Chapter 6

After The Old Man agreed, I had no chance to negotiate the divorce with Zhong Yichen.

I knew he’d gotten the news; I thought he’d come to me immediately to bargain.

But days passed, and he stayed in Macau for a long time.

Still, even in the worst case, the law provides a safety net: if a couple lives apart for two years, either party can file for divorce in court without the spouse’s consent.

But I guessed that neither Zhong Yichen nor the Zhong Family would let it go like that.

If he nodded right away, the divorce would be settled in an instant.

So I kept waiting.

That day, he finally pushed open the villa door again.

Pleasantries were unnecessary; he got straight to the point: “If you divorce, you won’t get anything. Acting on impulse?”

Before we got married, The Old Man had only one demand: sign a prenuptial agreement. If the couple ever turned against each other, I wouldn’t take a single cent.

Zhong Yichen refused, but The Old Man wouldn’t budge either.

He didn’t trust Zhong Yichen, and absolutely didn’t want to tie Bangsheng Group’s vast interests to his personal feelings.

Later, Zhong Yichen compromised, using his own funds to set up a trust fund for me.

The trust fund was my personal property before marriage, including cash, stock shares, and real estate. Over the years, through management and appreciation, it’s now worth nearly 8 billion.

Although this 8 billion is nothing compared to the immense wealth of Bangsheng and the Zhong Family.

But back then, it was all the liquid cash Zhong Yichen could muster after the struggle.

I didn’t want any of it at the time, and he smiled and told me, “Compared to men, money is a woman’s greatest confidence.”

He gave an inappropriate example: “Maybe I’ll betray you, but money won’t.”

Closest and yet most distant are husband and wife; no matter how deeply in love, it doesn’t stop us now from glaring coldly, swords drawn.

I looked at him for a long time, thinking of Wen Song, who was like a madman back then.

That first year, my extreme obsession with mental purity made me curse him with the vilest words.

I wanted him dead, wanted him to be run over and torn to pieces the next day.

Why should he destroy all my faith in love and still live so brazenly?

At my most painful, I drove, wanting to die with him, thinking if we both went to hell, we wouldn’t suffer every day.

But when I was clear-headed, I had only one thought.

Fortunately, we have no children.

Fortunately, that child never came into the world.

I looked at him; all the fights had been fought, only calm remained: “You should thank me. From now on, you won’t have to sneak around when you find a woman.”

With a click, he lit a cigarette, looking at me through the smoke: “True, I’ll thank you on Jiamin’s behalf. Making room for her-how generous of you.”

I ignored his sarcasm: “The date is three days from now. I hope…”

He picked up his coat and walked out: “Whatever.”

After opening the door, he paused and looked back at me.

“Wen Song, don’t regret it.”

“But if you do regret it, beg me, and I’ll always soften.”

“After all, we’re husband and wife; no one can surpass you.”