Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 42.2

Turning her attention to Mo Yu, she asked softly, “How have you been doing here lately?”

Mo Yu nodded. “Pretty good. Could you tell my sister not to worry about me?”

Li Jiang nodded in agreement.

Watching the interaction, Jiang Siyue grew increasingly conflicted. Mo Yu, you idiot, she thought. You’re asking someone who has a crush on you to pass on reassuring words to your girlfriend? That’s like stabbing her in the heart!

Then again, if that someone was Li Jiang… go ahead and stab away. She was the one who had shamelessly lusted after her own sister’s girlfriend to begin with.

Li Jiang turned back to Jiang Siyue. After a brief pause, she asked, “And you?”

Jiang Siyue: “…Great.” That “And you?” was painfully forced. If you don’t want small talk, then don’t force it.

Li Jiang nodded slowly and fell silent again.

An awkward tension began to spread among the three of them. No one spoke. No one dared meet the others’ eyes. If they did, they might be expected to say something… and that would make things even more awkward.

Lowering her gaze, Li Jiang sighed internally. “I’ll get going then. Good luck with everything.”

“Oh, okay,” both girls replied at the same time.

Li Jiang glanced one last time at Jiang Siyue before turning and walking away.

To Jiang Siyue, it was clear—there was no longer any of that cautious, clinging presence Li Jiang used to have around her. She had grown more confident. Maybe… maybe she didn’t like her anymore.

Her steps quickened as she walked away. Maybe that was a good thing.

Jiang Siyue watched her retreating figure, her eyes dimmed slightly, but her face quickly lit up again. With a bright grin, she patted Mo Yu’s shoulder and said, “What’s with your sister-in-law? Does she have nothing better to do?”

Mo Yu gave a blank shake of her head. She didn’t understand either.

Jiang Siyue: “…”

Back in the lab, Sui Yu had locked herself in her office.

She sat at her desk, dazed. She had asked herself countless times why Shen Jueshu’s fated A hadn’t appeared yet. But even then, she knew the character was not supposed to show up this early.

Yet here she was—caught completely off guard. She never imagined Ding Qisi would enter Shen Jueshu’s world so soon.

Now that the real heroine had appeared, wasn’t it time to put their divorce proceedings on the agenda? She couldn’t stand in the way of a fated couple meant to be together.

But why did just thinking about it feel so bitter?

She raised her hand to her chest, where her heart seemed to ache—not like it was soaked in sourness, but as if it were producing sourness all on its own.

She recalled the countless novels she’d read. Thinking of those familiar tropes, her expression suddenly turned stiff.

Could it be… she had fallen for Shen Jueshu?

The thought hit her like an electric shock—every nerve tingled. Her expression froze, overwhelmed by the realization.

She liked Shen Jueshu? She liked that woman who hardly ever showed her a pleasant face?

Her brows drew together, slowly twisting into a tight knot. She began questioning herself seriously—Did she have a masochistic streak? Why else would she fall for someone like Shen Jueshu?

Someone like Shen Jueshu… in real life, you’d probably call the police on her!

But… she wasn’t all bad.

Sui Yu began justifying Shen Jueshu in her heart. Yes, she was a bit overbearing at times, but she also knew how to apologize when she realized she was wrong. She wasn’t the type to stubbornly deny her mistakes. And in recent times, she had been treating her better…

Her mind became a battleground for two warring thoughts. Eventually, her forehead hit the desk in surrender.

Forget it. Shen Jueshu’s fated match had already arrived. As the irrelevant, villainous ex, she should get lost while she still could.

Lying facedown on the desk, Sui Yu’s face was full of gloom. But still… she couldn’t help but wonder:

Now that Shen Jueshu has awakened, will she still fall in love with her fated match?

If she did, then this fated match was truly “fated”—no plot armor needed.

Sui Yu cursed under her breath.

Then slowly… the sourness crept back in.

That evening, Shen Jueshu didn’t wait for Sui Yu to come find her so they could leave work together.

In the end, she swallowed her pride once more and went upstairs to look for Sui Yu. But as soon as she reached the lab floor, she saw that the entire area was dark. The lab was completely deserted.

Her face stiffened. A chill began to creep over her body. Had Sui Yu already left?

Just like that morning—leaving on her own?

Staring at the dark entrance to the lab, a burning pressure rose in her chest, and her vision blurred at the edges.

So she really does want to draw a clear line with me?

Shen Jueshu stood frozen for a long time, only snapping back to reality when her legs began to feel too weak to support her. Her steps unsteady, she turned back and entered the elevator, descending to the underground parking garage.

By the time she arrived, Sui Yu’s car was long gone.

Her face had gone blank, beyond the ability to express any emotion.

