A Guide to Divorce for Middle-Aged Lesbian Couples - Chapter 2

Endure! Don’t stoop to the level of the sick and disabled. Su Sixian found it impossible to chat with this person in a calm state of mind. Fortunately, Bona and Annie brought Dr. Zhang in just in time.

Dr. Zhang briskly scribbled out a series of examination forms and reached a final conclusion by the following afternoon.

A violent external impact had caused partial memory loss. Fortunately, the IQ remained intact. Once she got her medication, she could get the hell out of the hospital. During this period, family members could take her to familiar old places to help awaken her memories.

Awaken! To summon back a Great Demon King with a double-dose of sharp tongue and high IQ? Su Sixian looked at the woman sitting upright and proper beside her. What a joke! There was no way she couldn’t handle a little brat who was currently a mental minor!

The villa wasn’t large, but it offered great privacy. They didn’t like having too many people around, so they only hired a few aunties to come and clean occasionally. For Shen Xingchuan’s convenience, an elevator had been installed inside. At the entrance, one could see a wooden, Chinese-style circular grille. The morning sun skimmed over the screen, and a breeze flowed through the vaulted living room, silent and beautiful.

After bringing the person home, Su Sixian waved her sleeve and left for another city to attend an event, leaving Shen Xingchuan alone to face the heavy pressure of the adult world.

“This is a brief list of the company’s board of directors, executives, and partners. You may familiarize yourself with it.”

Bona wore a professional smile, as if the stack of documents on the desk—which was nearly half an arm’s length high—were merely a few thin sheets of paper.

Shen Xingchuan hadn’t even processed the fact that she was back to being a junior high student. Thwack! Another massive pile of documents was stacked on the desk.

“This section covers the company’s investment projects over the years. The one on top is a key project from recent years. You may focus your attention there.”

The two lieutenants stepped back in perfect, practiced unison, swearing an oath to Shen Xingchuan like knights: “Rest assured, we will assist you in familiarizing yourself with company affairs as quickly as possible.”

Shen Xingchuan forced a smile: “Thank you both for your hard work.”

A week of private tutoring concluded. To test the learning outcomes, the two good teachers decided to have Shen Xingchuan officially start her job tomorrow to experience the life of a CEO who commands the clouds and rain.

After finally seeing off her tirelessly lecturing left and right guardians, Shen Xingchuan greeted the auntie, who had prepared dinner and was about to leave. After a hurried meal and a shower, she saw it was already ten o’clock.

Rubbing her brain, which was suffering from information overload, Shen Xingchuan went to the study and opened the laptop Bona had brought her. It was hard to imagine that modern computers could be made so thin.

She fumbled around for a while before clicking on a search engine, trying to look up: “What is a CEO like?”

The answers were bizarre. Shen Xingchuan looked at the one with the most likes.

“CEOs are generally young and promising, rejecting greasy old men. Their eyes always hold three parts mockery, four parts coldness, and three parts indifference. They are germaphobes, especially allergic to women. They must have at least one of the following: heart disease, stomach problems, Rh-negative blood, or a mental illness. Their hobby is tasting the bitterness of red wine alone in the dead of night.”

Shen Xingchuan’s brow furrowed: “Has… has the requirement for entrepreneurs by people twenty years later reached such an extreme level?”

Suddenly, an entertainment news pop-up flashed onto the screen without warning.

The bolded headline was eye-catching: Movie Queen Su Sixian Spotted Holding Hands Late at Night with Young Heartthrob Xie Huaian. The Two Share a Passionate Night at a Hotel!

Following it was a blurry, surreptitiously filmed video. Although it was low quality, after the face was intentionally zoomed in, the features could be vaguely identified.

Why is there no sound? Shen Xingchuan searched for the volume button on the video.

“Still not asleep at this hour? Careful or you won’t grow taller, ‘minor’.” Su Sixian, who had returned at some unknown point, leaned lazily against the doorframe. She was still wearing the evening gown she had worn to the banquet.

