No one knew how much time had passed before the storm finally subsided.

Huo Junfeng carried Han Jingyun into the lounge to freshen up.

The moment he pushed the door open and saw He Yanzi standing there with lifeless eyes, the satisfied smile on Huo Junfeng’s face froze.

Han Jingyun showed no intention of hiding anything. She smiled openly and said,
“Welcome to the adult world, Miss He.”

He Yanzi stared at Huo Junfeng, as if unwilling to give up, still searching for an answer—or as if her very soul were weeping, begging him for an explanation.

Huo Junfeng looked at her and said slowly,
“Yanyan, it’s time for you to grow up.”

He neither denied anything nor showed the slightest hint of guilt or shame.

He Yanzi closed her eyes, allowing her heart to plunge mercilessly into a bottomless abyss.

Huo Junfeng wrapped an arm around Han Jingyun and brushed past He Yanzi, heading into the bathroom, leaving her standing there alone.

The lingering scent left behind by their passion filled the air, and a wave of nausea suddenly rose in He Yanzi’s throat.

She wiped away her tears, put on her shoes and socks, and went to the office to sit and wait for Huo Junfeng.

When the two of them emerged from the lounge, Huo Junfeng had already regained the calm, composed demeanor of the CEO of the Huo Group. Han Jingyun, too, had changed completely—from the inside out—into a clean, professional business suit, once again the sharp, elegant, mature career woman.

He Yanzi no longer wanted to ask why Han Jingyun’s clothes were in the president’s private lounge.

Her eyes were red, her voice hoarse.
“I want a divorce.”

Han Jingyun raised an eyebrow and smiled, her eyes filled with disdain and mockery.
“Miss He, you’re twenty-two this year, not two. Do you really think crying and throwing a tantrum like this will make adults give you candy?”

A trace of helpless amusement appeared on Huo Junfeng’s face—the same smile he wore on rainy days when He Yanzi would deliberately pull him along to step into puddles.

“Yanyan, don’t make a scene.”

The sight of his smile stung her eyes. She repeated herself:
“Huo Junfeng, I want a divorce.”

Huo Junfeng sighed lightly.
“A divorce—and then what? Going back to Hong Kong to complain to your father that I bullied you?”

He Yanzi’s nails dug deeply into her palms, yet she felt no pain.

Stubbornly, she said,
“I’m not going back to Hong Kong. I can live well on my own.”

Han Jingyun snorted softly.
“President Huo, you take your time soothing the child. I’ll be leaving first.”

The crisp sound of high heels echoed as the office door opened and closed, disappearing completely.

Huo Junfeng stepped forward and, as he always had, reached out to touch He Yanzi’s head.
“Yanyan, don’t be foolish. If you divorce me and don’t return to Hong Kong, without my protection—how do you plan to survive?”

At that moment, He Yanzi realized she had never truly seen this man clearly.

She no longer wanted to argue.
“You broke your vows and cheated. I will divorce you.”

A flash of dark anger crossed Huo Junfeng’s eyes.
“Say that again.”

She met his gaze and repeated herself.

Huo Junfeng laughed in fury.
“Fine. I’d like to see how you manage on your own.”

He strode behind his desk, pulled two copies of the divorce agreement from a drawer, walked back to He Yanzi, bent down, and signed his name in bold strokes.

He Yanzi signed as well.

Huo Junfeng used the internal line to summon the company’s legal counsel and handed over the signed agreements.
“Take these and process the paperwork.”

Seeing Huo Junfeng’s grim expression, the lawyer dared not ask questions and quickly left with the documents.

Huo Junfeng bent slightly, looking down at He Yanzi.
“There’s a one-month cooling-off period for divorce. But Yanyan, once you’ve signed, you are no longer Mrs. Huo.”

Pain surged in her chest. She clenched her palm even harder, forcing herself to stay awake and clear-headed.

“These past years,” Huo Junfeng said firmly, “I protected you too well. You don’t know how high the sky is or how deep the earth runs. Once you leave the ivory tower, you’ll understand what it means to lose the title of Mrs. Huo.”

“Yanyan, it’s time you learned to grow up.”

He Yanzi bit her lower lip hard until she tasted blood, barely suppressing the questions screaming inside her.

Was this what they called “growing up”?
Accepting a lover’s betrayal, a husband cheating right in front of her—and doing so calmly, without shame?

If that was adulthood, she would rather never grow up.

She had loved the wrong person—she admitted that.
But she would never submit.

He Yanzi lifted her chin high, took the divorce agreement, and walked out of the office without looking back.

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