After Divorce, My Ex-Wife Became My Creditor

Han Qian refused to play with Wen Nuan anymore. He couldn’t handle her playful antics and lay on the tatami in his room, staring at the ceiling. The difference between the two bedrooms was quite stark; Wen Nuan had a TV, computer, and smartphone, while Han Qian only had an antique phone.

As he was preparing to sleep, the door opened, and Wen Nuan, dressed in cartoon pajamas, walked into the room. She took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the tatami, complaining.

“Han Qian, I can’t sleep. Chat with me.”

Han Qian covered his head with the blanket, his voice muffled.

“I’m going to sleep. Play games by yourself, watch Boonie Bears.”

“No way! Han Qian, talk to me, or take me to play games. Didn’t you secretly play games at night when we first got married? You bought a computer, so take me to play.”

Wen Nuan shook Han Qian’s shoulder, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness. Han Qian lifted the blanket and sat up, squinting at Wen Nuan.

“Fine, let’s chat. But no gaming tonight. You’re the typical bad player who loves to play. Wen Nuan, is Changxiang really so leisurely now? Don’t you have work every day?”

Wen Nuan shook her feet back and forth, looking at Han Qian with a playful smile.

“Not busy. Since Lin Zongheng returned, he took over all the work. I wanted to stop him, but the board of directors wouldn’t allow it. They said to let Lin Zongheng train for a few months to see if he could handle the president’s position. When I first joined the company, Uncle Lin told the board the same thing, so I can’t really stop him.”

“Aren’t you afraid Lin Zongheng will come back and directly undermine your authority? I heard from Mr. Wen and Mom that the Lin Family has always wanted to monopolize control of Changxiang. If Lin Zongheng shows outstanding ability, you’ll be in danger. At Rongyao, I know their general manager and deputy general manager have a tense relationship, with the deputy trying to undermine the general manager. If Lin Zongheng does the same, any decision you make at the executive meeting will be vetoed. Do you have any confidants at Changxiang?”

Han Qian frowned at Wen Nuan, who shook her head with a carefree expression, then nodded, then shook her head again, scratching her head with a silly smile.

“Seems like I don’t. You know my personality; I don’t like talking to people outside, and I rarely smile at work. Privately, they call me an ice block. Some of Mr. Wen’s confidants support me, but I don’t know how to show them I value them…”

Wen Nuan lowered her head, seemingly a bit lonely and self-reproachful, fiddling with her white toes, lost in thought. As she tried to peel off the band-aid on her foot, Han Qian slapped her hand gently.

“Don’t.”

Wen Nuan stopped messing around, looked up at Han Qian, and pouted.

“I’m unhappy now. You made me unhappy.”

Han Qian lay back down, propping his head with one hand, smiling at Wen Nuan.

“You don’t have much to do now, and I can’t help you. In the future, we’ll solve our problems ourselves. Don’t always bother second uncle and the others; it makes us seem incompetent and always needing their help. Once or twice is fine, but too often, people might resent it. I might collaborate with Tu Xiao soon to earn some benefits.”

Wen Nuan looked at Han Qian seriously.

“Are you working hard to repay me? Han Qian, asking you to repay was just divorce talk. I’m not as smart as you, but I have good looks and a good background. Being dumped by you was hard to accept; it was all talk. Why take it seriously? Tu Xiao is dangerous; second uncle told me several times he’s like an old mad dog. Don’t! I don’t want the money.”

Han Qian shook his head with a smile.

“It’s not as dangerous as you think. Besides, even if you don’t want the money, I need to earn it. Tu Xiao wants to transform and collaborate with Rongyao, and I’m taking the opportunity to fish in troubled waters. Also, for some reasons, I might need to befriend someone like Guan Junbiao. I can’t tell you the reasons yet. I want to see how much I can earn in a year. Are you sure you don’t want the four million?”

Wen Nuan looked at Han Qian seriously, then shook her head after a while.

“If you insist, I want the money. Men change when they have money. I won’t give you a chance to hook up with Yan Qingqing, that vixen. I want to be your creditor! So you have to listen to me. I’m the mistress of this house.”

“Mistress, my foot. Why not let Mr. Wen return to the company? He’s too young to retire.”

“It’s not that simple. Mr. Wen has an agreement with Mr. Lin. Mr. Lin left the company two years early, and after I joined, Mr. Wen stopped interfering in company matters. I didn’t understand as a child, but being with you for a long time made me smarter. I realized how foolish I was before. I hold twenty-seven percent of the shares, and if they fall into the Lin Family’s hands, their shares will exceed fifty percent. Maybe Mr. Lin thought I’d marry Lin Zongheng.”

“Then he underestimated you and didn’t dodge.”

“What dodge? Anyway, the current situation is if I disagree with a company decision, Mr. Wen’s old confidants won’t agree, and the Lin Family can’t execute it. Changxiang’s operation model is different from Rongyao’s, where shareholders don’t participate in decisions, only enjoy dividends.”

“Not bad, you’re not foolish anymore. Since you’re not foolish, I’ll teach you to cook.”

“No, if I learn, you won’t cook for me. I’m not foolish.”

“I’ll teach you to do laundry.”

“I can wash my own underwear. I just ordered a portable washing machine. Take me to play games; I can play simple ones. I’m not going to work tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to play with you. Go, go! Watch your Boonie Bears.”

“Why don’t you ask why I’m not going to work?”

“Is your brain on my neck?”

“Ask me, and I’ll tell you.”

“I’m not asking.”

“Han Qian!!!!”

Wen Nuan moved again, this time directly pouncing on Han Qian. He quickly grabbed the blanket to cover his head, and Wen Nuan punched, kicked, bit, and sat on him, but it only lasted about a minute.

Feeling Wen Nuan had calmed down, Han Qian lifted the blanket to get up, only to find Wen Nuan looking down at him.

Pop!

Wen Nuan’s lips landed on Han Qian’s forehead, and she froze. Han Qian covered his head, yelling.

“You rogue, you stole a kiss from me!”

Originally a bit shy, Wen Nuan got angry upon hearing this, pulled the blanket off, and grabbed Han Qian’s neck, gritting her teeth.

“Taking advantage and… what’s wrong with your forehead?”

“Hmm? There are teeth marks? I don’t see them!”

Han Qian slapped himself, and Wen Nuan’s gaze grew colder. She grabbed Han Qian’s ears and headbutted his forehead!

“Is it Yan Qingqing, that vixen?”

At this moment, Yan Qingqing, who had just returned to bed from the bathtub, preparing to call Han Qian to remind him to get up for the bathroom, suddenly sneezed.

“!! Huh? Someone’s thinking of me? If it’s not my parents, little brat, don’t let me catch you. Am I someone you can think of?”