Huang Yan was in tears, "Mr. Yang, please forgive me, or else, my husband will kill me."

I looked at Huang Yan, "What's that got to do with me?"

Even now, this woman still hadn't found the crux of the problem.

All she could think about was her own life and death.

"Wuwuwu..."

Huang Yan burst into tears, suddenly rushed over, grabbed onto my thigh, refusing to let go.

"Let go of Mr. Yang!"

It wasn't me who said this, it was a tall, northern man, her husband Wang Dawei.

Wang Dawei hurriedly rushed in from outside, and as soon as he entered, he slapped the woman.

The slap was swift and decisive.

Huang Yan's face instantly swelled up, a stream of blood trickled from her teeth, and she fell to the ground.

Wang Dawei looked apologetic, "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, this woman is too wicked. She splashed dirty water on you, I've already taught her a lesson... I was planning to take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau for a divorce this morning. When I woke up, I found she was gone, after some thought, I figured she must have come here... I'm really sorry..."

He was holding their marriage certificate and household register, apparently having made up his mind to divorce Huang Yan.

He kicked Huang Yan, "Let's go, hurry up! We must get this marriage over with today!"

Huang Yan slowly stood up, her eyes filled with despair.

Huang Yan pointed at Wang Dawei, "Fine, let's divorce! I've been married to you for over twenty years, your lousy company is marital property, if we divorce, you have to give me at least half!"

Wang Dawei muttered, "I know the law, I'll give you what you deserve, not a penny less."

Just then, Huang Yan's phone suddenly rang.