"Do you really want a divorce?" Nangong Jue raised his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable. He really wanted to tell her that he would protect her in the future, but he knew she wouldn't believe him, because she was the one who would get hurt.

"This..." Le Yao's heart skipped a beat as he looked at her. He was good-looking, and the way he looked at her made her feel a little electrified. However, she gritted her teeth and ignored it, then nodded firmly, "I'm sorry for clinging to you so shamelessly before. I won't do it again."

Nangong Jue's eyes flickered, feeling somewhat annoyed. If he wanted this woman to lose her memory, couldn't he make it as complete as possible? If she forgot everything, then she could rely on him wholeheartedly. But he still nodded: "Okay, once you're better, we'll go get a divorce certificate."

"I'm fine." Le Yao threw off the covers and got out of bed. "We can go now."

Nangong Jue: "So impatient?"

“It is a great virtue to admit one’s mistakes and correct them. Since you know you’re wrong, you must correct them as soon as possible. Besides, I feel guilty for not being able to be with the person you love. You wouldn’t want your sweetheart to be called a mistress, would you?” Le Yao said with utmost sincerity.

“My beloved…” Nangong Jue’s tone became serious, “Yan Zimeng has never been the person I love. The person I love now wants a divorce from me.” He then turned and left.

Le Yao was taken aback by the shout, then touched her nose and thought, "Ha, men!"

At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Nangong Jue stopped Le Yao, who was about to get out of the car: "Are you really... going to take this step?"

Fang Ming, who was driving, wished he could shrink into the floor mat, because his boss didn't want a divorce at all. This was his last struggle, and he figured... he was going to use his tricks on the young mistress again. Sigh, the young mistress is so pitiful. Even if she gets a divorce, she probably won't be able to escape the scoundrel boss.

But now, he's here... The more his lackeys know, the faster they'll die.

"It's tragic for two people who have no feelings for each other to stay together." Le Yao patted Nangong Jue's arm. "Divorce is a win-win situation for everyone. It's truly good when everyone is happy."

Nangong Jue's lips twitched, but he still nodded: "Since you are so determined, then I will grant your wish, however..."

"Any more questions?" Le Yao frowned. If they lingered any longer, the staff at the Civil Affairs Bureau would be going home.

“When I brought up divorce before, I would compensate you, but now that you're the one asking for a divorce, you have to compensate me…”

Fang Ming, who was pretending to be dead while slumped over the steering wheel, curled his lip. See? He guessed right. The Boss Dog's trick had come.

"What?" Yue Yao exclaimed in surprise, "I'll compensate you?"

“Yes.” Nangong Jue nodded. “You pursued me relentlessly back then, and you also relentlessly married me. Now, you’re the one relentlessly turning me into a second-hand man…”

Le Yao: ...

It seems like all she's left is shamelessness.

"What kind of compensation do you want? I don't have a hundred million." Le Yao glared. She didn't even know if she had any assets. What if the other party made an exorbitant demand? Wouldn't she be left heavily in debt?

"Don't worry, money is the last thing I lack." Nangong Jue smiled. "I saved you once, so we signed an agreement that you would cook for me twice a week as a way of repaying me..."

"Is that so?" Le Yao exclaimed in surprise.