As the family of four walked out of the hall, Old Master Ye suddenly called out to Ye Weicheng, "Weicheng, accept the consequences calmly and don't make the wrong thing again. This is my final advice to you."

Ye Weicheng seemed not to hear and strode out of the small western-style building.

Ye Weicheng walked very fast, and Jiao Lingyu had to jog to keep up with him. She looked at her husband's back and felt very panicked.

After being married for more than 20 years, how could she not understand this man? He was extremely selfish. The sense of responsibility and fatherly love he showed in front of outsiders were all pretended to maintain his image. As soon as he returned home, closed the door, and cut off from the sight of outsiders, his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

If this matter cannot be resolved, Ye Weicheng will definitely divorce her immediately and cut off all ties with her to avoid being implicated by her. At least the damage caused by the involvement must be minimized. This has always been Ye Weicheng's principle of doing things.

Just like back then, he knew exactly what he did to her, but pretended to be ignorant, enjoying the rich fruits of love while putting himself in a superior position.

So hypocritical!

But right now, she needs this hypocritical man.

Jiao Lingyu trotted a few steps to catch up with Ye Weicheng, grabbed his arm, and asked softly, "Weicheng, what should we do now? We absolutely cannot keep that evidence."

Ye Weicheng pulled back his arm and said impatiently: "I don't know what you are talking about. Solve your own problems and don't involve me."

Jiao Lingyu grabbed Ye Weicheng's arm again, "Weicheng, your words are meaningless. We are husband and wife, husband and wife are one. What's the difference between you and me? My business is your business."

These words reminded Ye Weicheng. He stopped and looked around. It was dinner time and every household was having dinner. It was getting dark and there was no one around except their family of four.

"Let's get a divorce tomorrow morning." Ye Weicheng lowered his voice, pulled back his arm with force, turned around and left.

Jiao Lingyu was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Ye Weicheng to file for divorce so quickly.

Oh, that’s a nice thought.

Jiao Lingyu chased Ye Weicheng again, but this time Ye Weicheng deliberately didn't want her to catch up, so his steps became bigger and bigger. When Jiao Lingyu caught up, the family had already walked out of the gate of the compound.

Ye Weicheng deliberately ignored Jiao Lingyu along the way, until they returned to their current home, Jiao Lingyu finally found the opportunity to speak.

"Ye Weicheng, do you want to get rid of me at this time?"

Ye Weicheng sat down in the chair, feeling suffocated and uncomfortable. He immediately retorted to Jiao Lingyu's question, "What do you mean by 'get rid of me'? We have different personalities and can't get along."

Jiao Lingyu's chest heaved with rage, but she didn't lose her mind. After all, this was the true nature of the man before her, and she had long seen through it. "We've been married for over twenty years, and you can't just say you're in the clear. Whether you had anything to do with this matter or not, it doesn't matter what others say, only what I say counts."

Ye Weicheng's face darkened and his eyes narrowed, "Are you threatening me?"

Jiao Lingyu scoffed. "I wouldn't dare. How could I threaten you, Vice Minister Ye? I'm just stating the facts. If something like this were to break out, and you claimed you knew nothing about it, others might not believe you, but they'd have to pretend to believe you on the surface. After all, there's no evidence. But if I say you knew about it, or even conspired, what do you think the outcome would be?"