Chapter 8

Luo Ying lamented in her heart about the difficulties that lay ahead of her. She scratched her nose in embarrassment and tried to change the subject. “Ah! Hahaha, so something like this happened. Why don’t I remember?”

Lu Zhao didn’t bother to discern whether she really forgot or pretended to forget. He took the first aid box from Zhang and took out the iodophor from inside. “I’ll wash your wound first. It’ll hurt a little, so bear with it.”

Luo Ying said in a low voice, “Okay.”

Lu Zhao originally thought that Luo Ying would definitely fidget during this process, but he didn’t expect that, in spite of her delicate appearance, she didn’t make a sound during the process of treating the wound.

He clearly saw her gasp in pain several times, but she still didn’t cry out in pain or flinch. This made Lu Zhao gain a little respect for her, and at the same time, his impression of Luo Ying was refreshed.

By the time the wound was treated, Zhang had already finished cooking the noodles. The finely cut chicken was served with broth, refreshing side dishes, bean sprouts, and shredded cucumber. A bowl of hot chicken noodles was ready.

Considering Luo Ying’s previous appetite, Zhang only gave her a bowl that was just slightly over half-filled. The bowl in front of Lu Zhao was a full, hearty serving.

When Luo Ying saw the difference, she unhappily pouted and complained, “Zhang, you’re biased. Why did you give him so much and me so little?”

Zhang had seen her send bowls flying before and thought that she was unhappy and was going to make a fuss again. She rubbed her hands nervously and didn’t know what to say.

Lu Zhao waved her off, then personally switched their bowls. “Alright, let’s eat”

Luo Ying looked at the bowl full of noodles in front of her and smiled very happily, but she playfully remarked, “You’re eating so little, won’t your stomach rumble at night? Why don’t you have mine?”

Lu Zhao, who wasn’t hungry to begin with, looked up at her. “Sure, let’s switch then.”

Luo Ying immediately shut up and quickly picked up a bowl of noodles with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. “Ah, too late. I’ve already eaten, so I can’t give you this bowl of noodles.”

Lu Zhao could only helplessly shake his head at the rascal.

After finishing their meal, Luo Ying also took her phone and sat on the sofa.

First, she blocked all the messages and video calls from Tian Tian, who was losing her mind. Then, she tried her best to search for any information related to the original Luo Ying.

Although she had read the novel, she needed more firsthand details. She had to get used to this body and the surrounding environment as soon as possible.

Lu Zhao came out of the study with a document in his hand and placed it in front of Luo Ying. “Take a look. If there are no problems, sign it.”

Sigh, she still had to deal with this matter.

Luo Ying sighed. She put down her phone and picked up the divorce agreement. After reading it from beginning to end, she raised her eyebrows. “You’re this generous to such a treacherous, wilful wife!” Her tone was so casual, as if she was referring to someone else.

Lu Zhao did not elaborate any further and spoke lightly. “I’m giving you everything that I ought to give you.” Then, he handed her a black pen and said, “If there are no problems, please sign your name.”

Luo Ying was puzzled. He was such a good man, but the original Luo Ying did not even spare him a glance. How was she this blind?

“But I don’t want to sign it.” Luo Ying didn’t take the pen in front of her. Then, she used force with both hands, and the agreement was torn into two halves in the middle. Then, she folded and tore it in two, and it became four pieces.

“What are you doing?” Lu Zhao thought she was messing around again, and a hint of anger flashed across his eyes as he warned her in a dangerous tone.

“Luo Ying, my patience has a limit.” Don’t test me again and again. I am not sure what I would do.

“I’ve told you so many times just now. I don’t want to sign this. I don’t want to divorce you.” Luo Ying looked at him with a serious face.

Lu Zhao’s voice was cold. “You were the one who wanted a divorce, and now you’re also the one tearing up the divorce agreement. Luo Ying, what do you take me for? Am I someone expected to come to heel when you call, just as casually as you would send me off?”

Luo Ying threw the agreement on the table. “I’ve told you just now. After my near-death experience, I’ve thought it through. You’re the one I want to cherish, so I don’t want a divorce.”

Lu Zhao’s face darkened, and he stared at her for three seconds, then turned back to the study. “I’ll get the lawyer to prepare another agreement. You should think it through as soon as possible and sign it. It spares everyone a lot of pain.”