The 99th Divorce

Heh, of course not!

They were split personalities so how could they be the same?

However, although that was what she truly thought, what she said was completely different.

Facing Shen Manting’s, Ye Qianqian, without missing a beat replied calmly, “Of course it’s the same. Why should it feel different? You’re still you.”

Shen Manting had no response.

But why did everything feel so weird to her?

Putting the child down, she said, “I’ll get the bag.”

“Sure,” Ye Qianqian finally relaxed and heaved a sigh of relief as she quickly took the kid from her.

When Shen Manting entered the room, Shen Luo’an still sitting in the same position as but with a packet of cigarettes in front of him.

Upon seeing her come in, he seemed to subconsciously hide the cigarette pack but she saw the cigarette between his fingers as he met her eyes.

Shen Manting’s first reaction was the urge to ask him, “Why are you smoking again?”

That subconscious thought had popped up like a conditioned reflex.

She forcibly restrained herself. Her lips moved, but no sound came from it.

Shen Luo’an noticed her action and snuffed his cigarette out. “I’ll stop smoking,” he said.

Shen Manting frowned as panic slowly set in.

The panic sometimes came out of the blue.

She walked into the cloakroom calmly but inwardly, her panic was mounting.

Inside the cloakroom was a closet solely for her bags, and in it were leather bags of many different styles.

Pastel pink, pastel green, pastel blue, black, white…

There were many.

So many.

There was a saying that bags were a woman’s best cure. If that was truly the case, she had enough bags here to cure more than a hundred illnesses!

It was unbelievable!

And these were all hers…

Badum, badum.

Her heart was hammering in her chest.

Shen Manting reached out and grabbed the pink camera bag. When she opened it, she found all her identification documents inside.

Everything she needed was there.

There was even an exquisite-looking wallet that had been made to look like a notepad.

She opened it and there was a wad of cash inside. It wasn’t much—approximately a thousand.

But lined up neatly were several cards.

The cards were of gold, blue, and green colour. Two were bank cards while one was a credit card.

The cardholder’s name was printed at the back of the cards in an elegant font. It read Shen Luo’an.

Shen Manting felt like she was in a dream as she put everything away.

Since when had she started living so well and harmoniously with Shen Luo’an?

Two-thirds of the cloakroom consisted of her clothes as well as a wide variety of bags.

Luxurious skincare products lined her vanity table, and various precious jewellery were displayed.

Her head suddenly began to hurt.

Ever since she had woken up, everything she possessed seemed different from what she had known before the car accident.

Her head throbbed painfully, and Shen Manting held it in both hands as she crouched down and groaned in agony.

When Shen Luo’an heard a faint sound from the room so he immediately stood up and walked in.

He saw Shen Manting crouched down on the ground, and could somewhat guess the reason for it.

He made his way towards her and stopped beside her as he gently asked, “Are you not feeling well?”

She wasn’t feeling well. She wasn’t feeling well at all.

Shen Manting looked up and saw Shen Luo’an.

He was very tall, and he stood against the light.

Surrounded by the heavy shadows, she could see the complex emotions he felt very clearly on his face.

Her eyebrows shot together, and a fury that came from nowhere suddenly bubbled up in her chest. “Did you do something bad while I was unconscious?” she opened her mouth and demanded.

Shen Luo’an was suddenly taken aback by the question.

Shen Manting glared at him, she was seething with anger and as she rolled her eyes, she demanded, “Did you think that material goods would be able to help you atone for all the crap you did before?”