Xu Yisui was transferred out of the CEO's office and sent to a branch.

Recently, Jiang Xiyan seemed to have turned back into the devoted good man to me, until his friend found him.

It happened that Chen Zihao also found me and ran into Jiang Xiyan at the bar. He was sitting in a private room, drinking with a stunning and charming woman who wasn't Xu Yisui. Xu Yisui looked even younger in comparison.

But after a few days, he switched to another one. His reputation as a playboy was indeed well-deserved.

I heard his brother asking him, "Didn't you insist on only having Song Shuying back then? You nearly lost your life trying to pursue her. How come you've moved on to new lovers so quickly now?"

He shook the red wine in his hand and took a sip, his expression cold: "It gets boring. No matter how much you like something, you'll find it uninteresting if you have it every day."

"Then why don't you get a divorce?"

"Divorce? Where can I find someone as easily fooled as her? Last time I said it was Xu Yisui who confessed her love to me and I rejected her, and she actually believed it. Anyway, I'm tired of Xu Yisui too. She keeps asking me for a divorce all the time without considering whether she's qualified or not. Taking advantage of this, it's the perfect chance to transfer her away."

I looked at his contented and heartless face in the light, completely different from the way he used to look at me with deep affection. He was like a different person.

Before I could react, Chen Zihao rushed over and punched him in the face.

Jiang Xiyan was caught off guard and was knocked down by a punch. He dropped his wine glass, and the red wine spilled all over his head, staining his whole body.

I had never seen him in such a miserable state before.

Then, I saw him mutter, "Fuck," get up, and immediately punch Chen Zihao in the stomach. He tried to hit Chen Zihao's head with the wine bottle, but Chen Zihao dodged it.

"If you want to make tomorrow's headlines, you can keep on fighting."

As I called out, he seemed momentarily stunned, but he found another opportunity to punch Chen Zihao.

He licked the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, his anger truly ignited. He kicked Chen Zihao hard in the chest.

It wasn't until the security guards arrived that they stopped the fight.

I took out a cigarette from my bag, lit it, and said to the bar owner:

"Clear the place. Everyone leave. I want to have a good talk with him."

Once everyone was gone, those who took pictures were warned not to leak them.

I had someone arrange for Chen Zihao to be taken to the hospital, leaving only me and Jiang Xiyan.

This time, pretending not to know each other was not appropriate. It seemed that it was time to truly break off.

I exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Looks like we've reached the end. Let's get a divorce."

He glanced at Chen Zihao, who was getting into a car outside, and said, "You can't leave me. He looks so much like me, but he's just a stand-in. As long as you turn a blind eye, we can each do our own thing and continue living. Isn't that good? I also need a obedient wife."

This time, I showed him a mocking smile. I didn't deny my relationship with Chen Zihao.

"He's not like you; both of you just resemble him a lot. You're just a stand-in. I won't lose out even if I find someone who resembles him more."

The indifferent expression he had just moments ago disappeared, and his oppressive aura diminished. He grabbed my chin and asked me coldly, "What do you mean by that?"

I flipped out a photo of his uncle from the album and said, "Don't you think you look a lot like him, Jiang Shixu?"

In an instant, he turned pale and trembled as he said, "You're lying to me, aren't you?"

"The Jiang family is hosting a family banquet to celebrate his return from country M, right? After I divorce you, you can find as many women as you want. I'll also pursue true love."

"Hmph, true love, fuck your true love. You treat me as a stand-in." He ground his teeth, repeating it again, and the force he exerted on my chin became stronger.

I felt the pain and pressed the burning cigarette butt against the back of his hand. His strength eased, and I immediately pushed him away.

"Fine, let's meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow."

He kicked the sofa hard, smashing several bottles of wine and making a mess of everything. "You have guts."

I ignored him, a mad dog-like him, and turned and walked away.