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“If I acted like a pitiful little hedgehog, I don’t know what sort of bullying I’d have ended up facing.”

Yang Xiaoqiao watched the direction in which Ye Xiong had left, thinking about the scolding she’d just endured, and felt very uncomfortable.

She pulled out her phone, quickly found Ye Xiong’s number, and dialed it. As soon as the call connected, she started cursing up a storm.

“Think you’re so great, don’t you? Feels good to insult others, huh? Actually, you’re just putting on an act yourself. Think you’re something special with money? Think being able to fight makes you great? Don’t think I can’t see through you, you’re just as unhappy as anyone else, pretending to be optimistic when you’re sadder than anyone…”

“Psycho.” On the other end of the phone, Luo Weiwei cursed and then hung up immediately.

Yang Xiaoqiao thought she might have dialed the wrong number, checked her phone, but no, it was the correct number. Why was there a woman answering the phone on the other end?

Ye Xiong hailed a car and headed straight back to the villa.

Upon returning to the villa, he started packing without saying a word.

Auntie Zhang was a bit puzzled, but seeing Ye Xiong’s fuming expression, as if someone owed him millions, she didn’t dare to ask. She thought he had argued with the miss and quietly called Yang Xinyi.

Just as he finished packing and was about to leave, Yang Xinyi came back.

Looking at Ye Xiong, she said somewhat angrily, “You’re moving out, shouldn’t you at least notify me? You even ignore my calls, what are you trying to say?”

“I didn’t bring my phone. Do you have time now? Let’s go deal with the divorce proceedings,” Ye Xiong said indifferently.

Yang Xinyi seemed to have anticipated this response from Ye Xiong, a trace of sadness flashed across her face, but she quickly regained her composure.

“Since you want a divorce, I agree.”

The car headed towards the civil affairs office.

Ye Xiong drove while Yang Xinyi sat in the passenger seat, neither saying another word to each other.

Yang Xinyi’s gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window the whole time, her resolute expression like that of a statue, caused waves of pain in Ye Xiong’s heart.

Recalling the first time they had met alone, atop Tiandu Mountain, Yang Xinyi had looked out the window just like now, the scenes strikingly similar.

The difference was, that time had been at night; this was during the day.

They soon arrived at the civil affairs office, followed the procedure, answered some formal questions, and after completing all the formalities, the two walked out of the hall.

Yang Xinyi took out a check from her purse, one she had prepared earlier, and handed it over.

“This is the additional million stipulated in the contract.”

She had even prepared the check; she couldn’t wait to get divorced from me!

Ye Xiong’s mouth twitched, and he gave a self-deprecating smile.

Originally, he had wanted to invite Yang Xinyi for a meal, to part on good terms, but now it seemed completely unnecessary.

“I wish you find the right one for yourself. Let’s not meet again,” he said.

Ye Xiong pocketed the check—who wouldn’t take money when offered?

He flagged down a taxi and left.

Yang Xinyi had been holding back her tears, but as soon as the taxi drove off, they could no longer be contained, and she squatted down, weeping silently.

Back at the hotel, Ye Xiong entered his office, locked the door, and lay down for a deep sleep.

In the meantime, someone knocked on the office door several times, but he pretended not to hear.

In a daze, not knowing how long he’d slept, he woke up feeling a bit hungry.

As he saw the darkening sky outside, he realized he had slept through an entire afternoon.

Upon opening the door, he found Du Yuehua standing there, an anxious look on her face.

“Ah Xiong, what’s wrong with you, did something happen?” Seeing him emerge, Du Yuehua hurried over, asking with concern.

Ye Xiong glanced at the trash bin next to him, where there was a lunch box. It was evident that Du Yuehua had been waiting for him at the door for a long time. She probably had been waiting from noon until now, worried that something had happened to him, yet not daring to barge in and disturb him, so she had been keeping watch at the door the entire time.

A surge of emotion welled up in his heart.

He walked over to her and hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go for even a moment.

Seeing Ye Xiong like this, Du Yuehua became even more worried, as she had never seen him reveal such a vulnerable side before.

“Ah Xiong, what exactly happened? You’re not answering your phone, and you look like this now. I’m so afraid,” Du Yuehua’s voice was tinged with urgency.

“I divorced Yang Xinyi, and from now on, I’m free. Whenever you want to register our marriage, it’s fine,” Ye Xiong whispered in her ear.

“Really?” Du Yuehua was delighted, but after a moment, her excitement faded and she said, “Ah Xiong, are you upset because you divorced Yang Xinyi? If you’re unwilling, I won’t force you. As long as you’re by my side, that’s enough for me.”

“In my heart, no one can take your place,” Ye Xiong said and then hugged her.

Hearing that he had divorced, Du Yuehua felt unburdened, giving her whole self over to welcome his passion.

…

As he was getting dressed, a check fell out of his clothes unintentionally.

“What is this?” Du Yuehua picked it up.

“Alimony,” Ye Xiong said with self-deprecation.

Du Yuehua had heard about the transaction between Yang Xinyi and him. As long as they divorced, Yang Xinyi would give him an additional million.

Hisss!

She tore the check into pieces and threw it into the wastebasket.

“My man, Du Yuehua’s man, is a real man who stands tall. He doesn’t covet handouts from other women.”

What a domineering statement!

Ye Xiong was so moved he almost cried.

That was a million yuan, how could she just throw it away!

“Why so excited? Once you marry me, billions of assets will be yours,” Du Yuehua said with a gentle smile.

“Just finished being kept by Yang Xinyi, and now it’s your turn to keep me. Is my destiny in this life to be a pretty boy?” Ye Xiong groaned.

Yang Xinyi, weary from a day’s work, returned home. Staring at the empty room, she felt a wave of desolation in her heart as she was the only one living in the huge villa.

Auntie Zhang, the servant, had already gone home, and Yang Xinyi was left alone in the villa. The carefree guy was no longer there, and she found it really hard to adapt.

She pushed open the door to his room, where all of his belongings had been moved out.

Yang Xinyi sat on the bed, recalling every bit and piece between them, and before she knew it, her eyes reddened.

“Wife, I will work hard until the day you fall in love with me.”

“Dream on.”

“If a man doesn’t even have dreams, what’s the difference between him and a dead fish?”

…

His voice kept echoing in her ears.

Yang Xinyi’s tears fell quietly, soon covering her face.

The phone rang; it was Jing Feng calling.

“Xinyi, I’m downstairs at your place. There’s a really good movie that premiered tonight. I managed to book two great seats…”

Jing Feng’s voice came from the other end of the phone.