Caught off guard, Shen Xingchuan accidentally scrolled the wheel, and an electronic male voice instantly filled the room.

“Movie Queen Su Sixian spotted holding hands late at night with young heartthrob Xie Huaian! The two share a passionate night at a hotel! It is reported that—”

Shen Xingchuan kept her face expressionless, her hand quickly clicking the mouse to close the video.

As an actress, even a tiny gesture could be misinterpreted in a thousand ways, let alone for someone of Su Sixian’s caliber. Walking with a child, they’d call it her secret illegitimate son. Walking with a young man, they’d call it the “unspoken rules” of the industry. Walking with an older man, it would be the most scandalous homewrecker plotline.

Watching Su Sixian walk toward her step by step, Shen Xingchuan explained dryly: “It was just a pop-up ad.”

Su Sixian’s raven-like eyelashes lowered slightly, the brilliance in her eyes fading into a silent gray. She poured a glass of water and handed it to Shen Xingchuan, forcing a smile: “Mhm. Take your medicine.”

Guilt surged in Shen Xingchuan’s heart. She felt as though she had failed to maintain the most basic trust toward her partner in a marriage.

“Thank you.” Taking the glass, Shen Xingchuan was about to wash the medicine down when she heard a faint, soft laugh by her ear.

“Want to know the details of that night?”

A pill got stuck in her throat, neither going up nor down. A strange, bitter taste spread from her throat to the root of her tongue. Shen Xingchuan instinctively frowned.

Truly a Movie Queen! That face just now—the expression of being misunderstood but being strong enough to take it—was a Best Performance of the Year contender that could make one wake up at midnight wanting to scream “I am guilty!”

With a breath stuck in her chest, Shen Xingchuan took a sip of water, diluting the bitterness slightly: “I don’t. I respect personal privacy.”

“You already know how to use a computer. Your learning ability is quite strong.” Su Sixian shrugged her shoulders and leaned down to see what she was searching for, looking exactly like a parent monitoring a child’s homework.

“What is a CEO like?” Su Sixian straightened up and sat lightly on the edge of the large desk, looking down at the eye-dodging Shen Xingchuan in the chair.

“For this kind of thing, you should ask me, the Movie Queen!”

Su Sixian propped one hand on the table, her upper body slowly approaching Shen Xingchuan like a beautiful snake that had found its prey but was in no hurry to eat.

She hadn’t removed her makeup yet, which made her bright eyes and long, elegant neck look even more striking.

“Which type do you like? Overbearing, gentle, elegant, celibate…?”

Shen Xingchuan didn’t dare meet those sly eyes and turned her head away: “I was just looking casually.”

“Is that so?” Seeing that she had teased her enough, Su Sixian intended to retract her fangs and stand up. Unexpectedly, her foot slipped, and her whole person tumbled forward. Fortunately, Shen Xingchuan was quick-handed, catching the person falling toward the carpet in her arms. Under the recoil, both crashed back against the chair.

The expensive office chair maintained its excellent function under the violent backward tilt, allowing the two to huddle safely together in the seat.

Su Sixian seemed to have lost her bones. Her slightly flushed face was buried in the crook of Shen Xingchuan’s neck. Shen Xingchuan’s arms were wrapped around her slender waist, holding her entire being in her embrace.

This posture was far too intimate; they looked like lovers in the throes of passion.

The agarwood in the room had long since burned out, but it had thoroughly permeated Shen Xingchuan’s cotton loungewear. She must have just showered. Her skin temperature, rising sharply due to the emotions and the movement, caused the residual tea-scented body wash to burst even more intensely into the air. That familiar woody tea fragrance lingered around Su Sixian’s nose for a long time.

“Did you twist your ankle?”

“No… no.”

Shen Xingchuan held her waist, letting her use her shoulder for leverage to stand up. Su Sixian’s evening gown, which relied solely on a belt, had completely given up after all this tossing. The silk fabric, softly clinging to her smooth skin, slipped down in a direction that inspired fantasies, revealing a seductive area in the center.

