Chapter 5

Wen Song wanting a divorce was the last thing Zhong Yichen in the Zhong Family found out about.

When he heard the news, he lifted his eyelids and looked at the person who came in: “Are you kidding me?”

Hu Shiqing exaggeratedly said, “Who’s kidding? Even Grandpa has agreed to it. Besides, haven’t you been stirring up chaos at home these past two years just for the divorce?”

“If you ask me, just get divorced. In the end, men always get tired of their wives.” She leaned on the table, scooting closer and whispering slyly, “Kitty is still waiting for you, you know. After all these years, she hasn’t married anyone. If you get divorced, give her a chance~”

Hu Shiqing had always thought of a certain cousin-in-law since she was young, but who knew Wen Song would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

On Zhong Yichen’s wedding day, she was so angry her teeth itched, but she still had to force a smile and give a big red envelope.

Poor Kitty, from then on, turned her grief and anger into strength, rejected all men, and became a career maniac.

Zhong Yichen, with a headache, told her to get out. Hu Shiqing grabbed her bag and stomped out.

As she went out, she bumped right into Zhang Jiamin. Maybe she had overheard their conversation just now, because there was still a hint of a smile lingering on her lips.

Hu Shiqing crossed her arms, smiling, “Wow, your mouth is so wide, you look like a man-eating flower. Are you planning to eat children? Know your place. Even if Wen Song gets divorced eighteen more times, the position of my cousin-in-law will never be yours.”

Zhang Jiamin’s expression didn’t change, her tone gentle: “Then who will it be? Your Kitty? She looks even less qualified.”

Hu Shiqing clapped her hands: “As expected of a mistress, your skin is thicker than a city wall. You’re not even worthy to carry Kitty’s shoes.”

Zhang Jiamin watched her walk out, her gaze deep and distant.

Zhong Yichen sent her to study abroad, bought her a house, and let her live a high-society life.

He was even divorcing Wen Song for her.

Back then it was Wen Song, now it’s her.

If Wen Song could become Mrs. Zhong, why couldn’t she?

Two years ago, she knelt on Victoria Peak, looking at the luxurious villa before her.

At that time, she thought, one day, the doors of this villa would open for her.