Chapter 9: Eight Years of Marriage, Worth Eighty Thousand

Years ago, we'd been a young married couple sitting in a laboratory, dreaming about the future.

Now we sat at opposite ends of a table.

Reviewing agreements. Signing. Affixing seals.

Perhaps even he had never imagined that a divorce and a formal complaint could bury his entire military career.

As I left the office building, the internal forum was buzzing.

Posts hinted at a certain military district major general who had abandoned the wife who'd shared his hard years and appropriated her research achievements, only to face the consequences at last.

I gave them one glance.

Then turned off my screen.

The autumn wind was chilly.

I pulled the collar of my training uniform closer.

This time, Han Yansen was the one left behind.

And I was heading toward a new horizon.

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