Nangong Jue didn't speak, his face was even expressionless, as if Yang Tongtong wasn't asking him.

“A-Jue invested in ‘Dance of the City’.” Yan Zimeng glanced at Nangong Jue, a hint of shyness appearing on her face, indirectly answering Yang Tongtong’s question.

"The Dance of the City" is the first film Yan Zimeng took on after returning to China. It is a big-budget period drama in which she plays the lead role of a courtesan with extraordinary dancing skills.

The fact that there is financial investment means that Yan Zimeng is being promoted.

Qiao Qiao glanced at Nangong Jue and clenched her fist. Although she might not be able to beat this bastard, she really wanted to try. She also felt regretful that if Alan had put in a little more effort last time, she could have sent him directly to the palace instead of him causing trouble outside.

Le Yao became increasingly displeased upon hearing this: "Mr. Nangong, we've already signed the divorce agreement. When would you like to go and complete the formalities?"

Everyone's eyes widened instantly, staring at Le Yao in astonishment.

"After all... before, it was just me being impulsive. Now I know I was just a substitute. But now that the real one is back, if we don't get a divorce certificate, you and her are just having an affair, which will be condemned. For your happiness, let's hurry up." Le Yao spoke with utmost seriousness, looking like she was doing it for your own good. What a bastard! He has money to support his mistress, but not enough to pay her a breakup fee? He can tolerate that, but he can't tolerate the money.

Yan Zimeng was overjoyed and glanced at Nangong Jue with a hint of anticipation. She urged him to hurry up and get the certificate done; she couldn't wait any longer.

Nangong Jue's face visibly darkened: "Han Binglan, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"How am I talking nonsense?" Le Yao wasn't afraid of him at all, and stared back at him with wide eyes. "Isn't it you who neglected me? Didn't you give me the divorce papers? And now, it's been trending on social media for days, saying that I was chosen by you because I look like Miss Yan. Everyone's commenting so enthusiastically. Anyone can see that I'm much prettier than Yan Zimeng..."

Yang Jinhan's eyes flickered.

Nangong Jue's brows were so furrowed they could trap a fly.

"You capitalists have money and power. If it were really fake news, you would have taken it off the trending topics and controlled the comments long ago. But you didn't. Isn't this just something you did on purpose for me to see? Don't worry, I tried my best for you, but now I'm completely over it. So, let's break up cleanly. This way, it's good for you, good for me, and good for everyone. That's what's truly good."

Nangong Jue stood up abruptly, but quickly sat down again. He had actually lost his composure because of this woman.

"Wait a minute." Le Yao hurriedly raised her hand to gesture, "Don't imagine that I'm playing hard to get or doing anything funny. I swear to God, I genuinely want to get away from you, so don't presume to think that I can't live without you..."

“Hehe…” Nangong Jue suddenly laughed, his mood seemed to be much better than before. “Wife, stop joking. Once I, Nangong Jue, get married, I never think about divorce. So, there is only widowhood, not divorce.”

"You..." Le Yao was furious upon hearing this, slamming her hand on the table and standing up abruptly. "Nangong Jue, you bastard, how dare you play me like this?"

Everyone stared in astonishment, their mouths agape. This woman really dared to do that…