Chapter 32 The Scent Upon Her

Even though he hadn't said a word, Nan Shiqing could sense that Fu Siyue was truly angry! She looked triumphantly at He Xia and even gestured with her hand to show how well she had done. He Xia gave Nan Shiqing a big thumbs-up. Nan Shiqing took a subtle breath, composed herself again, and spoke in a flustered voice, "Siyue… are you angry? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up, I just…"

At this point, she seemed unable to continue, as if lost for words, a bit panicked as she stammered, "Siyue, I’m sorry, I just didn’t want there to be too many misunderstandings between you and my sister, I…"

"I know," Fu Siyue cut her off, his tone cold as if he had no patience left to listen to her.

"Siyue…" Nan Shiqing seemed at a loss for words.

Both fell silent.

Three seconds later, Fu Siyue finally spoke flatly, "You don’t need to persuade me anymore. Tomorrow I’ll go and divorce her. Shiqing, what I promised you, I’ll keep my word."

Nan Shiqing’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest; she could barely contain her joy!

He was getting divorced tomorrow!

And more importantly, he had just said he would keep his promise to her!

Fu Siyue had promised her he would take care of her for a lifetime!

So, once he divorced Mu Yinyin, did that mean they could finally be together?

At that moment, Nan Shiqing was so happy she could have jumped for joy.

She took another deep breath, struggled to tamp down her excitement, and anxiously said, "Siyue, no, no, don’t do this, I…"

But before she could finish, Fu Siyue’s soft voice interrupted, "Shiqing, I have things to take care of. We’ll talk later."

"Oh, okay…" Nan Shiqing sounded a bit reluctant, but almost immediately, Fu Siyue hung up the phone.

The anxiety and worry on Nan Shiqing’s face was instantly replaced by joy.

"Mom!!" she called out in delight.

He Xia looked at her daughter, a gentle smile curving her lips. "What did he say to make you so happy?"

A moment ago, afraid to disturb her daughter’s emotions, He Xia had kept her distance and hadn’t heard what Fu Siyue had said.

Nan Shiqing pressed her phone to her chest, her eyes sparkling, her smile irrepressible. "Mom, he said—he said! He’s going to get divorced tomorrow, and he’ll keep his promise to me!! He promised to take care of me for the rest of my life! Mom, he’s going to marry me soon!!!"

"He’s going to marry me soon! Ah, I’m so happy!!!" Nan Shiqing sprang to her feet, actually bouncing twice in excitement.

All these years, she had borne humiliation and endured hardship, always suppressing her emotions. She had never been so elated!

She had plotted and waited for so many years, and now her plan was finally coming to fruition!

Her wishes were about to come true!

"Mom, I’m so happy! I really am!"

He Xia’s eyes shone, completely filled with joy. "Did he really say that?"

"Yes, yes! But he was in a bad mood just now, probably because I brought up those two things and made him angry, and since he was driving, he didn’t have the patience to talk much. But I believe, once he’s divorced, it won’t be long before he proposes to me! Mom, I might soon become Mrs. Fu! My wish is finally coming true!!!"

Right now, Nan Shiqing even wanted to go look at wedding dresses!

She was simply too excited, absolutely thrilled!

He Xia was happy for her daughter too. She sighed, not out of sadness but in gratified relief, then smiled and said, "After all these years, you’ve finally succeeded."

"Yes… at last, my day has come. Mom, I’ve looked forward to this moment for so, so long."

He Xia nodded with a smile. "Of course I know. I’ve been waiting for this as much as you have. Marrying Fu Siyue has always been my wish for you as well."

After a pause, she looked at Nan Shiqing and added, "The closer you get to the finish line, the more you must keep your composure. Don’t let your pride get the better of you and give yourself away, understand?"

Nan Shiqing nodded immediately, her expression earnest. "Yes, I know. Now that it’s come to this, I absolutely won’t let all my efforts go to waste."

…

After hanging up, Fu Siyue continued driving.

He had told Nan Shiqing he had things to do, but in reality, there was nothing urgent—he just didn’t want to keep talking to her on the phone.

An hour later.

When Fu Siyue finally stopped the car and saw the villa before him, his expression turned grim.

Because—

Lost in thought, he had unwittingly driven to the marital home he shared with Mu Yinyin!

Fu Siyue leaned back in his seat, irritably raising a hand to rub his brow.

It was already late, and he didn’t feel like moving again, so he truly got out and walked inside.

The villa was empty.

There wasn’t a trace of life left.

Fu Siyue glanced at the flowers and plants in the living room, already showing signs of wilting, his eyes darkening.

He remembered Mu Yinyin once mentioning how much she liked these flowers and plants, because they were so full of vitality. Sometimes, when he came home, he would see her watering them.

That scene from his memory, for some reason, was etched so deeply that it felt as though Mu Yinyin were still in the living room, tending the plants.

He furrowed his brows, quickly pulling himself together.

She was gone. No one came to clean anymore. He had always left this place to itself; only Mu Yinyin had bothered to keep it in order.

He turned his gaze to the dining table.

It was immaculate now, but in the past, there had always been dishes waiting for him, the aroma of food welcoming him home.

Now, there was only a cold, empty atmosphere.

Fu Siyue frowned again. Why did his mind keep drifting to these things?

He held his breath and stepped forward.

But when he saw the divorce papers on the coffee table before the sofa, his expression became even more forbidding.

He strode over and picked them up. There were sections she had crossed out—the villa he had tried to give her.

Fu Siyue let out a cold laugh. Just a villa—how could someone like her, Lord of the Underworld, ever care about that?

Looking further down, he saw only Mu Yinyin’s signature—bold and unrestrained, as if the upcoming divorce meant nothing to her. She could finally leave him behind and enter a new life of her own.

Fu Siyue’s expression grew darker and darker. His grip on the papers tightened.

Mu Yinyin.

Very well.

She had agreed to the divorce—after all, it was what he had proposed. That was good.

All he hoped was that tomorrow, she wouldn’t play any games.

Fu Siyue tossed the divorce papers carelessly back onto the coffee table and headed upstairs.

Soon, he was back in their bedroom.

The moment he entered, a faint fragrance greeted him. Fu Siyue’s eyes narrowed slightly—it was her scent.