Transmigrated as the Mary Sue: The Villainess's Revenge System | Chapter 56 | The Divorce Papers | Novela.app

"General Manager, I’ve placed the proposal on your desk." "Alright, thank you." Today, Que Tang wore a black skirt paired with gold high heels, her long hair elegantly tied back. The fragility she had displayed during her meal with Yu Luoyan was gone, replaced by the reliable image of a high-level executive. She stepped into the office, greeting her subordinates with a gentle expression. Her secretary stood up from her desk to give a report. "Also... another ninety-nine roses arrived today..." The secretary gave a strained smile. "Please handle them for me. Just give them to the female colleagues in the office," Que Tang said with a silent pause and a bitter smile. "By the way, you don't need to ask me anymore; you decide how to handle them. Or just have the security downstairs stop the delivery person—tell them to reject any flowers addressed to me from now on. Also, for any future meetings with Mr. Song, I’ll arrange for the Sales Coordinator to go instead." The secretary nodded, feeling a sense of pity for her superior, who was inexplicably caught in a love triangle. Once inside her office, Que Tang sat down and frowned at the proposal. Since the previous General Manager had been headhunted, the Asian branch was temporarily without a high-ranking head, so she had been sent to oversee things and handle the partnership with Song Aotian. Realizing she was supposed to return next week, she flipped through a few pages but found herself with no heart to continue, eventually closing the folder. She stood up and walked to the window, gazing down at the heavy traffic of the city below. "Wait—Miss, you can't go in without an appointment! Miss!" The secretary's voice drifted in from the door. Que Tang turned around just as the office door was flung open. Yu Luoyan, dressed in a nude-colored dress with a look of displeasure, was pushing past the secretary. "Michelle, it's fine. Please let the lady in," Que Tang said quickly, sparing her secretary from an awkward scene. Michelle immediately let go. Yu Luoyan marched into Que Tang’s office with aggressive momentum. "General Manager..." The secretary looked at her worriedly. "It's alright. Could you please brew a cup of black tea for this lady?" Que Tang calmed the secretary with a smile, then called out to her again, taking a tea tin from her drawer and handing it over at the door. "Use this tea bag. And remember, knock before you come in." The secretary nodded and hurried to the breakroom. After closing the door, Que Tang took a deep breath against the wood, then turned around with a complex smile and invited Yu Luoyan to sit on the guest sofa. Yu Luoyan sat stiffly in the middle of the three-seater sofa, her expression grim. Que Tang chose the single-seater sofa furthest from her. "Mrs. Song... is there something I can help you with today?" "What did you say to Song Aotian that day? Why is he so adamant about divorcing me?" Yu Luoyan pulled a stack of documents from her black handbag and threw them onto the glass table. The papers scattered across the surface, some sliding onto the floor. Que Tang frowned in confusion, leaning over to pick up a sheet of white paper. She stared in shock at the heading. "Divorce Agreement?" "Yes. He’s actually trying to divorce me, regardless of the cost." Yu Luoyan’s expression was hideous. "Later, I sent people to audit his assets. Very good, Song Aotian. In the few years he’s been married to me, he’s used our family’s reputation to invest in many companies under his own name. He even... secretly acquired a significant amount of Song Group stock. He’s now the third-largest shareholder. How could he do this to me?" Her sharp nails dug into her palms, her resentful eyes turning slightly red. "Mrs... Mrs. Song..." Que Tang was stunned. "Tell me, is he divorcing me just to marry you? Tell me!" Yu Luoyan suddenly stood up and rushed at Que Tang, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her violently. Not a trace remained of the elegant socialite who usually appeared in the media. "Mrs. Song... please, don't be so agitated..." Que Tang was shaken until she felt dizzy. It wasn't until the secretary, having knocked for a long time without a response and fearing something had happened, ignored Que Tang’s instructions and opened the door. Seeing her elegant, gentle, and approachable boss being bullied, she rushed in to intervene. Once the scene finally settled into a semblance of calm, Que Tang poured them both some herbal tea. She picked up the documents the secretary had carefully organized and read them thoroughly. The clauses detailed the distribution of their assets. As Que Tang read, her frown deepened. What a total scumbag... He was actually using the waiver of alimony that Yu Luoyan’s family had made him sign before the marriage as a weapon. He also claimed his personal assets did not need to be redistributed with Yu Luoyan. He didn't even stop to think about where his money came from. And he actually had the gall to demand stocks based on his "hard work" for the company over the years. With an expressionless face, Que Tang crumpled the agreement that the man had already signed. "Finished reading?" Yu Luoyan’s eyes were red, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall, glaring at her. "Didn't you tell me you broke up with Aotian? Didn't you say you were going back to your country? Why are you still coming between us?" "Mrs. Song, I really haven't..." "Do you have any idea? He’s all I have left." Yu Luoyan gritted her teeth as she looked at her, tears finally falling uncontrollably despite her attempt to show