Shen Xingchuan quickly averted her eyes, grabbing a document from the desk. Her eyes darted wildly, trying to shift her attention to the black ink on the white paper.

Straightening her robe, Su Sixian managed to reconstruct her psychological defenses in just a few seconds. They were an old wife-wife couple, she had seen all sorts of storms. Looking up, she saw the person’s ears had climbed with a faint blush, and the document in her hand hadn’t been flipped for a long time—she clearly hadn’t snapped out of it yet.

Su Sixian let out a soft tsk: “I never expected you to be so pure at sixteen!”

“I… I’m still a minor! Please show some respect.” Shen Xingchuan grabbed the water in the cup, trying to use drinking to cover her flustered state.

“But…” She suddenly leaned into Shen Xingchuan’s ear, her fragrant lips parted slightly, exhaling a soft scent that felt like a light kiss.

Shen Xingchuan unconsciously made a swallowing motion, not daring to look at that fair area out of the corner of her eye.

“We have already slept in the same bed for twelve years.”

Cough! The water that hadn’t been sprayed out in the hospital was now entirely sacrificed to the computer monitor and the documents.

Shen Xingchuan hurriedly grabbed some tissues, frantically wiping the mess.

Su Sixian stood up, her eyes full of amusement, her lips curling up like a crescent moon.

“The doctor said this medicine helps with sleep. Rest early.”

She walked away as if nothing had happened, hiding her true motives. Su Sixian lay on the bed, recalling her victory just now, and couldn’t help but ask herself.

This is so sinful! How can I treat a patient like this! But, teasing a not-yet-fully-evolved Great Demon King is truly endless fun.

Just as she was planning to get her beauty sleep, the phone on the nightstand vibrated wildly.

Little Dog Xie: “Sis! Your person at home didn’t see it, right! Please remember to explain for me! I’m going to Whisper to sign a contract tomorrow!”

Mirror Mirror: “Unfortunately, she just enjoyed the front-line news broadcast by the paparazzi regarding our ‘one-night stand’ in the study.”

Little Dog Xie: “My side has already started PR! You can’t just leave me to die! Blow some ‘pillow wind’ for me!”

Pillow wind…

Turning off the light, Su Sixian rolled over and looked at the empty side of the bed, thinking about Shen Xingchuan who had been exiled to sleep in the study next door.

Possessed by some ghost, she reached out and patted the pillow next to her. The pillow still carried the unique sweet coolness of the agarwood left by Shen Xingchuan over many years.

Turning over to lie flat, she took a deep breath of the familiar scent spreading in the night air and softly whispered: “Goodnight.”

Early the next morning, Shen Xingchuan, still drowsy from the medicine and bleary-eyed, was pinned in front of the dressing mirror by Su Sixian for a bout of busywork. Su Sixian called it: “Never letting my aesthetics be downgraded.”

“Why do you look like you didn’t sleep well. It couldn’t be that you dreamed of me hooking up with an adulterer in the middle of the night, giving you a bowl of poison to take you out and seize your vast family fortune, right?”

Shen Xingchuan took a deep breath and glanced at the electronic time displayed on the makeup mirror on the table: 05:00. It would be a wonder if she could sleep well!

“I still suggest you turn me into an idiot. Establish an image outside of a partner who accidentally became senile and a wife who never leaves her side. That way, you can indulge in wine and women inside and spend money like water. After all, killing a person and burying the body, then transferring property… for someone from an acting background, it might be a bit difficult, and the risk is too high.”

Su Sixian, while putting on an awkward yet polite smile, wanted nothing more than to beat her to death with a powder puff!

An insult! A blatant insult to her IQ! What’s wrong with actors! We take professional courses too, okay?! Also, partner accidentally becomes senile, wife never leaves her side! Shouldn’t you be crying tears of gratitude?! This life is impossible to live! Another “Daily Desire for Divorce” achievement unlocked!