The man had been holding the divorce agreement in his hand, and he had flipped to the signature page before the nurse came in. After being soaked in water, the signature became blurry.

The man even reached out to wipe the water, but the more he wiped, the more blurred his words became.

He frowned, looking helpless.

Grandpa Ji’s expression changed. “Show me!”

Uncle Jin immediately walked over, took the wet agreement from Ji Shiting and handed it to Grandpa Ji.

“It’s really smudge…” Uncle Jin said.

The agreement was definitely destroyed.

Grandpa Ji was amused. He looked up at Ji Shiting and said, “How coincidental!”

Was this kid pretending? Was he pretending? Actually, he didn’t want to divorce that woman at all!

Ji Shiting frowned, as if he didn’t know his grandpa was suspecting him. “It’s alright. Let Ye Shengge sign another copy.”

He then comforted the helpless nurse, “It’s alright. It’s not your fault. Help me get a new blanket, okay?”

Xiao Chen blushed, nodded and went to get a clean blanket.

Grandpa Ji couldn’t help wondering if it was really a coincidence.

Forget it. Whether it was a coincidence or not, the two of them were definitely getting a divorce.

Grandpa Ji said to Uncle Jin, “Print another agreement and give it to Ye Shengge to sign. Help her move house and ask if she has a place to stay. If not, give her an apartment.”

“Okay, Chairman,” Uncle Jin answered. “Is the duplex apartment in Yonghua Prefecture okay?”

Grandpa Ji nodded and said, “Sure, let’s do this.”

Ji Shiting played with the pen in his hand, looking nonchalant as if he didn’t care about their conversation.

…

Elsewhere, Ye Shengge returned to Qianfan Villa with Sister Xiu.

She stood at the door of the master bedroom, but she didn’t dare to step in. It contained all her sweetness and her greatest nightmare.

Sister Xiu could tell what was on her mind, so she said, “Let me help you, Young Madam.”

Ye Shengge nodded and returned to the second bedroom to pack her books and materials.

Uncle Jin arrived halfway.

Ye Shengge turned around and saw Uncle Jin. She suddenly recalled that Uncle Jin had helped her move to Qianfan Villa when she had moved from Ming Building. At that moment, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, making her want to cry.

The book in her hand was almost deformed.

“Young Madam.” Uncle Jin still called her that, and he looked sympathetic. “The chairman asked me to help you clean up.”

“No need,” Ye Shengge said. “I don’t have much stuff. I’ll be done soon.”

“Do you have a place to stay? The chairman said that if not…”

“I do,” Ye Shengge interrupted.

Uncle Jin was rendered speechless, but he recalled Grandpa Ji’s instructions. He hesitated for a bit and took out a new agreement from his briefcase. “Young Madam, this agreement is two copies. You might need to sign it again.”

“The agreement is for the court. Since when do you need two copies?” Ye Shengge said coldly. “I won’t sign it again.”

She didn’t know what her grandpa was up to, but she knew that signing it once had exhausted all her courage. She wouldn’t sign it again.