Chapter 4 At five in the evening, I'll pick you up

"Show Miss Ye the agreement again!" Sheng Shaochen's tone carried a chill that struck one squarely in the face.

"No need!"

For a woman like her, who had lost her family's fortune and her love, the only thing of value left for men to scheme over was her young and beautiful body.

Why bother, only to become a laughingstock?

Ye Shu took the pen and, with forceful strokes that pressed through the paper, signed her name.

"The day the child is born will be the day of our divorce!" Even though she wasn't looking, Sheng Shaochen still wanted to confirm with her once more the most important clause of the agreement.

Ye Shu laughed to herself, the marriages of the wealthy were mostly like this.

All that mattered was family background and the ability to bear children.

And for someone like Sheng Shaochen, who harbored a fear of women, bearing an heir naturally became the top priority.

Once he had a successor in his hands, he would surely divorce her and remarry, to find a wife of equal social standing.

How could Ye Shu not know what he was worried about? Afraid that she would covet the Sheng Family's wealth in the future, use the child as leverage to become arrogant and influential, clinging on and refusing to leave.

Ye Shu's smile was brilliantly vivacious as she spoke calmly, "Mr. Sheng, rest assured, I have no intention of entangling myself with a loveless marriage for life!"

"That would be best," Sheng Shaochen looked at her deeply, turned around, and got into the car.

"Miss Ye, I'll pick you up from the Ye Family at five o'clock sharp," Guan Jiu added before he too got into the car.

The sound of the black Bugatti Veyron starting up hit Ye Shu head-on, the exhaust fumes assaulting her face.

Ye Shu snapped back to reality, feeling bitter—just like that, the day after her engagement party, she had sold herself to her fiancé's cousin, destined to become Sheng Shaochen's child-bearing instrument.

When Ye Shu returned to the Ye Family from the hotel.

Her stepmother, Wen Meilan, was serving Gu Zuocheng tea and water, nodding and bowing.

"Zuo Cheng, ah, you've been with our Shu for ten years, how can you replace the bride just like that?"

Ye Shu's brows furrowed, her facial expression inch by inch growing colder.

She thought she might have a hysterical fit.

But she didn't; at this moment, her heart was calmer than ever before.

Like stagnant water.

She looked straight at Gu Zuocheng, her eyes undisguised with coldness.

Gu Zuocheng's hand, holding the teacup, shuddered violently, and a few splashes of hot tea fell onto the back of his hand.

Gu Zuocheng furrowed his brow; Wen Meilan immediately tensed up and took out a tissue to dry his hand, anxiously asking, "How is it, how is it? Zuo Cheng, did you burn yourself?"

A touch of mockery flitted across the depths of Ye Shu's eyes.

There had been a time when she was doing the same ridiculous actions as Wen Meilan.

As if her world contained only Gu Zuocheng.

She couldn't bear to see him even slightly hurt.

"Shushu, you're back, I... I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Longer than ten years?"

With just a few words, Gu Zuocheng's complexion turned rapidly pale, and he was at a loss for words.

His grip on the teacup tightened, the knuckles turning white, "Shushu, things have come to this point, I'm afraid no more words from me will help..."

"Then don't speak."

Ye Shu cut off Gu Zuocheng with a single sentence.

By now, they were past the point of return, so why disgust each other?

Ye Shu stopped looking at him and headed straight for the second floor.

"Shushu, take these. At least, they will ensure you won't want for food or clothing... consider this... a small compensation from me." Gu Zuocheng's voice was very low, wishing it could sink into the dust.

That way, perhaps he could bury everything from last night and rewrite his and Ye Shu's future.