This meal was tasteless; Xia Lu couldn't even discern the flavor of the king crab.
"Then I'll be leaving first. We'll get in touch if there's a chance." Zhou Xinyao settled the bill, waved her hand, and left contentedly.
Xia Lu walked toward the Fengguang Group building alone.
Actually, she had been prepared for this situation for a long time.
Her marriage to Zhou Mingchen was just an inexplicable mistake in her life, a brief interlude that was too short. Naturally, when the music stopped, the people would disperse.
Zhou Mingchen would continue to be the big boss, commanding both the wind and the rain, soon to have a new girlfriend who could also help him greatly in his career. And herself? Back to her cramped little house, squeezing onto public buses, working from dawn to dusk every day for a meager salary for the rest of her life.
Xia Lu sighed silently, saying she felt nothing was impossible—she was human, after all.
