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"Is that even possible? How could they have managed to transfer all the assets back to the country in such a short

span?"

While Ziyue still held onto a hint of doubt, deep down, she couldn't deny the creeping sense of truth.

Yichen's expression turned solemn, "If we don't mind the losses, two months will make it."

"Two months??"

Yichen nodded pensively.

Ziyue's gaze shifted downward, her hand gently pressing against her forehead as she contemplated. The surge of

emotions within her was indescribable.

She thought the divorce agreement and property division were the utmost secrets Muchen had concealed from

her, yet little did she know that an even greater revelation lurked beneath the surface.

Muchen had always been a cautious and meticulous person, and she knew that better than anyone. Yet, she never

fathomed the extent of his meticulousness, the depths of the secrets he had kept hidden from her.

It was as if each action, one after another, was a last-ditch effort, a culmination of his careful planning. As each

piece fell into place, it became increasingly difficult for Ziyue to come to terms with the weight of it all. While she

comprehended that these actions were born out of necessity, the sheer accumulation of everything made it hard

for her to digest it immediately.

Noticing Ziyue's perturbed expression, Yichen briefly glanced at Ke before saying, "Um, Mrs. Qin?"

Ziyue withdrew her hand, adjusting her posture as she weakly leaned back in her chair. She questioned, "Didn't you

refer to me as Ms. Ziyue the other day? What's with the sudden switch to Mrs. Qin?"

Yichen looked visibly embarrassed, realizing he had just grown accustomed to addressing her that way.

Moreover, Yichen knew it wasn't Muchen's heartfelt intention to divorce Ziyue. But as a lawyer, he had to follow

specific procedures to dissolve their marriage legally.

On the other hand, Ke had no idea that Muchen and Ziyue were already divorced, and her eyes were filled with

confusion, "What are you talking about?"

Ziyue turned to look at Ke and smiled, "Muchen and I have divorced."

"What?"

"Perhaps it's a bit hard to understand right now. Even I was a bit puzzled when I first found out."

Ziyue didn't dwell on the question.

She massaged her slightly sore neck and leisurely continued, "There's no need to wonder why we can't reach

Chuan. Some crook from Country J must have been itching to make a move. It's no surprise that a burglary

happened in the villa last night. They must have already known that the LK headquarters in Country J is a sham."

The person who broke into the villa last night was probably there to gather intelligence. After all, those motivated by

self-interest would never believe that Muchen, who was wealthy and influential, would give all his assets to a

woman.

She was now no longer Muchen's wife but his ex-wife.

Ex-wife? The word felt foreign to Ziyue.

She stood up and brooded, "I think I have a handle on the situation now. You two can decide who will go to Country J

to find Chuan. Come back to me with your findings. After all, I'm your boss now."

Yichen and Ke watched Ziyue walk towards the door. Her steps were light, but they could feel the air of resentment

in each stride.

After all, one couldn't blame Ziyue. It would be hard for any woman to discover that the husband had hidden many

things. And to think he even hid the divorce...

Ke didn't dare to stop Ziyue from leaving as she seemed visibly upset.

She whispered to Yichen, "Did the boss and Ms. Ziyue really divorce?"

"Well, I was the one who handled it. Do you think it could be fake?" Yichen furrowed, wondering why they were

whispering when Ziyue had already left the room.

Ke thought for a moment and didn't know what to say.

...

After Ziyue put Zixi to sleep that night, she drove to the Lumiere Jade House for a drink.

There was a bar situated on one of the floors that she had never visited before.

In the past, whenever she dined or attended gatherings there, they would always be in private rooms with familiar

company.

From a practical standpoint, Muchen's decisions weren't entirely unjustifiable.

Nevertheless, she couldn't help but feel a sense of... resentment.

Perhaps Muchen kept it from me to spare me from unnecessary worries, or maybe he was afraid I would create

unnecessary trouble.

Ziyue recognized Muchen's formidable nature as if he could handle anything. But in a marriage, wouldn't the

person grow weary if shouldered all the burdens for an extended period? Was she a burden to Muchen?

He was alive, yet he refused to reveal himself to her, not even once. Even though he had disclosed his survival to

Ziyue, she couldn't help but feel uneasy without being able to see him in person and ensure his well-being.

Ultimately, Muchen's choice left her deeply worried about him.

Seated at the bar counter, Ziyue cradled the glass with her slender and graceful fingers. Her touch on the crystal-

clear glass exuded an aura of sophistication.

Tipping her head back, she swiftly consumed the ember liquid, then gently set the glass on the counter with a

resonant clanging sound. She requested, "One more, please."

The bartender, familiar with her, looked at her with concern, "Mrs. Qin, this particular beverage packs a punch. You

may get intoxicated if you go overboard."

Already feeling a tinge of tipsiness, Ziyue smacked on the counter and responded defiantly at the bartender, "What

'Mrs. Qin'? Call me 'Ms. Ziyue'! I'm the boss here! I asked for one more, so do as I said!"

After saying that, she acted like a daredevil, slamming the glass on the counter. The glass shattered, and she

injured her hand in the process.

Ziyue winced at the sharp pain.

The bartender, taken aback by the commotion, quickly grabbed a band-aid and handed it to her. Ziyue accepted

and put it over her wound with a smile, "Thanks. Can I have another drink, please?"

Realizing there was no stopping her, the bartender let out a sigh and made her another one.

Just then, two people observing her from a distance walked up.

"Hey Ziyue, didn't expect to see you here!"

Caught off guard by the mention of her name, Ziyue turned her head and saw a face that struck a chord of

recognition mixed with unfamiliarity. After a momentary pause, she pointed at him and said, "Oh, Gong Zeyang?"

Ziyue was caught between a hazy state of mind and sobriety, struggling to recollect any memories of Zeyang.

Zeyang, noticing her recognition, beamed a triumphant smirk and winked at his silent companion, who responded

with an approving thumbs-up.

A few days ago, rumors swirled about Ziyue potentially becoming the wealthiest woman in town. Since Shuzhe's

imprisonment and tragic demise, Zeyang had been leading a lackluster and penny-pinching life. Now that Muchen

was presumed dead, Ziyue was set to inherit his substantial fortune.xo.com fast update

With an unimaginable amount of wealth at her disposal, she could live a life of luxury for generations. If, at this very

moment, Zeyang could reignite Ziyue's feelings for him, he wouldn't have to worry about financial woes ever again.

With that intention in mind, he sat down next to Ziyue. In a gentle and empathetic tone, he asked, "Why are you

here drinking alone? Are you burdened by thoughts about Muchen's condition?