Chapter 128. Divorced on their wedding anniversary.

Zhong Yan finished his meeting at 8 p.m. He turned off his computer, got up and went out.

Then they saw the secretary and assistant whispering outside the door.

He leaned against the door and asked, "What are you doing?"

Assistant Liang was startled by the sound; why was the chairman coming out after just finishing a meeting?

He smiled and said, "Secretary Zhang just bought a new car. I congratulate her."

"The driver is waiting for you downstairs."

Zhong Yan nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, you can go home now."

Assistant Liang breathed a sigh of relief; he was really scared.

If the big boss finds out that they're gambling with his divorce, he's dead.

Then he turned around, his expression turning menacing in an instant: "Wasn't the bet originally for the guards?"

Secretary Zhang blinked: "Yes, there's an electric car that's also called 'Guardian'."

Liang Zhufu glanced down at the car keys: "You bought an electric car? A secretary to the chairman of a big corporation buys an electric car."

Secretary Zhang scoffed, "You're talking like I'm the company secretary. What's wrong with me buying an electric scooter? The chairman rides an electric scooter too."

“In Yanjing, a place that can be reached in 10 minutes by electric car can take 30 minutes by car.”

Assistant Liang glared at him, and he couldn't refute her words: "You're just taking advantage of loopholes."

Secretary Zhang touched his nose. "No, if you keep arguing with me, I'll tell the chairman. After all, you're betting that he'll definitely get a divorce, but I firmly believe he won't."

At this point, Secretary Zhang gave a mischievous grin:

"Then the chairman will think that you were the one who cursed him to get a divorce."

Liang Zhufu sighed and pointed at his secretary: "Your brain has grown, huh?"

He then picked up the keys and left.

As Liang Zhufu stepped out, he bumped into Zhong Yan, who was looking down. Zhong Yan looked up, a half-smile on his face: "You guys, you're quite the player, aren't you?"

Have you ever seen Yama, the King of Hell? Liang Zhufu said he had.

Assistant Liang almost knelt down, pleading, "Boss, please let me explain."

Zhong Yan crossed his arms, his tie already removed, leaving him in only a white shirt and black suit. His deep, handsome features were obscured by the corridor lights, making his face unclear, only revealing his sharply defined facial contours, which were both rugged and cold.

He stood quietly with his arms crossed against the wall, listening for who knows how long.

"If I hadn't forgotten to take something, and hadn't been considerate of you working overtime and not wanting you to make the trip, I wouldn't have known my secretary and assistant were so playful."

Assistant Liang knelt down with a thud. The secretary, who came out after hearing the commotion, was unsure whether she should kneel down or not.

Zhong Yan said in a deep voice: "Stand up!"

Zhong Yan raised her eyes: "Tell me, what was the bet? My divorce?"

Secretary Zhang kept her head down, not daring to look up.

Zhong Yan said again, "I don't want to say it a second time."

Assistant Liang nodded.

"You won?" Zhong Yan asked again.

Assistant Liang was almost in tears, and just grunted in response.

Zhong Yan nodded, "Okay, Liang Zhufu."

"Two choices: go to Chuhe and learn how to use a hoe, or quit your job and get out."

Liang Zhufu held up four fingers: "I swear, you will never get a divorce."

"What if you lose?"

Assistant Liang gritted his teeth: "If I lose, I'll give you the house I just bought."

Zhong Yan looked up and chuckled softly, "Is that so?"

Assistant Liang nodded. If he really went to the farm to dig potatoes, given how popular the position was, he might not be able to come back.

The workplace is like a battlefield; if he backs down, he'll die.

Although what I just did was almost like courting death.

Zhong Yan reached out his hand.

Assistant Liang handed over the keys.

Zhong Yan didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Assistant Liang chimed in, "Boss, even if you're divorced, you can win her back. I think your wife still has feelings for you."

Zhong Yan walked forward with his hands in his pockets: "So, you still think I'll leave?"

Assistant Liang shook his head. "No, it's just that your situation is special. It's a marriage alliance, and the wife has to consider the interests of the Ji family first. She may have been frightened by the secretary's actions and is now afraid to cooperate with you."

"Of course I'm not saying your father did anything wrong; it's probably a problem of poor communication that led to this situation."

Zhong Yan chuckled: "Do I need you to tell me?"

Ji Tanyuan simply didn't want to get involved in these matters. The political struggles had nothing to do with her as a businesswoman; being caught in the middle would only make her cannon fodder.

In the past, it was out of necessity; now, of course, it's about finding opportunities to get away from this circle.

One is in power and the other is in money, so their positions are inherently different. The former has the final say, while the latter is unwilling to make concessions. Completely equal cooperation is impossible, and common interests cannot be solidified. The collapse was a foreseeable outcome.

Assistant Liang pressed the elevator button. "But you can still have a secret relationship after the divorce."

Zhong Yan turned her head, looked at the person next to her, and asked with a confused expression, "What do you mean?"

Seeing an opportunity to redeem himself, Assistant Liang used his silver tongue to say, "I think your wife still has feelings for you. Your wedding anniversary is coming up soon, so why not wait until after the anniversary to get a divorce? You can give your wife an unforgettable anniversary and lay a solid foundation for your reconciliation in the future!"

Zhong Yan hissed, showing interest: "Continue."

Assistant Liang cleared his throat: "Since Madam doesn't want to go back to Yanjing, why insist on going back? Isn't it the same living there?"

Zhong Yan asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean? I'm marrying into your family?"

Assistant Liang waved his hand: "No, that's not it."

To everyone's surprise, Zhong Yan murmured, "Marrying into the family isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Assistant Liang was horrified. "That's not how it works, kid! If the secretary finds out it was his idea, he'll be in big trouble!"

"No! How could you marry into the family!"

"What's wrong with marrying into the family? Ji Tanyuan can marry into our family, so why can't I go to the Ji family in Shanghai?"

Assistant Liang froze, then asked with a blank expression, "You haven't been thinking about taking your wife's surname all along, have you?"

Zhong Yan glanced at him. "You want to be crowned, but you haven't yet."

He tossed his car keys, the elevator doors opened, and he stepped out.

"Tell Ji Tanyuan's lawyer to reschedule the meeting for three weeks from now."

He has to celebrate his first wedding anniversary.

Ji Tanyuan laughed when she heard this ridiculous request: "How about this, we get a divorce on our wedding anniversary?"