Qiao Wanwan didn't rush to answer. She got up and looked around the room.

Zhan Jingting frowned. "What are you looking for?"

Qiao Wanwan sat back down on the sofa, took out a black device about the size of a cell phone from her bag, and said in a low voice, "Jingting, I've checked. There are no surveillance or listening devices here. Don't worry. I know you haven't lost your memory. You must have had to pretend to have amnesia, just like last time, right?"

Zhan Jingting: "......"

“Miss Qiao, you are an actress, acting is your forte, not mine.” Zhan Jingting frowned, his eyes filled with disgust. “Answer my question: what exactly do you want for you to agree to a divorce?”

Qiao Wanwan's heart sank to the bottom!

From last night until now, she has been holding onto one hope: Zhan Jingting has not lost his memory; he is faking it!

But now, that illusion has been completely shattered!

Qiao Wanwan closed her eyes, sat down opposite him again, smiled faintly, and said, "Mr. Zhan is very generous. The money in that divorce agreement is enough for me to live on for a lifetime. I can freely choose to take one of the two children, and there will be an exorbitant amount of child support every month."

"Then what else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Of course I'm not satisfied, because I never thought about divorcing you."

Zhan Jingting frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Miss Qiao, I don't know how we got married, nor do I know why I agreed to marry you, but none of that matters, because there's no need to investigate the root of a mistake. What I need to do now is correct this mistake."

Qiao Wanwan smiled and said, "I don't think this is a mistake. Since it's not a mistake, there's no point in correcting it, so I won't get a divorce."

"You're very good at being persistent and clingy."

Qiao Wanwan leaned back in her chair, shrugged, and said, "Mr. Zhan, you are mistaken. It was you who was the one who kept pestering me from the beginning."

"Impossible," Zhan Jingting said firmly. "I would never pester any woman."

“Mr. Zhan, I can see it.”

"What did you see?"

“You have amnesia, but you haven’t lost your mind. Your memory is stuck before the accident, that is, during your teenage years,” Qiao Wanwan calmly analyzed. “During your teenage years, you were aloof and withdrawn, and you didn’t get close to women. After you woke up, you learned from Ruan Tang that you were married and had children, which you found hard to accept.”

"Plus, Ruan Tang must have said a lot of bad things about me to you, so you hate me even more. But Zhan Jingting is a young man, and she can't control his thoughts. So now you just want to sever ties with me, this wife who fell from the sky, get a divorce, and get your life back on track, right?"

Zhan Jingting narrowed his eyes slightly, "Qiao Wanwan, you're not simple."

Qiao Wanwan smiled gently, "Thank you for the compliment. If it were simple, I wouldn't have been able to marry you. The position of Mrs. Zhan is not one that just anyone can hold."

"You seem to be having a good time."

"It's alright," Qiao Wanwan said, touching her belly. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have had your child."

Zhan Jingting: "......"

"Mr. Zhan, your face is all dark," Qiao Wanwan teased. "What's wrong? Is having my baby so painful for you?"

"I'm a normal man, and it's normal for me to have a child with a woman," Zhan Jingting said coldly. "If you think you can use a child to tie me down, you're being too naive."

"It seems you really dislike me." Qiao Wanwan took out a thermos from her bag and drank some water, saying leisurely, "Tell me, what bad things did Ruan Tang say about me?"

“You said it yourself, I only have amnesia, not dementia,” Zhan Jingting said. “No matter what Ruan Tang says, I have the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and she wouldn’t dare to deceive me.”

"You really trust her that much?"

"It's not about believing in her, it's about believing in yourself."

Qiao Wanwan: "......"

She had never met Zhan Jingting as a teenager, but it was easy to see that his inherent arrogance and self-confidence were innate.

"Jing Ting..."

“Call me Mr. Zhan,” Zhan Jingting interrupted her.

Qiao Wanwan pursed her lips slightly and said, "Mr. Zhan, you have amnesia and have completely forgotten me. I am very sad, but I am also glad that you only have amnesia and will not be easily manipulated by others."

Zhan Jingting frowned. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"What I want to say is that the explosion at the Zhan family's old mansion is inextricably linked to Ruan Tang. I will definitely investigate this matter to the end, and even you won't be able to protect her."

Zhan Jingting sneered, "What a coincidence. Ruan Tang told me long ago that you would definitely pin the explosion on her as a way to target her."

“If I wanted to target her, I wouldn’t need all this roundabout stuff,” Qiao Wanwan said coldly. “Since we each have our own opinions, let’s use the fairest method to investigate the truth behind the explosion.”

"What method?"

“I called the police as early as when the Zhan family’s old house exploded. Now that you and Ruan Tang have both survived, you should cooperate with the investigation to find out the truth. Especially Ruan Tang, I have reason to suspect that she caused this explosion.”

“Impossible,” Zhan Jingting said firmly. “She has no motive.”

"Are you reluctant to let your dear cousin undergo a police investigation?"

"You don't need to provoke me." Zhan Jingting's eyes were deep and unfathomable. "I am the victim of this explosion. No matter who did it, I will not let anyone who dares to mess with me get away with it!"

"Then it's settled. I'll call the police right away."

Ruan Tang finally managed to see Zhan Jingting, and when she learned that she was going to be investigated, she burst into tears, "Brother Jingting, why are you sending me to the police station? Do you think I did the bombing? Do I want to kill you? Or do I want to kill myself? This doesn't make sense!"

Zhan Jingting looked at her, his handsome face expressionless. "Since Miss Qiao has this suspicion, there's nothing wrong with you going to prove your innocence."

“Brother Jingting, I’m not afraid of being investigated for something I didn’t do. I just don’t want you to be manipulated by others,” Ruan Tang said aggrievedly. “I’m your cousin. Why should I have to prove my innocence just because an outsider suspects me?”

"If you're not afraid, then go ahead," Zhan Yin said disdainfully. "Trying to act pitiful and clingy in front of my uncle, are you trying to disgust me to death?"

Ruan Tang cried even harder, "Jing Ting, can you listen to Zhan Yin? Is he even speaking human language?!"

"I'm really about to throw up from all this." Zhan Yin rolled his eyes at her. "Are you feeling guilty? If you are, just admit it."

"Who said I had a guilty conscience? Jingting is my only family. I would never harm him!" Ruan Tang said confidently. "I have nothing to hide. Let's go!"

Zhan Jingting looked at Qiao Wanwan sitting on the sofa, "I have done as you wished, now you should agree to the divorce, right?"

Qiao Wanwan smiled faintly, "Mr. Zhan, this investigation isn't just for my sake; you're involved too. And let me say it again, divorce isn't a bargaining chip. Even if you offered me the whole world, I still wouldn't divorce you."

The man's eyes turned icy. "Qiao Wanwan, don't test my patience!"