Liu Zhizhong hadn't received a reply from Lu Yuqing and was really losing his patience.

Besides, Zhao Yan had quickly sent a voice message over WeChat: "Weren't you supposed to come over in a bit? Why are you so slow?"

Liu Zhizhong couldn't be bothered replying to the message and could only forcefully stabilize his emotions, adjust his mentality, and stride toward his wife's car.

He was determined now.

Since you'd been distant for years, and you're going to divorce me anyway, what's there to lose face over?

It's just a pity I won't be able to sleep with you anymore.

From now on, I, Liu Zhizhong, won't grovel before you, Zhao Yan. Even without you, I'm not without women.

Of course, if you want a divorce, well, that's a different story.

Soon, he arrived at Zhao Yan's BMW.

Zhao Yan was still in the driver's seat, flipping through her tablet, looking at a data report or something of the sort.

She was only twenty-four this year, but she was already the deputy director of the Yunshan County Economic Development Zone, at deputy department level; an impressively high starting point. The zone was working on a major project recently, and she was extremely busy, which was why she hadn't been home for a long time. She hadn't even managed to return home for her uncle's first visit.

There she sat, her slender fingers beautiful as jade, occasionally swiping across the tablet.

Her seatbelt stretched across her chest, and beneath her one-shoulder short dress, her cleavage lines were stunningly defiant; her waist long and slender, her legs extraordinarily white and glossy, her skin soft and tender. Magnificent!

This wife of his never wore makeup, but her face was still charming, as if filtered by a beauty lens.

The number one beauty of Yangzhou, if said to be her, likely no one would dare object.

Liu Zhizhong's heart was somewhat unwilling.

Having never experienced her warm tenderness in bed, it was beginning to feel like he might as well be with a corpse.

And now, counting the days, damn, it's been almost a year since she let him touch her.

Liu Zhizhong gently knocked on the car window, and Zhao Yan turned her head to see him.

Her devastatingly beautiful face, a standard oval shape, was gorgeous as a painting, her hair loose and waving like the sea, her expression cold and ethereal as if detached from the world.

Right away, she pointed to her passenger seat, indicating for Liu Zhizhong to sit inside.

Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to sit in the passenger seat, appearing calm and natural. After all, he was going all out now.

Inside the BMW, a faint fragrance wafted around, very pleasant to smell. Liu Zhizhong took a deep breath and laughed, "Wife..."

"Li Zhizhong, I hadn't seen it before, but you just got promoted, and on your first day at work, you hook up with a female subordinate?" Zhao Yan cut him off, cold and crisp, her head still lowered to her tablet, not even looking at her husband anymore.

"Ah, wife, you've misunderstood. It's really not like what you think. Listen to me explain..."

"I don't want to listen, and I don't want to hear. Where is that slut? Where are you two? Were you just about to go to a hotel, and I've interrupted your plans?"

"Wife, look at what you're saying; that's completely out of line..."

"Don't call me wife, please call me Director Zhao! I'm not fit to be your wife anymore. Today's incident..."

Zhao Yan interrupted Liu Zhizhong again, making him quite annoyed.

While she spoke, Zhao Yan brought up WeChat on her tablet and showed him photos.

"See for yourself, you dog. What are you guys doing? Hehe, thinking that just because you're now the Secretary of the Municipal Committee, you can fool around? Liu Zhizhong, I was mistaken about you. And I'm right in my decision—that divorce is the correct choice!"

Liu Zhizhong looked at the ultra-clear photo of himself and Luo Yanling and felt his brain about to explode.

Especially seeing that the chat was with someone nicknamed "Brother-in-law," which was none other than Zhang Hongyang's avatar—this infuriated him even more.

On the spot, Liu Zhizhong clenched his teeth and said sternly, "Zhang Hongyang, this scoundrel, is truly disgusting. He's even having me watched? Annoyed that I've been 'Promoted' to Secretary of the Municipal Committee, isn't he? Hehe..."

Zhao Yan's eyes shone with a chilly clarity as she coldly regarded Liu Zhizhong. "He's despicable, and you're not? He's disgusting, and you and this Luo Yanling, aren't you? That woman is just a sly vixen; do you like her that much? Even dining in candlelight, playing at romance?"

"Director Zhao, let's not talk about that. It's really not how you imagine. As your husband, I am still quite faithful. Also, I should tell you, Zhang Hong keeps trying to make his move on you. Be careful."

"What's that to you? Don't I know any better? Alright, I don't want to waste words with you. Today's your first day of being 'Promoted,' and I didn't come on the scene to catch you cheating, which already gave you immense face. Everyone in officialdom knows how important face is. This here..."

Saying this, Zhao Yan took out a document from the car glove box and handed it over, "This is the divorce agreement. Take a look, and if you have no objections, just sign it. I'll be waiting for you at the Civil Affairs Bureau at eleven tomorrow morning. I've already made an appointment there."

Looking at his wife's beautiful arm, a breath of fresh feminine fragrance, and those pages of the divorce agreement, Liu Zhizhong was completely flabbergasted.

"This... you... are you serious?"