no weakness. "When he was courting me, he held me in the palm of his hand. He was gentle, considerate, and paid attention to every detail of my life. But after we got married, the first year passed, then the second... he started becoming impatient. He came home less and less, saying he’d rather live at the office to work. Every time we argued about it, he’d say everyone looked down on him for being a man who climbed up by relying on a woman." "Is that my fault? It’s a fact that his current status is thanks to me, so what’s wrong with that?" Yu Luoyan questioned Que Tang as if she were Song Aotian. "Does he dare to ask his own conscience if he didn't marry me for exactly this outcome? Now that he’s made a fortune off my family, he wants to kick me aside? But... the most pathetic thing is, even like this, I still love him..." She finally lowered her head and sobbed. "For him, I distanced myself from my old friends. I didn't dare invite them over, fearing they would judge Aotian and make him unhappy... and I was afraid people would say he only got promoted because of my connections, so I withdrew from the company's management to focus on being 'Mrs. Song' at home." "But what did I get? He calls me arrogant and overbearing, says my character is poor, and wants to divorce me..." "Mrs. Song..." Que Tang couldn't bear to watch. She moved to sit beside her and handed her a couple of tissues. But Yu Luoyan didn't take them. Instead, she looked up and grabbed Que Tang’s hand, her face tear-stained as she desperately pleaded for her agreement. "Please don't take Aotian from me, okay? Look at how excellent you are; you became the Vice President of this company on your own. But I have nothing. Aside from the name Yu, I have nothing left... only him..." "Mrs. Song, I truly have had no contact with Mr. Song..." "You're lying." Her expression suddenly became terrifying. "If there’s no contact, why does he send you flowers every day? I’ve checked his bills." Looking at the wife before her who was on the verge of a breakdown, Que Tang truly couldn't stand seeing a beautiful girl roughly her own age being tortured by marriage like this. Frowning, she reached back and held Yu Luoyan’s hand. "Mrs. Song, calm down first and listen to me, alright?" Her voice was steady and gentle, soothing her. She looked directly into Yu Luoyan’s eyes with total sincerity. "Believe me, I will not have any further entanglements with Mr. Song. But Mrs. Song, if you want to win back someone's heart, you must first learn to love yourself." She reached out her right hand and, with a gaze as focused as if she were looking at a lover, carefully wiped away the tear tracks with a tissue. Yu Luoyan was so flustered by her gaze that her face flushed, and she forgot to cry. "I remember there’s the character 'Yan' in your name, right? In the dictionary, it means beautiful and wonderful. You are still so young and beautiful; shouldn't you have a life of your own?" Que Tang’s low, seductive voice spoke words of praise, making Yu Luoyan nod as if under a spell. "But... what should I do?" She was at a loss, clinging to the person before her like a lifeline, forgetting that Que Tang was the very catalyst that had exposed their marital problems and pushed them to the point of no return. "Mrs. Song, start by changing your life." She reached out and pulled the noticeably old-fashioned hairpin from Yu Luoyan’s head, letting her beautiful hair fall loose. "See? Doesn't this look different?" She gripped her hands tightly again, using the "Believe in Me" technique typical of invincible protagonists in hero novels. "Your life isn't just about your husband, as you say. At the very least, and most importantly, you still have yourself." "But, he wants to divorce me..." Yu Luoyan was still too panicked to fully process it. "Mrs. Song... Luoyan." Que Tang looked at her earnestly. "As long as you don't sign, you cannot be divorced. So calm down and give yourself some breathing room." "Miao. Favorability of the female supporting character toward the host +20. Current favorability: -80." "...All that talking and it only went up by twenty. And the male lead's favorability toward the supporting character is still negative," Que Tang wailed internally. "So I can't just leave the country and wash my hands of this. I have to stay and start a 'Supporting Character Makeover Plan,' don't I?" "That's right, miao~" "But this man is so scumbag-ish that I really want to destroy their marriage. And I don't believe for a second that he hasn't cheated with anyone else besides me," Que Tang analyzed coldly. "To the male lead, those physical flings are just outlets, miao. Only the heroine played by the host is his true love, miao." Little Mushroom chewed on a dried fish snack before adding, "If the host doesn't want to see them reconcile, there is another way, miao~" "Enough, I don't want to hear that 'other way,'" Que Tang refused firmly. "Go eat your fish. And your belly is back to dragging on the floor again. Fat cat." "Miao-woo~" Feeling the warmth on the back of her hands, Yu Luoyan’s panicked and angry heart seemed to settle. She looked into Que Tang’s gentle eyes and seemed to understand why Song Aotian would fall for her, even to the point of divorcing her. Because someone this considerate... even she couldn't truly hate her. "I... I understand. You will keep your promise and return to America, right?" Yu Luoyan nodded in understanding, while not forgetting to confirm Que Tang’s departure. "Mrs. Song..." She gave a bitter smile. "Rest assured, I will not appear before you two again." Yu Luoyan nodded. As long as Que Tang didn't appear again, she was sure she could win Song Aotian back. ***