Fifty million, it is!

But she was not interested in anything. In between the time it takes to finish the divorce procedures, she would find a job to make a living, or else she could opt for her previous profession too.

She did not want to depend on someone, neither did she liked being answerable for the previous Yu Mei Zhen's actions.

That girl used to inflict pain upon herself to get her husband's attention, she did not want to be held accountable for that.

As much as she knew, Jun Zixuan is an influential man, she did not want to be involved in a mess lest it gets more complicated.

She'd rather get her freedom first by getting rid of this enigma of a husband.

Yu Mei sighed. "I don't need anything from you except for divorce," she said in a soft voice.

"Bring the cheque book," The man did not seem to have taken her words seriously as he spoke to the Steward.

Steward Gu bowed before walking off to the direction of the huge cabinet.

Yu Mei raised an eyebrow. Did he not hear what she said?

Steward Gu came back with a chequebook and pen in his hand which he passed to the man.

He knew why his Master was doing it. Today Miss Yu was asking for a divorce, tomorrow she would put up some conditions or do some drama.

In order to eliminate the problems, they should be uprooted from their very roots.

"Five million dollars?" Jun Zixuan asked as he twirled the fountain pen in his hand.

"I don't want…"

"Fifteen million dollars?"

"I said I don't want.."

"Fifty million dollars," the man interrupted her yet again, but he did not even raise his head to look at her, as if she was not worthy of it. He impatiently tapped the pen on the table.

The servants: "_"

A cold light flashed through her starry eyes as her lips tilted up, "Fifty million, it is," she said calmly.

Everyone looked at her in disbelief.

Steward Gu was astounded. Here he thought that Miss Yu has changed for good. But she is still the same, she just changed her ways. Anyhow, the bribe amount was too good to be ignored.

She would never get the Master's love, at least she could have a luxurious life with this money.

The man seemed to have already expected it as the pen in his hand that was tapping on the table paused for a split second before he signed the check, marking the amount she was sold for.

He passed the check to Steward Gu who walked towards Yu Mei after receiving it.

Yu Mei calmly took the cheque from his hand as she looked at the cheque, "But this is not the right place for it…" she murmured before continuing, "This cheque... It is not supposed to be in my hand."

Right place?

Steward Gu and the rest of the servants looked at the girl in confusion. What did she mean by the cheque is not in its right place?

But Jun Zixuan did not seem to have much of an expression on his cold face.

Yu Mei chuckled mirthlessly.

If it had been her past looks, she would have looked seductive but unfortunately, as Yu Mei, she just looked like an evil baby elephant while smiling.

Anyways, she did not care about her looks as her temper has worked up.

She walked straight towards the dining table as she raised the cheque in her hand and…

'Rip..'

In no time, the 'fifty million' thing was torn to shreds.

As if that was not enough, she picked up the glass of orange juice kept in front of the man and threw the torn paper pieces inside that juice.

She smirked evilly before pouring out the entire content on his head.

The orange juice dripped down from the man's head to his face, down his throat, soaking his expensive black tuxedo.

"You seem to be sleeping when I said I did not want anything from you except for divorce," she coldly said as she looked at the man who was seemingly frozen in his place.

She did not want to do this to him, which is why she was taming her anger again and again. But what else could she do when the man behaved like a jerk?

His tycoon ways won't work on her as she wasn't his wife. That woman was long dead.

She wondered if he was possessed or if there was some other soul in his body. Because as much she knew him, she could say that this current behavior of his was so unlike him.

Jun Zixuan was looking at his phone, completely avoiding her actions when he felt a somewhat wet sensation on his head, the orange juice dripped down his golden-ash blonde bangs, before sliding down his pale face.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped as the man emitted a dangerous aura.

The servants in the room seemed to have their eyes popping out in shock. Has this lady gone mad? Did she just drench the Master with orange juice?

"Miss Yu, how could you do this….ahhh…"