Chapter 3: Divorce

Gong Jie rushed over to find Cheng Zhong Ting because a project had encountered some unexpected issues. Chi Huan glanced over there a couple of times, and Cheng Zhong Ting's completely indifferent attitude made her lose all hope in him.

In the morning, Ning Xiao had asked her if she still wanted to salvage the situation, but it was clear there was no saving it!

After the waiter had set the table for more than half an hour, Gong Jie left, and Cheng Zhong Ting finally had time to eat.

Feng Yulu didn't like Chi Huan; seeing her put her in a bad mood, so she didn't stay long after the meal and left.

Before leaving, she reminded Cheng Zhong Ting, "Remember to arrive early tomorrow night."

Cheng Zhong Ting nodded, watching his mother walk to the door before sitting down again.

By then, Chi Huan had finished eating, put down her utensils, and wiped her hands with a wet towel: "It's time to go to work, I'll leave first."

"Did you have a conflict just now?"

His attention wasn't here, he only vaguely felt that his mother had been lecturing Chi Huan.

"It's not that I wanted to conflict with her, it's that your mother doesn't like me."

Chi Huan said flatly, already standing up with her bag.

Her words made Cheng Zhong Ting slightly frown.

Seeing his expression, Chi Huan guessed he probably thought she was now answering back, completely different from the past.

Indeed, she no longer wanted to be the person who swallowed her anger and always considered others' positions; twenty-five could also be a rebellious age.

But being inexplicably scolded by Feng Yulu made her quite irritable, and this wasn't the right time to talk about divorce.

She would talk about it when she got back tonight.

She was leaving, and Cheng Zhong Ting didn't stop her, just waved his hand to indicate she could leave as she pleased.

Chi Huan walked outside, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, took a deep breath, and thought she shouldn't have come at noon.

Madam Feng didn't like her, and she didn't like Madam Feng either.

In the past, she respected her, entirely because of Cheng Zhong Ting.

Chi Huan had once thought about being a good Mrs. Cheng. But that was all in the past.

More than twenty minutes later, back at the bank, Chi Huan went to the pantry to make coffee and ran into Ning Xiao again.

To say she ran into her, it was more like Ning Xiao was deliberately waiting for her there.

"Did you find Cheng Zhong Ting?"

"Yes."

Chi Huan drank most of her water, looked up at her, "Had lunch with Madam Feng, wasn't in the mood to talk business."

Ning Xiao knew Feng Yulu, strong and picky, never gave Chi Huan a good face since she married into the Cheng family. Every time they met, her words were either sarcastic or mocking, impossible to get along with.

Probably Chi Huan had been scolded by Feng Yulu at noon again, didn't look in a good mood, Ning Xiao put her arm around her neck: "It's okay, don't be upset about this kind of thing, I'll take you out to relax tonight."

Chi Huan smiled: "I'm not good at drinking."

Just as she was speaking, her phone in the bag rang.

Taking it out, it was a transfer notification, just now, Cheng Zhong Ting had transferred 5 million to her bank account.

Chi Huan calmly looked at the string of numbers, her eyes showing no emotion.

So Cheng Zhong Ting thought she went to see him today just for the money?

But it's not his fault, she was the one who had vowed not to take his money, and she was the one who spent the tens of millions on that card. Feng Yulu thought she married into the Cheng family for money, it seemed only natural for Cheng Zhong Ting to think so too.

"Take it if he gives it to you,"

Ning Xiao said, "You're getting divorced anyway, take as much of the dog man's money as you can."

Chi Huan put away her phone, nodded, "You're right."

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At three in the afternoon, South City Hua Sen Golf Club.

Cheng Zhong Ting took the last puff of his cigarette, and the golf cart arrived in front of the lawn.

Qi Zheng Yang had been waiting for a long time, gesturing to him from not far away. Cheng Zhong Ting got off the cart and nodded towards him.

Under the sun umbrella, Qi Zheng Yang leaned on his golf club, looking at Cheng Zhong Ting with a half-smile: "Chairman Zou of Hongshan Capital just left and you came, saying you're not doing it on purpose, I wouldn't believe it."

Cheng Zhong Ting held the golf club with both hands, standing straight, his face calm, his deep black pupils under the sunglasses staring at the distant hole, he didn't speak, Qi Zheng Yang couldn't tell if he was surveying the terrain or thinking about something else.

This man was always hard to guess.

With one swing, the white ball went into the hole, the man was beaming, the faint smile at the corner of his lips revealing the ambition of a high-ranking person.

"Avoiding suspicion."

Cheng Zhong Ting withdrew his gaze, only lightly saying two words.

Qi Zheng Yang nodded, "Right, recently you've been close to Ye Jinhua, everyone knows you're determined to get Dongyang Tech."

Hongshan is also vying for Dongyang Tech.

Cheng Zhong Ting didn't respond, taking advantage of the momentum to sink a few more balls.

Half an hour later, the two sat down in the rest area.

Cheng Zhong Ting ordered coffee and handed the menu to the waiter, after the waiter left, Qi Zheng Yang lit a cigarette and casually said, "I heard your wife wants to divorce you?"