"Nangong Jue, don't sound so aggrieved. I admit I was immature before, but you didn't like me either. I married you, but you never fulfilled your responsibilities as a husband. It's a marriage where you're practically widowed. It's better if we just go our separate ways." Le Yao slapped his hand away, then rubbed her chin and moved back a little, trying to get as far away from him as possible. "Besides, you were the one who gave me the divorce papers. I just went along with it."

"So obedient now? Why didn't you listen when I told you to stay away from me? Why didn't you listen when I told you to stop causing trouble and be a good young mistress?"

"I..." Le Yao was speechless. How could she know what Han Binglan was thinking?

"Han Binglan, this world isn't a place where you can do whatever you want. You've made a mess of my life, and now you think you can just walk away? No way."

"I..." Le Yao opened her mouth slightly, then looked up to meet the other person's eyes. "Alright, stop talking so much. What's past is past, there's no point in bringing it up again. Just give me a straight answer now, what do you want?"

“Divorce isn’t out of the question,” Nangong Jue said, his eyes deep and unfathomable. “It all depends on how you behave.”

"What do you mean?" Le Yao frowned, feeling somewhat unable to keep up with the other person's train of thought.

“In the five years since you met me, you’ve never made me feel at ease.” Nangong Jue raised an eyebrow slightly. “So, whenever you make me feel at ease, I might agree. And, I’ll double the breakup fee then.”

"Feeling good? You... how do you want to feel good?" Le Yao's eyes lit up. That's two hundred million! My God, then she could really drink soy milk every day, and even buy two bowls, drink one and throw the other away.

"How did you make me feel so frustrated before?"

“I used to bother you and bother you... Well, I won’t bother you or bother you anymore. I’ve already done that. I’ve moved out and changed my phone number…” Le Yao counted on her fingers. “Yeah, I think I’ve done pretty well these past few days.”

Nangong Jue felt a tightness in his chest, but he didn't show it. He just snorted sarcastically, "It's only been a few days? I've been pestered by you for five years."

"So you mean you want to wait five years before getting a divorce?" Le Yao rubbed her chin. Actually, that was fine too. She would only be twenty-six years old then, and with two hundred million yuan, she could retire right away.

She's even planned out her retirement life: buy a house by the sea, cook delicious food, do square dancing, and of course, flirt with a young heartthrob... Oh my, it couldn't be more wonderful!

"The law now stipulates that the cooling-off period for divorce is one year. Even if we submit the divorce agreement now, the divorce will not be confirmed for another year. So let's set a one-year cooling-off period for each other."

"Deal." Le Yao nodded. "But how's my breakup fee? Can I pay the down payment first?"

Nangong Jue's lips twitched: "Are you short of money? Does this woman think this is buying a house? A down payment?"

"Nonsense," Yue Yao glared. "Who doesn't need money?"

"Where did the nearly 20 million yuan in living expenses that we used to have go?"

"I bought clothes and bags, but I left them all at Zeyu Garden. It's like returning them to you in a different form." Le Yao felt a pang of regret when she thought of the clothes she had seen in the closet before.