Before he died, my grandfather forced me to marry the richest man in the capital.

After Tang Junyao left, Butler Ji brought a glass of milk to the old man's study.

"Master, why aren't you asleep yet? It's already 8 o'clock. You'd usually be in bed by now. Is something bothering you about the young master?"

"Sigh, this kid is so disappointing. I even pushed him right in front of me, and he still couldn't keep an eye on him."

Butler Ji was even more puzzled. "Since the master is so reluctant to part with the young mistress, why did he agree to the divorce so quickly that night?"

The old man drank the milk and snorted in dissatisfaction, "Hmph, if I don't use drastic measures, I'll see the wife-chasing-after-her-wives-in-a-crematorium scene you're looking for."

Butler Ji laughed upon hearing this, saying, "Old ginger is spicier."

A car with two suitcases and a beautiful woman speeding through the streets of the capital city is quite eye-catching.

The car stopped at the gas station, attracting the attention of other vehicles refueling nearby.

As any driver knows, they can be carefree, but they absolutely need fuel.

Looking at the pedestrians coming and going and the endless stream of cars in the capital, I feel a little depressed, but since I have already made a decision, I will boldly move forward.

Humans experience joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, precisely because they have emotions. If there were no emotions, there would only be separation and reunion, and the word "sadness" would not exist.

Han Yue, who was at the back of the line, noticed the locomotive in front of him.

Arrived at Yixinyuan.

Tang Junyao parked her car next to the green belt of Su Yu's building.

Carrying two suitcases upstairs, I opened the door to the suite and was about to change my shoes when I noticed two pairs of women's slippers already on the shoe rack. Could Su Xue have bought them? That's unlikely; she's not that thoughtful.

Never mind, I'll just wear it first.

She put her things in the guest room, where the sheets were already neatly laid out.

Looking around, all the daily necessities were readily available, even the refrigerator was full of food, and there were many hot and sour noodles and snail noodles on the dining table, with a sticky note next to them.

"You love snail rice noodles, but you can't eat them too often. You can eat them occasionally. I've prepared everything for you. Get some rest and don't chat with Xiaoxue for too long."

She put down the note and smiled. Sure enough, Su Yu was the one who understood her best.

Tang Junyao did indeed plan to pack her things and share the divorce certificate with Su Xue.

She first sent Su Yu a message that said thank you.

Then he took another picture of Su Xue's divorce certificate.

Just a second later, a voice and video call came through. Su Xue looked at the video with excitement. After seeing the surroundings, she became even more excited. "Holy crap, Yao Yao, you've already moved into my brother's place! I'm coming too! Wait for me! I'm going to buy some barbecue so we can have some. You have to share this with me!"

The words were spoken.

The video has stopped.

Tang Junyao on the other end was also helpless; this guy was always like this, always rushing around.

This is huge news, and Su Xue can't wait to know the whole story.

Thinking about this, she forwarded the photo to Lu Jinnan, along with a voice message: "Tell your Mr. Ji that our Yaoyao doesn't want him anymore, it's not that he looks down on our Yaoyao. Let him protect that scheming Miss Tang and live his life well, hmph."

She's not afraid at all; no way she'll let her best friend bully her.

Scumbag, damn scumbag, Su Xue had already cursed Ji Hancheng in her heart to the point that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

at the same time.

The moment Lu Jinnan received the message, he jumped up. He was sitting on the side playing mahjong with his mother.

Since there was no follow-up after his blind date with Su Xue, Lu's mother racked her brains to bring him to women's circles. Whenever Lu Jinnan was free, she would take him out for tea and mahjong.

Over the course of a few days, he had met virtually every mother in the industry.

Lu's mother's actions nearly drove Lu Jinnan insane; her goal was clear: to force him to bring a decent girlfriend home.

Lu's mother scolded him, glaring at him: "What are you doing, making such a racket? What kind of behavior is this?"

Lu Jinnan scratched his head and explained, "Excuse me, ladies, I have something urgent to attend to and need to make a phone call."

Lu's mother added, "Come back after you're done fighting."

"knew."

Lu Jinnan walked outside and, instead of calling Ji Hancheng directly, called Han Yue, "Hey, where are you?"

Han Yue said coldly, "What do you think?"

Lu Jinnan teased, "You have more than just Tiss business, why are you always holed up there?"

Han Yue said impatiently, "Just say what you have to say."

He looked around and whispered, "I've got some explosive news. Buy it or not, it's guaranteed to be amazing."

After a moment of silence, a calm, unhurried male voice came from the other end of the line, "Did Young Master Ji have a fight and start talking about divorce, or is it already over?"

Lu Jinnan: "............" Is there anything else to sell? Is this news so worthless, or has Young Master Ji lost his market value?

Lu Jinnan didn't say anything, so Han Yue hung up without any politeness.

He knew something was up the moment he saw Tang Junyao while refueling the motorcycle. There were two large boxes on the motorcycle; this meant he had brought out all his possessions.

The only explanation is that the two are divorced; they wouldn't resort to such a method just because they were arguing.

Han Yue took a cigarette from his desk, shook it out, put it in his mouth, then crossed his legs on the desk and made a phone call to Ji Hancheng with great interest.

He took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said, "You've divorced Miss Tang."

Ji Hancheng was a little confused by Han Yue's words. They had been arguing these past few days, but they weren't divorced. "No."

Han Yue laughed upon hearing this, "If you have nothing to do, go home and visit your wife. Don't keep making money while your wife is gone."

"What's wrong with you? Business is bad today, you're just bored."

"My business is doing quite well." She hung up after saying that, without caring whether Ji Hancheng could understand it or not.

Ji Hancheng seemed to have thought of something and said to Xu Mingkai, "Go drive back to the Royal Garden."

"Yes, Young Master Ji."

Ji Hancheng urged Xu Mingkai to speed up, "Can you step on the gas a little harder? Haven't you eaten?"

Xu Mingkai: What happened to him again? Did the young mistress offend him again?

With a calm expression, Xu Mingkai pressed down hard on the accelerator.

As soon as the car came to a stop, the man quickly got out. Based on Xu Mingkai's usual observation, it seemed that something was about to happen, so he turned off the engine and followed him inside.

Hmm, what's that smell in this villa? Xu Mingkai only went in for a few seconds before rushing out to catch his breath.

Ji Hancheng, his face grim, covered his nose and walked upstairs. The guest room was clean and tidy. There were no women's clothes in the wardrobe, only the dress and bag he had bought for her, which he hadn't taken with him.

So it's certain that the woman really did move out.

That's impressive, you have guts.

Xu Mingkai took a breath of fresh air, covered his nose and went inside. He opened all the windows and his eyes fell on a red booklet on the coffee table. Driven by curiosity, he reached out and picked it up to open it.

Boom! The divorce certificate.

It's the divorce certificate between the young mistress and the young master. Looking further down, the time is 7:48 PM.

Xu Mingkai: "............"

He remembered that Ji Shao hadn't gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau that night, so how did they get divorced at this time? Was he using a clone technique?

Ever since the young mistress told him about that order number, he and several secretaries in the secretarial office studied the profound meaning of the number.

The current time, 7:48, doesn't it translate to "to be so angry that one dies"? Is it meant to make Young Master Ji so angry that he dies?

He nervously called out to Ji Hancheng, whose face was already freezing cold, "Um... Young Master Ji, this looks like... your divorce certificate." He used all his courage to finish the last three words.

The man reached out his well-defined knuckles and took the notebook, his face visibly grim.

Ji Hancheng gripped the red booklet tightly in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging and his knuckles turning white. He was extremely angry and said coldly, "Go to the Ji residence."