No wonder Little Naigou didn’t seem like an ordinary gigolo; she had misunderstood.
If she rembered correctly, the special mineral material Si Yuhuan was currently developing for his chips was Silicon Crystal. This was a commodity with no fixed market price, incredibly hard to acquire, and state-controlled.
If I can maintain a good relationship with Little Naigou... wouldn’t my revenge against Si Yuhuan be much easier in the future?
Wan Yu kept blabbering on. Jian Xi, her expression tight, chased her out, "Scram, don’t disturb my sleep. I’m getting a divorce tomorrow."
"All righty!" Wan Yu went back to her room to sleep, grinning with satisfaction.
Jian Xi sighed. Not her dad, not her mom, not even one of her five brothers, nor her closest friends—none of them liked Si Yuhuan. Yet, in her past life, she had been so blind as to believe he was the only one for her.
My brain must have been damaged.
Just as Jian Xi was wondering how to approach Little Naigou, he sent a text ssage: "Sister, I don’t want to destroy your marriage. I simply want to be friends with you. How about we have a al or so drinks together?"
Jian Xi was more than willing, especially since she had an ulterior motive.
Jian Xi: "Have you taken over the family business yet?"
Little Naigou: "Still getting familiar with it."
Jian Xi: "How about I help you soar to new heights and prove yourself to your family?"
Little Naigou: "???"
He wanted to talk about love, but this plot developnt feels a bit strange, he thought.
Jian Xi: "I’ll take all of your family’s Silicon Crystal. You na the price."
The New Year’s money my parents gave and the pocket money from my brothers over the years... if I pool it all together, it should be enough.
Little Naigou: "..."
Little Naigou: "Sister, I want to be friends with you."
Jian Xi: "Isn’t a business partnership more solid than a friendship?"
Little Naigou: "Deal."
Clutching her phone, Jian Xi could finally get a peaceful night’s sleep.
Si Yuhuan, revenge is coming! This ti, it’s my turn to play the ga!
「...」
For three consecutive days, Si Yuhuan hadn’t seen Jian Xi.
Her WeChat, which used to cling to him, sharing every detail of her life almost twenty-four-seven, had suddenly fallen silent.
Not a single ssage, not a single phone call.
All that reached him were scandalous headlines about her flying everywhere.
Finally, Si Yuhuan couldn’t bear it any longer. He had his secretary find out Jian Xi’s whereabouts and drove over to Canglan Villa.
Si Yuhuan was certain she had had enough of her antics and would find a way to apologize, seek his forgiveness, declare her love for him as always, and explain any misunderstandings.
However, as soon as he stepped inside, he heard a lively bustle.
Several unfamiliar, wealthy won were laughing heartily. One said, "Your price is very reasonable; I love it! I never expected soone would sell Canglan Villa, where every inch of land is worth gold. One billion! I’ll pay now. How about a transfer?"
Jian Xi imdiately presented a QR code.
She actually dares to sell the house! Si Yuhuan fud internally.
The next second, a furious Si Yuhuan snatched Jian Xi’s phone away.
He roared at the group of won, "Get out!"
Canglan Villa, worth one point five billion—is she having a clearance sale?! This woman is truly insane!
These wealthy won were sharp; they could tell the couple was having a dispute and quickly scurried away, thoroughly spooked.
No wonder! How could Canglan Villa possibly sell for just one billion! So it belongs to the dreaded Si Yuhuan!
Jian Xi, exasperated, massaged her forehead. "Si Yuhuan, if you’re sick, go see a neurologist! What’s with this tantrum the mont you get back?"
Si Yuhuan was incandescent with rage, his eyes practically shooting fire. "Who gave you the guts to sell my house?"
"How ridiculous! Canglan Villa was a wedding gift from your parents to both of us. It’s joint property. Now that we’re divorcing, I have the right to dispose of it. I never said I wouldn’t give you your share. One billion ans five hundred million each. The bird in hand flew off, didn’t it?"
Her expression was one of pity for the lost money, showing no trace of sadness or heartbreak.
Si Yuhuan was seething.
Jian Xi had already pulled out the divorce agreent and slapped it onto his chest. "Here, sign it. Let’s go our separate ways. Whether you find your white moonlight, your Zhu Shazhi, or so big star in the future, it will have nothing to do with ."
She spoke so casually, making divorce sound as simple as discussing the weather.
Si Yuhuan had never been treated this way. Enraged, he tore the divorce agreent to shreds without even looking at it. "Jian Xi, do you think this marriage is sothing you can enter and exit as you please?"
"Si Yuhuan, rember this: I didn’t force you to marry ; your grandfather forced you to marry ! And I wasn’t the one who called those reporters; your grandfather arranged for them!"
The tears wouldn’t fall from her eyes; instead, they plunged straight into her heart, a dense, surging pain threatening to tear it open.
Whether in her past life or this one, she could never hide her genuine love for Si Yuhuan.
But now, that love was like a sharp knife, stabbing her whenever it surfaced, keeping Jian Xi painfully lucid.
Three years ago, Si Yuhuan had been drugged. Jian Xi stayed with him through the night, only to be ambushed by reporters at his door the next morning.
Pressured by his grandfather’s threats to kill himself and various other factors, including the company’s inability to withstand another major blow, Si Yuhuan had been forced to marry Jian Xi.
At that ti, Jian Xi had believed she was the happiest person in the world.
But it was only after enduring repeated emotional abuse, nearly losing her will to live, that his grandfather revealed the true reason she had married into the Si Family.
A marriage she had entered with such joy turned out to be a funeral she had willingly walked into.
If she hadn’t experienced death, she would never have been able to break free.
Si Yuhuan could clearly see the profound hatred in her eyes. Startled, his pupils contracted. "Divorce? Dream on."
He left with his usual arrogance, a reflection of his proud deanor.
Jian Xi trembled with hatred.
Fine! You won’t divorce? I’ll make you beg to divorce you!
「...」
In the president’s office of Haohan Group.
Si Yuhuan emanated an intimidating, ’stay away’ aura that seed to extend eight feet, making Secretary Yan Qing afraid to approach.
The man irritably loosened his tie and tossed it aside. Even his usually immaculate shirt was slightly disheveled today, with two buttons undone, revealing his well-defined collarbone and causing the female secretary delivering coffee to blush.
Yan Qing spoke awkwardly, "Director Si, your wife just sent an email... It’s a petition to sue for divorce..."
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