Sweet Beauty

Chapter 1264: The Woman He Married Has Turned Into Someone Who Has No Heart!

Chapter 1264: The Woman He Married Has Turned Into Someone Who Has No Heart!

At this moment, Han Cihui's heart ached so much that he wanted to dig his heart out. However, he said nothing and simply walked toward the sofa.         

    

The next day, after Jia Qiulian finished packing, she went out with her bag. Han Cihui walked a few steps ahead and followed her. He said lightly, "Let's go to work together in my car."     

Jia Qiulian looked at him and said, "No need, I can take the bus."     

Han Cihui's face darkened and he suddenly stopped. "Jia Qiulian, we haven't divorced yet!"     

Sensing his anger, Jia Qiulian felt a little uncomfortable. She pursed her lips and changed her route, walking towards the parking garage.     

Seeing Jia Qiulian change her direction, Han Cihui's complexion improved a little.     

When they arrived at the company and Jia Qiulian got out of the car, she originally wanted to go upstairs alone, but she felt it was not right. She felt like she was killing a donkey as she stood there waiting for Han Cihui to park the car.     

Han Cihui parked the car and got out. When he saw that Jia Qiulian was still standing there waiting for him, he looked better. He walked towards her and was about to hold her hand when she suddenly turned around and walked towards the elevator.     

Han Cihui sighed.     

Jia Qiulian was standing at the very back when they entered the elevator. She felt that the people in front of her would turn to look at her from time to time.     

This kind of situation happened when she had just married Han Cihui. At that time, no matter where she went, people always stared at her.     

Perhaps at that time, they wanted to see what the woman the Third Young Master of the Han Family married looked like.     

However, the situation had changed.     

Although Jia Qiulian did not know what had happened, she could more or less guess.     

Yesterday, Yao Au had scolded her in front of many people. Although he did not spread the terrible words, others did.     

Jia Qiulian had expected yesterday that the news of her and Han Cihui's divorce would spread throughout the company today.     

As expected, she had to accept the strange looks.     

When she finally reached her floor, she exited the elevator with her bag and went to her seat. Usually, her colleagues would greet her politely, but after she entered, no one greeted her as if she did not exist.     

Jia Qiulian took a deep breath. She took out her laptop and sat down, ignoring everyone else as she worked.     

But the thing was, the more you did not want to care about it, the more the others felt that you were arrogant and guilty.     

Jia Qiulian obviously did nothing but sit in her seat and do her work. Yet someone kept pointing at her and gossiping about her.     

"Oh, I don't have such a good life! Not that I can write novels, write scripts, or acting. All my life, I've lived in a straight line!"     

"Oh come on, you! So what if you can write novels, be a screenwriter, and acting? Does anyone praise you?"     

"That's right! There's no one to praise you, so what are you going to do? Don't say that heaven isn't fair, but you can only have yourself to blame for not having a beautiful face!"     

"Who says I'm not beautiful? I'm already beautiful, okay? I just don't want to do that disgusting thing. If you really want me to climb some director, I can do that too. It's mainly because I don't want to!"     

Jia Qiulian heard the insults and scolding from the crowd and sighed.         

    

It seemed they all did not want to let her do her job.     

Jia Qiulian thought for a moment, then took out her cell phone to call Liang Zixuan. But when the phone was turned off, she remembered that Liang Zixuan would accompany Qin Yu to America today.     

Jia Qiulian stood up and put her laptop in her bag. Without saying anything, she left her desk.     

When those people saw her walking in front of them with a cold expression, they immediately lost their composure.     

"Did you see that?! She really doesn't want to stay here anymore. She wants to climb higher now!"     

"That's right! She already has a new and higher branch, why should she still be hanging here?"     

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I feel sorry for Director Han. The woman he married has turned into someone who has no heart."     

Jia Qiulian finally experienced what it felt like to be the target of scolding. She carried her bag into Liang Zixuan's office. She wanted to talk to Zeng Zhelan and ask her if she could use Liang Zixuan's office for a few days to do her work, but as soon as she entered, she didn't see Zeng Zhelan at all, and the people on the floor started pointing fingers at her again.     

"Hey, Jia Qiulian is here!"     

"Why do you think she came to our floor? Looking for President Liang?"     

"It looks like Jia Qiulian is really going to divorce Director Han! To think that she doesn't know that President Liang has gone to the United States today, it seems like the Han Family doesn't consider her one of their own!"     

"That's right! No matter how close the relationship between President Liang and her is, it was because they're still sisters-in-law. Once she divorces Director Han, she'll be nothing. Who will recognize her then?"     

Jia Qiulian stood there for a minute. She was criticized by these people from beginning to end. Moreover, their words were really hard to bear.     

She clutched the bag in her hand, then suddenly turned around and walked back to the elevator.     

As she stood at the elevator door, the door slowly opened before her eyes. At this point, Jia Qiulian really did not know where she should go.     

It seemed that no matter which floor she went to, she would not be able to avoid this kind of trouble.     

Finally, she took the elevator to the ground floor and left the company.     

Since they would not treat her well, she could just go home. Fortunately, she could do her work at home.     

When she got home, she finally felt calm. As if she was the only person in the world.     

Jia Qiulian took out her laptop and sat down on the sofa to write the script.     

She was so busy with her work that she forgot to eat lunch. If it were not for Han Cihui's WeChat, she might have worked into the night.     

"Where are you?"