She lowered her eyes, her gaze sweeping over Jing Min's taut, handsome face, which seemed to be about to crack open with murderous intent.

My palms were sweating.

Suddenly, I wondered if I had said too much or gone too far.

She overlooked another possibility.

Given Jing Min's cold and ruthless nature, he would show no mercy to those he had ever hated.

Especially in cases like those divorced couples in the Emirate, the ex-husband still has a duty of support if the woman does not remarry.

If Chu Wuyang's current actions were seen by him as blatantly "cuckolding" him...

For Jingmin, this was no longer just a matter of saving face.

Mo Sangyu felt a chill in her heart.

Jingmin is not the kind of person who would swallow an insult.

If he were to lose his temper... Chu Wuyang might not even be able to save his life.

Mo Sangyu quickly changed the subject, adopting a nonchalant tone.

"I was just mentioning it casually. With someone as outstanding as Mr. Yang, Miss Chu wouldn't be so blind as to fall for another man."

"She's definitely not a promiscuous woman—"

"go out!"

A deep, cold roar suddenly exploded.

Jing Min looked down at his phone, as if triggered by a certain message, and suddenly stood up.

His tall body swayed slightly, and the air pressure around him suddenly dropped, making the air tense.

Mo Sangyu stood there, stunned.

Although he had been indifferent for three or four years, he had never spoken to her in such an attitude.

Even if the tone is distant, there is still some respect in it.

Now, his expression is as cold as a knife.

She opened her mouth, but under Jing Min's icy gaze, she fell silent. Her throat tightened, and it took her a long time to manage to utter a single, laborious sentence.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up."

Jingmin turned his back to her, his knuckles pressing against his brow, his expression deepening with melancholy.

"You go back first."

"I'll move back later."

Mo Sangyu's mind suddenly cleared.

But she also knew that she couldn't show her feelings too openly.

Jing Min's brows furrowed with impatience; she needed to maintain her composure. So she responded softly.

"Okay, I'll go back first."

“Let’s get along well for the next two weeks, Ah Min, I’m your ally.”

Jingmin did not turn around.

Mo Sangyu stood up dejectedly, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave.

However, this sense of loss was insignificant compared to the fact that he had to go home.

She had already started planning to go to the supermarket later to stock up on groceries, since Jingmin had said he was coming back tonight.

Then we should greet him in the best way possible.

As I got off the elevator, I ran into Attorney Hu, who was about to go upstairs, accompanied by a staff member in a suit.

Upon seeing Mo Sangyu, Attorney Hu greeted her with a smile.

"Mrs. Jing."

Mo Sangyu responded with a slight smile.

"Long time no see, Attorney Hu."

"The contract for that list can remain as it is; I've already signed it."

"Go on up, Ah-Min is waiting for you. I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

"Yes, Mrs. Jing."

Attorney Hu nodded and casually said,

"Congratulations on your marriage."

The car that came to pick her up happened to be parked in front of the hotel, and the roar of the engine drowned out Attorney Hu's last words.

Mo Sangyu didn't hear clearly, but just smiled and nodded before getting into the car and leaving.

As the elevator display showed the numbers rising, Attorney Hu shook his head inwardly.

The world of the rich is so complicated; they only officially register their marriage after three or four years of marriage.

But upon closer reflection, it makes sense.

The wealthier people are, the more guarded they tend to be.

Dragging it out for a few years is both a test and a trial.

Now that I've truly verified the documents, I feel comfortable getting the marriage certificate, and I even transferred so much property to someone else with a wave of my hand.