She got into her own car, buckled her seatbelt, and started the engine—each motion robotic, mechanical. The car pulled out of the space and rolled slowly away.

When Shen Jueshu returned to the marital home she shared with Sui Yu, she noticed a light on upstairs. She stepped out of the car, her expression unreadable in the darkness. After changing her shoes in the entryway, she stood silently in the foyer, her gaze drifting toward the mechanism that could open the hidden basement door.

Her face grew darker in the low light.

Finally, she turned and walked up the stairs to her own room. A soft click echoed as the lock slid into place.

One house. Two people. No intersection.

The next morning played out like a repeat of the day before.

Shen Jueshu sat at the dining table, quietly eating breakfast. When she finished, she dabbed her mouth with a napkin and said to the housekeeper in a calm tone, “If she wants to come down tomorrow, tell her I’ve already left. She can take her time with breakfast.”

“Ah? Alright,” the housekeeper replied, though a hint of confusion passed through her eyes. She sighed internally. It seemed the young couple was fighting again.

Well, given how they interacted, it was no wonder. What kind of married couple still slept in separate rooms?

Should I think of a way to ease the tension between them? she thought. This atmosphere is so tense I can hardly breathe in this house.

After Shen Jueshu left, the housekeeper suddenly brightened. I’ve got an idea!

Shen Jueshu arrived at the office early, but she was surprised to find that someone had beaten her there.

She frowned slightly as she saw the youthful Alpha busily cleaning.

“There’s a janitor for that. You don’t need to do it yourself,” she said.

What was this supposed to mean? Was she trying to earn the janitor’s pay, too?

Ding Qisi jumped at the sight of Shen Jueshu, then blushed. “I woke up early today, and when I saw it wasn’t time to start work yet, I thought I could help a bit…”

Shen Jueshu glanced at the redness in her face, then looked away and walked past her.

“Don’t do it again. No one’s going to praise you for being overly eager.”

They’ll just think you’re trying too hard to please people.

Ding Qisi stared at her retreating back, feeling disheartened. Does she hate me now?

Shen Jueshu returned to her office and immersed herself in work. She’d completely forgotten about the morning meeting until Qin Qing came to remind her.

As the end of the year approached, every department had more than they could handle. Reports, summaries, and meetings piled up endlessly. By the time the morning was over, her workload still hadn’t let up.

Taking advantage of the break while others left for lunch, she leaned back in her chair, pressing a hand to her temple. The stress from both her personal life and work was beginning to drain her.

“President Shen, you should eat something first,” a voice said suddenly.

She looked up to find a meal set down in front of her.

Startled, she hadn’t even noticed someone entering. When did my guard drop this low?

She looked up and saw that youthful face again. Ding Qisi was looking at her with bright, earnest eyes.

Shen Jueshu frowned slightly. “Why are you the one bringing me lunch?”

This kind of task was usually handled by Qin Qing.

Ding Qisi looked shy. “Sister Qin had to step out, so she asked me to bring it to you.”

Shen Jueshu was silent for a moment. She didn’t know why, but just looking at this girl gave her a strange, unsettling feeling.

“President Shen, health is the foundation of everything,” Ding Qisi added, biting her lip.

With her intense work schedule, how could she neglect her meals?

That was the scene Sui Yu walked into: Shen Jueshu sitting on the sofa while Ding Qisi opened the lunchbox and arranged the utensils for her.

From afar, the atmosphere between them looked surprisingly harmonious.

Staring at her like that… could she already be falling for her?

Sui Yu stopped in her tracks. She suddenly recalled how the novel had described the moment Shen Jueshu first met Ding Qisi—it said she stared at her in a daze.

She looked away, finding the sight almost painful.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over and said, “Looks cozy.”

That random comment drew both their eyes toward her.

Shen Jueshu frowned. For some reason, that one offhand remark irritated her. It felt sarcastic—as if Sui Yu were throwing shade at her.

Ding Qisi’s expression turned a mix of red and pale. In the end, she simply greeted Sui Yu politely and left the room.

Sui Yu sat down across from Shen Jueshu. Glancing at the neatly arranged lunch, she smirked. “Didn’t expect our President Shen to be too delicate to open her own lunchbox.”

That was pure, undisguised sarcasm.

But rather than getting angry, Shen Jueshu felt her gloomy mood lighten just a bit. Was she… jealous?

Ignoring the comment, she instead asked, “What brings you down here?”

Wasn’t she the one trying to avoid me?

Sui Yu glanced at the dishes in the lunchbox and curled her lip. Not a single item was something Shen Jueshu liked. Who ordered this?

“I came to ask when we’re going to the civil—”

She didn’t get to finish. As soon as she met Shen Jueshu’s suddenly cold gaze, Sui Yu fell silent instinctively.

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