on the plane.

Aunt Fang came up with the porridge, blew on it to cool it down, then suddenly saw the still-spread agreement on the bed. She was shocked, "My lady, you’ve really signed it?"

"Yes," Eleven smiled, carefully taking the porridge from her, "I told you it was for real. Why would I lie to you?"

"The master didn’t mention this at all! Quickly tear it up!"

"Eep--" Eleven stopped her, "Don’t tear it, Auntie. Let it be. I’m going to leave, and a new mistress will take over here. Thank you for taking care of me for four years, Aunt Fang!"

"This..."

Having been together for four years, saying there were no feelings would be a lie.

Whether it was Gu Liancheng or Eleven, both seemed like children in Aunt Fang’s eyes, and the sudden departure of one left her feeling bitter-sweet.

"Is there really no room for reversal?"

"That’s not the issue. We’re ending it peacefully. I’m not sad, and neither is he. Marry happily. Divorce happily. Divorce is not a funeral. Why the long face?"

Eleven took a few sips of the porridge, her smile finally mixed with a touch of bitterness.

About to leave the place where she spent four years of her life, truthfully, there was a bit of reluctance in her heart.