Li Fugui knew just what to say. "How about I treat you to a meal at the teachers’ cafeteria?"
"Okay, of course," Tan You said, closing her math competition book. "Shall we go, then? I’ve never eaten at the teachers’ cafeteria before."
"No matter how good it is, it can’t beat your cooking," Li Fugui said frankly. "Does someone in your family own a restaurant? Your skills are really something else."
Tan You smiled. "No, nothing like that. It’s just a personal hobby of mine."
"What a unique hobby," Li Fugui muttered before getting down to business. "Your task is to help tabulate the scores and then enter the data into the computer. Old Yuan from the computer lab is swamped."
"Got it," Tan You said, making an OK sign with her hand. "Let’s go, then. Making spreadsheets? I know how to do that."
What office worker doesn’t know how to use basic office software? And Tan You was an expert among experts.
Inside the computer lab, Tan You’s hands were a blur on the keyboard. Li Fugui stood beside her, mesmerized. "You were hiding this skill, too?"
Tan You continued flipping rapidly through the test papers. "It’s just a matter of practice," she said softly. "I’ll just compile the data from all the tables now..."
Old Yuan was also at a computer, making spreadsheets. His movements were skilled, but compared to Tan You, it was clear he wasn’t nearly as effortless.
Hearing her, he couldn’t help but laugh. "Looks like we’ll have to drag you over here every time we tabulate scores from now on. At your level, Tan You, you could pass the computer proficiency exam without breaking a sweat."
"I’m not worried at all about the computer proficiency test you second-years have to take."
Tan You smiled at Old Yuan. "You’re flattering me, Teacher Yuan. I’m sure I’ll still need your instruction when the time comes."
With Tan You’s help, the work was finished much earlier than usual. She also got to enjoy a free meal at the teachers’ cafeteria. To be honest, it was just a smaller version of the usual mass-produced school food, but Tan You wasn’t picky. Who complains about a free meal?
Since the teachers were all busy analyzing the monthly exam results, Tan You had nothing to do. She was thinking of going out to clear her head anyway, so while everyone else was absorbed in their problem sets, she departed for the task world.
* * *
"Zhu Sha, let’s get a divorce. Shen Mo is back." The moment Tan You regained consciousness, those were the first words she heard.
She froze for a moment, quickly scanning her surroundings. She realized she had arrived at the point in time when Lu Mofeng asks the original owner, Zhu Sha, for a divorce. This was the first time Lu Mofeng had brought it up, but the original Zhu Sha had adamantly refused.
But in a marriage, if one person wants out, a divorce is always possible one way or another. After all, didn’t Zhu Sha and Lu Mofeng eventually divorce through legal proceedings anyway?
In the current timeline, Zhu Sha knew Shen Mo was back and, more importantly, that she was getting along wonderfully with Lu Chenling. The original owner had panicked, cautiously asking Lu Chenling about Shen Mo, only to receive the reply: "You’re not my mom. I have my own mom, and she’s the best."
The original owner was devastated by this and ended up arguing with Lu Mofeng, after which she was served with his divorce papers. But now that Tan You was in her place, she had no intention of dragging out the divorce like the original had.
Seeing the person opposite him remain silent, Lu Mofeng tugged at his tie. "I haven’t mistreated you these past few years... Let’s just part amicably... I told you from the beginning, in my heart, there’s only..."
"Besides, Chenling is Shen Mo’s biological son. It’s better for a child to be with his real mother... I know you’ve done so much for him..."
"Bring me the divorce papers," Tan You said, cutting Lu Mofeng off. "I’ll sign them right now."
Lu Mofeng was taken aback. He never expected his usually gentle and quiet wife to suddenly become so cold. But the thought of getting the divorce as planned and being with his ex-girlfriend filled him with a rush of ecstasy.
As if afraid she would go back on her word, the divorce papers were immediately placed in front of her. Tan You glanced over the terms. They were quite generous, to be honest; Lu Mofeng was being lavish.
"Now that the papers are signed, let’s go get the certificates tomorrow." Tan You signed her name without hesitation. Her feelings on the matter were a bit complicated. ’I’m practically a kid myself, yet I’ve already gotten divorced several times.’ It was a strange feeling, indeed.
"A lot of the things here were bought by me. After we get the certificates tomorrow, I’ll have a moving company come over." Tan You pushed the divorce papers back toward Lu Mofeng. Seeing his stunned expression, she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. "Is that inconvenient?"
"It’s convenient," Lu Mofeng said, snapping back to his senses. "Just let me know when you’re done packing."
Tan You nodded. "Then that’s settled. We’ve both signed the divorce papers, so it’s inappropriate for you to linger here. Please leave, Mr. Lu."
Lu Mofeng hadn’t expected Tan You to be so cold. "Even if we’re separated... we can still be friends..."
"There’s no need," Tan You said, raising a hand. "I have no intention of being friends with an ex. From now on, we have absolutely no connection to each other. I also hope you’ll have the sense to act like a stranger if we ever meet again, Mr. Lu."
She walked over and pushed the main door open. "Please leave."
Lu Mofeng was at a loss, but the joy of finally getting his divorce soon overshadowed the disappointment of her cold treatment. He left, clutching the divorce papers, overjoyed.
After Lu Mofeng left, Tan You went from room to room and began to pack. Knowing that Lu Mofeng was a scumbag and Lu Chenling was an ungrateful brat, she had no desire to let either of them keep anything that had belonged to the original Zhu Sha.
After a thorough round of packing, Tan You had practically scraped a layer of paint off the villa’s walls. The master bedroom and the child’s room were now almost completely empty.
Seeing it was already midnight, Tan You didn’t delay any further and found a guest room to rest in. Even though she was in Zhu Sha’s body, the thought of sleeping in a bed that man had slept in truly disgusted her, especially since he was a complete and utter scumbag.
Besides, she needed to get a good night’s sleep. ’If I don’t rest well, what if that scumbag Lu Mofeng thinks I’m still hung up on him?’
With that thought in mind, Tan You slept exceptionally well that night. When they met at the Civil Affairs Bureau the next day, she was practically glowing.
While she was radiating vitality, Lu Mofeng felt a bit uncomfortable. In his memory, his wife Zhu Sha was a gentle, submissive woman whose style of dress was always very simple.
So how could this sophisticated, elegantly dressed person before him feel so much like a stranger?
Tan You pushed her sunglasses up to the top of her head and glanced at Lu Mofeng’s car. "You shouldn’t keep your ex-girlfriend waiting. The sooner we divorce, the sooner you two can be together officially. Saves you the trouble of sneaking around."
Lu Mofeng’s face tightened. "What do you mean, ’sneaking around’?"
"I’m already being tactful," Tan You said, swinging her handbag. "The fact that I haven’t outright called you a scumbag, her a shameless homewrecker, and your son an ungrateful brat is a testament to my good upbringing."