C9 Get a Divorce!

“Uh... Linyue...” Yann Qiai hesitated, turning to Qii Linyue, trying to explain, though she herself wasn’t sure how to begin. However, Qii Linyue didn’t even glance at her and walked away.

The rest of the meal was surprisingly silent, with only Linyue’s parents chatting warmly. Yann Qiai pretended to respond enthusiastically, and occasionally, Linyue and Yan Zhimo would chime in with a few words.

“I’m leaving now.” After the meal, Yann Qiai first said goodbye to Linyue’s parents, then cautiously bid farewell to Linyue.

“Okay, take care on your way,” Linyue replied before turning to head upstairs to his room.

Yann Qiai exited the family’s villa and was about to call her driver when a white Porsche Cayenne pulled up in front of her.

“Hop in, I’ll take you home.”

“No need, Director Yan, I can get home myself,” Yann Qiai immediately declined.

But the next moment, she found herself getting into Zhimo’s car because a text popped up on her phone from Linyue—divorce within three days, or our contract ends.

“When are we getting divorced?” Yann Qiai asked from the passenger seat, turning to look at the man’s handsome profile. Once, she had longed to sit beside him, admiring his driving with starry eyes. But now, she felt nothing.

“Since you don’t have feelings for me, we might as well end this sooner and let each other go,” Yann Qiai continued when Zhimo remained silent. “Why don’t you just sign the papers? It’ll save us the hassle of legal procedures.”

“After all, divorce requires a personal court appearance. You’re so busy, where’s the time? Plus, if the media catches wind of it, things could get messy, right?”

Yan Zhimo remained silent. Just as Yann Qiai was growing impatient and about to speak again, Yan Zhimo suddenly turned his face, staring coldly at her for a few seconds before turning away and saying slowly, "Don't think you can just walk away after cheating on me. It's not that easy!"

"You—" Yann Qiai was nearly faint with anger. Back then, after she got married, wasn't it Yan Zhimo who had been unfaithful to her?

"I'm telling you, you'll pay me back slowly. You can't just leave so easily! I'm Yan Zhimo, not someone you can toy with and toss aside like a stray cat or dog!"

With that, the car made a sharp turn and headed in another direction. Yann Qiai was momentarily stunned, unsure of where Yan Zhimo intended to go, but after five minutes, she recognized the route to his villa. It was where she had spent her brief "married" life.

"Stop the car, I want to get out," Yann Qiai demanded firmly. But Yan Zhimo ignored her, locking the doors and speeding up instead.

"Yan Zhimo, you..." Yann Qiai was too exhausted to be angry anymore.

"You've already called me a rogue and a beast..." Yan Zhimo said leisurely, "I might as well live up to those names, right?"

With that, the car screeched to a halt in front of the villa's gate. "Get out," Yan Zhimo said as he got out and opened her door. But Yann Qiai didn't move; instead, she pulled out her phone to call her driver.

"Ah—" In the next moment, Yan Zhimo snatched her phone and tossed it into the fountain with a splash!

"Why get out? This place has nothing to do with me anymore," Yann Qiai said coldly. "I'm leaving now. Either take me back or call a driver for me."

"Didn't you want to get divorced immediately?" Yan Zhimo suddenly said.

"What?" Yann Qiai looked up, surprised.

"Come inside with me, get the marriage certificate, and then we can get divorced," Yan Zhimo said coldly. "How can we divorce without the marriage certificate?"

Yann Qiai was taken aback, then quickly jumped out of the car.

"Let's go."

Yan Zhimo's face was as dark as a stormy sky.

As they pushed open the door to the villa, the familiar setup came into view. Yann Qiai felt a wave of heartache. She wished she could hug her younger self from five years ago or give her six-year-ago self a good shake for being so infatuated with Yan Zhimo!

For Yan Zhimo, she had willingly put aside her responsibilities as the heir to Yann's Group, abandoned her career, and stayed home every day to clean and cook every meal for him. She would wake up two hours early to prepare breakfast, just so he could sit at the table, take a couple of bites, nod at her, and then head off to work.

She was willing to give everything just for him to glance her way!

Yann Qiai closed her eyes, feeling that if she thought any further, tears would start to fall.

"Where's the marriage certificate? Bring it here, and let's get the divorce," Yann Qiai said coldly.

But Yan Zhimo stood leisurely in place. "In such a hurry to get divorced? In such a hurry to jump into another man's bed?"