Stunning Dragon Wife-Chapter 677 - 676: I’ll Sign

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, don’t be fooled by the fact that Jia Lanhua was older than Zhang Xiaoshan, actually, women in their thirties are the most enchanting. At this stage, they are like ripe peaches, one bite and you get all the rich juice, so flavorful. How could a few men not like that sort of woman?

What surprised him even more was that he vaguely knew that the relationship between Zhang Xiaoshan and their Deputy Director Jiang Man was not simple. She too was an extremely beautiful woman, and held a high position, whereas the woman before him was just like a village woman, practically the opposite extremes. Was this not a case of ’polar opposites’?

Director Wang felt envious at this moment.

Zhang Xiaoshan, under Director Wang’s gaze, felt somewhat embarrassed and coughed twice.

It was only then that Director Wang came back to his senses, and said with a chuckle.

"Hehe, take a seat first, I’ll go make you a cup of tea."

With that, Director Wang left.

In the surveillance room, with only Zhang Xiaoshan left, the tension was relieved quite a bit. It seemed that Director Wang did indeed know how to read the room.

However, among those who did this line of work, especially those holding even a minor position, who didn’t have the skill to read expressions and flatter?

In the visiting room, Jia Lanhua couldn’t take the scolding anymore.

She retaliated with a hard slap across Wu Damming’s face.

The prison guard at the door had long noticed the situation and was blatantly taking sides. At this moment, he remained silent, as if he had seen nothing.

Jia Lanhua not only slapped Wu Damming, but also cussed him out fiercely.

"You old fart, watch your mouth. You are the disgrace. I’m with Zhang Xiaoshan, but so what? My life was almost lost for you, and it was Little Shan who saved me. Shouldn’t I be with my lifesaver instead of continuing with an enemy like you?"

"Besides, what’s this about finding the next one? Don’t babble nonsense here. My relationship with Little Shan isn’t as filthy as you think. Don’t you consider that Little Shan is now successful, his career taking off, becoming a well-loved big boss, a big shot. And who am I? I’m just a village woman, an older woman with a weathered face. Even if I threw myself at him, ask around, would he even want to marry me?"

Sitting across from her, Wu Damming was instantly silenced.

In the surveillance room, Zhang Xiaoshan was also baffled.

Well, Jia Lanhua sure was ruthless. While these words seemed to be scolding Wu Damming, they were clearly meant for Zhang Xiaoshan to hear. It was a classic case of cursing by insinuation.

In the visiting room.

Wu Damming, with a hint of guilt, asked Jia Lanhua.

"Then if he doesn’t want to marry you, why did you divorce me?"

Jia Lanhua countered with a question for Wu Damming.

"What am I supposed to do if I don’t divorce you?"

"Aren’t you aware of your situation?"

"Even if you weren’t caught, you’d still be imprisoned for over a decade. Whether you can survive to see the outside world is a question. Even if I was willing to wait for you, could I wait that long? It seems more likely I’d be waiting for your ashes."

"I..."

Wu Damming wanted to retort, but found himself speechless. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

When Jia Lanhua first proposed divorce, he definitely felt furious and angry, but after all, he had been a village chief, and had some basic reasoning skills.

Once he calmed down, he also realized the crux of the problem.

Initially, he himself was at fault, having treated Jia Lanhua very poorly.

Now that Jia Lanhua had come to see him, she was already showing him a lot of respect.

Now that Jia Lanhua was determined to get a divorce, with sound logic, it would seem somewhat unreasonable if he resisted.

Seeing that Wu Damming was somewhat moved, Jia Lanhua played the sentiment card again.

"Don’t worry, we have been husband and wife for several years. To put it bluntly, even if the deal falls through, goodwill remains. You know I don’t have any relatives, and I’ve been following you alone all these years. Now I don’t have anyone anymore, so, on holidays when I’m feeling lonely, I’ll still come and visit you. Consider it celebrating together."

Hearing this, Wu Damming, who had been pretending to be obstinate, trying to maintain his last bit of dignity in front of his wife, suddenly couldn’t keep up the act. His body, which was straight just a moment ago, now slumped, sagging, making him look more decrepit and old, tears unable to be held back anymore, began rolling down.

How did his life come to such an end?

"Lanhua, I’m the one who’s at fault. Let’s just divorce, divorce."

Wu Damming picked up the pen and signed his name on the divorce agreement.

Then he pushed it towards Jia Lanhua.

A few tears also fell onto the divorce agreement.

Jia Lanhua attempted to pick up the agreement but Wu Damming pressed it down.

"What, having second thoughts?"

"No, it’s just that I want you to promise me one more thing."