Shang Jue's steps suddenly stopped, and he looked down at her with a stern face. "Do you know what you're talking about?" he asked coldly, his voice low.
Qin Cha met his gaze calmly and repeated seriously, "I said we should get a divorce."
Her tone wasn't asking for his opinion, it was just informing him.
"You can forget about it," Shang Jue replied coldly, carrying her into the hospital room.
Qin Cha frowned, not understanding what he meant.
She thought that since she was willing to divorce him to take responsibility for Shen Mingyue, he should be happy about it.
Could it be that…
Was he still holding onto hope for their unborn child?
She lowered her eyes, hiding the determination in them.
As soon as she was placed on the hospital bed, the doctor walked in.
The moment Shang Jue let go of her, Qin Cha suddenly grabbed the fruit knife from the bedside table and pressed the tip of the blade against her stomach with force, her fingertips turning pale.
The blood flowing between her legs was shocking.
Shang Jue's eyes were fixed on her.
"Go and draft the divorce agreement and sign it, or I'll make sure this child can never be saved," Qin Cha said coldly, pushing the blade in just a little more.
The doctor and nurse were both terrified and hurriedly said, "Please calm down! Don't do anything rash!"
"The patient needs to be examined and treated right away!"
Shang Jue's eyes were filled with anger. His long fingers clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands. His voice was low, with a warning in it. "Qin Cha, do you really have to go this far?"
His whole body turned cold, and the pressure he gave off was so intense that no one dared to speak up against him.
Qin Cha held the knife with a smile on her face, not showing any fear. "You don't have to give me anything. I won't take a single cent from the company. I just want a divorce agreement." She paused and added, "And a guarantee that after the one-month cooling-off period, you'll go to the civil affairs bureau with me to complete the divorce procedures. No backing out. If you regret it, the Shang Group will have me as the executive instead."
Before Shang Jue could respond, Qin Cha turned to his assistant, Li, who had just reached out to him. "Today is August 2nd. Please clear Mr. Shang's schedule on the morning of August 31st and go with me to the civil affairs bureau for the divorce."
Li looked at Qin Cha in surprise. This was the first time that Mrs. Shang, who had always been so obedient, had ever given him an order.
She didn't even want to wait a single extra day during the 30-day cooling-off period.
But she had also completely cut off her own retreat.
Shang Jue stared at Qin Cha with a cold gaze.
Qin Cha remained firm. "You'd better make your decision quickly, or the child may not be able to wait."
She was as heartless as if the child in her womb didn't belong to her.
The doctor was anxious too. This was the first time he had seen such a couple. "Mr. Shang, please decide quickly."
Shang Jue's gaze swept over them, his tone icy and full of gloom. "As you wish."
As he turned around, he threw out an order to Li. "Draft the divorce agreement."
Qin Cha let out a soft sigh of relief, but her head was pounding. Even then, she didn't put down the knife. She didn't want anything to go wrong before the agreement was signed.
The doctor immediately began examining her.
Li moved quickly and had the divorce agreement and the guarantee letter ready in five minutes.
As usual, Shang signed the papers in his office with a strong, decisive stroke of his pen, almost tearing through the page. His cold and stern eyes locked onto Qin Cha as he said, "You still have time to change your mind."
Qin Cha quickly read the agreement, made sure there were no problems, and signed her name under his sharp gaze.
Two copies were made.
Shang's face was cold and gloomy as he walked out of the hospital room. He was waiting for the day she'd regret everything and come back begging him.
Li sighed and tried to reason with Qin Cha. "Madam…"
Qin Cha cut him off. "From now on, I'm not Mrs. Shang anymore. Call me Miss Qin."
Li was speechless for a moment.
"Miss Qin, why are you doing this? You've lost your memory, you have no family or friends, and you're divorcing your husband. How do you plan to live?"
"I'll live however I want. Do I need him to survive?" Qin Cha replied with nonchalance.
When she loved Shang Jue, she tolerated his coldness and his family's hostility. But she couldn't stomach betrayal and suspicion.
Li realized he couldn't change her mind and fell silent.
Quiet settled over the hospital room. Qin Cha let go of the knife, lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and let the doctors examine her.
Her head throbbed, and sudden flashes filled in the missing twenty-one years of her memory.
She remembered everything.
The memories of the past three years clashed with the two decades before, feeling unreal—like a dream she couldn't believe she'd lived.
Qin Cha could hardly believe that she, known as a workaholic who'd die for her career, had ever fallen so deeply in love. Fortunately, she hadn't completely lost herself.
Once the pain eased, Qin Cha opened her eyes and made a phone call.
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Outside the hospital room, Madam Shang's cane struck the floor with fury. "She did this on purpose! She never told us about her pregnancy all these years, and now that she remembers, she flaunts it. She's trying to make me suffer!"
Shang Jue stood by the window, expressionless. His eyes and brows were cold and his lips pressed into a hard line.
Madam Shang glanced at him. "It's better they divorce. She's an orphan with no one, she's not worthy of you! If she turned out to be some criminal, she'd only bring trouble. But the child in her belly is still Shang blood. After it's born, it must come back to our family. She's dead to us."
"That's enough."
Shang Jue's deep, menacing voice cut her off. When he turned, his icy glare made Madam Shang's scalp tingle.
She drew herself up. "I'm just speaking the truth! Do you want Shang blood lost outside the family? How could a woman with nothing raise this child properly?"
Shang Jue was about to answer when he spotted a familiar figure downstairs through the window.
His expression darkened. He called to the bodyguards outside: "Stop Qin Cha at the hospital entrance."
Madam Shang burst into the hallway, but Qin Cha was nowhere to be seen. Panic turned her fury up a notch. She raced after her daughter-in-law, shouting to herself, "That bitch is trying to run off with the child!"
At the same moment, Qin Cha stood at the door, blocked by Shang Jue's bodyguards.
She still wore her hospital gown; her skirt fluttered in the breeze, revealing elegant, bloodstained legs.
The wild edge to her beauty made her look unstoppable.
"You're going to stop me?" Qin Cha's voice was calm.