Your Whole Family is Rotten!

Seeing this, Jiang Ya was so furious that she wanted to hit Wen Yao! But Wen Yao was quicker, using the opportunity to slam a piece of tiramisu onto Jiang Ya's face.

Jiang Ya cursed, "Wen Yao, have you gone mad?"

"I was mad. That's why I endured the bullying from my vain and wicked mother-in-law and the annoying little sister-in-law. But now—" Wen Yao's tone carried a hint of determination, "I've recovered. From now on, we won't cross paths again! If you dare provoke me, don't blame me for not being polite!"

"You and your family can rot and stink right here!"

With her words echoing, Wen Yao dropped the agreement to the ground in front of them, stepped on it, and walked away without looking back.

A loud slam! The suite door closed heavily!

Once outside, Wen Yao's body immediately went weak. The breath she had held was gone, and she felt like a lifeless puppet. As she recollected the five years she had spent in the Lu family, she had nothing but only the title of "Mrs. Lu,". She had even endured her mother-in-law and sister-in-law's covert bullying!

In this lifetime, she didn't want to step foot in the Lu family again.

Wen Yao's lips curled up, but a bittersweet taste of tears lingered. Her eyes grew hazy, and with trembling hands, she blocked Lu Yancheng's number on her phone.

It was as if she was digging him out of her heart, never wanting to see him again!

Luding Building, soaring into the clouds.

The meeting for the multi-billion-dollar venture capital project had concluded.

Lu Yancheng, dressed in a suit, exuded an air of chilliness and nobility. His imposing figure carried a weighty aura.

"Mr. Lu." Secretary Fei bowed respectfully, offering him a phone.

Lu Yancheng stood still and asked in a low voice, "Anything happened during the meeting?"

Having followed Lu Yancheng for years, Secretary Fei possessed a keen and insightful heart. He immediately responded, "Yes, your wife called several times. However, considering the significance of the venture capital meeting, I didn't inform you."

As per the original schedule, Lu Yancheng should have already arrived in Nan City by now. However, due to the sudden venture capital meeting, he had delayed his departure until after the meeting.

This demonstrated the importance of the venture capital meeting.

Secretary Fei's professionalism went without saying, so not notifying Lu Yancheng was entirely reasonable.

Three missed calls, labeled: She.

Lu Yancheng returned the call, but it went unanswered.

His gaze grew cold, his brows furrowing.

Over the past five years, his Yao Yao had always been obedient and well-behaved. She never caused him any trouble, allowing him to focus on his business travels without any worries. He was very satisfied with how she loved him.

So, every time a deal was over, he would immediately return to Jiang City with a gift, ready to embrace her. love. He had thought she would eagerly answer his call, as she usually did.

Today, however, was a rare exception.

His expression soured, and he gave a cold snort, "Was breakfast delivered to the hotel?"

Secretary Fei was startled, but he nodded despite his trepidation, "Yes, it was delivered, but when the hotel staff went in the room to clean, there was spilled milk and cake everywhere... It seems Madam didn't eat even a bite."

Seems? It was obvious!

Was she throwing a tantrum? Sulking because he didn't answer her calls?

Lu Yancheng pocketed his phone, his expression frosty. "Let her be."

Then he walked towards the direction of the elevator.

Secretary Fei followed closely, "Mr. Lu, do you want to change your schedule and go home?"

"Let her fuss."

Lu Yancheng's brows furrowed slightly, his slender fingers touching the junction of his shoulder and neck.

Hiss...

This little cat scratched and bit him last night. There was never a moment of true obedience in bed or out of it!

In the past, she couldn't resist calling him within six hours at most!

Now, he wanted to see how long she could throw a tantrum for this time. He wouldn't indulge her this time!

An hour later, at Lingjiang Airport, a private jet was bound for Nan City.

Lu Yancheng had hardly slept all night. He began to doze off as soon as he got on board, but even in his dreams, that disobedient little cat haunted him.

Wen Yao stood on a bustling street, watching the people pass by, feeling utterly alone and with nowhere to go.

Suppressing the churning feelings of grievance and anger, she dialed the number of her university senior and good friend, Shen Rou.

The call is answered, and Wen Yao took a deep breath, "Senior, I got divorced."

On the other end of the line, Shen Rou was silent for two seconds, and then immediately exclaimed, "Where are you now? I'm coming to pick you up!"

"Jin’gong Hotel."

Fifteen minutes later, Shen Rou arrived and took her away.

Over the past five years, Shen Rou, being her best friend, knew all the ins and outs of her relationship with Lu Yancheng.

Once the car door closed, Shen Rou immediately comforted her, "Yao Yao, don't be sad. Men can't be relied upon, and pigs don't climb trees! It's good to divorce now. Treat these five years as the cost for a divorce settlement! Eat, drink, and don't let it get to you!"

"Shen, I left this marriage with nothing." Wen Yao spoke truthfully.

To be honest, being "Mrs. Lu" had become increasingly suffocating. Now that she had shed that label, she felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

Upon hearing this, Shen Rou's expression changed dramatically, and she slammed on the brakes.

"What did you say? Left with nothing?" Shen Rou widened her eyes, furious to the extreme, and couldn't help but curse, "Damn it! That jerk Lu Yancheng has more money than he knows what to do with, and he didn't give you a single penny?!"

Wen Yao looked at Shen Rou's enraged expression, wanting to calm her down. She smiled, her eyes still slightly red, and reminded her, "Shen, you're a businesswoman too..."

Shen Rou was the brand founder of Fanchen. Although it had only been three years since its inception, it had already carved a niche for itself among other high-end brands, claiming a place among the finest couture dresses.

Upon hearing this, Shen Rou thought for a moment and then rubbed her chin thoughtfully, her mind turning quickly.

She firmly held onto Wen Yao's hand, and her eyes sparkled mischievously, "Yao Yao, come work with me!"

At the Ruiji Awards that year, Song Yiling, who was still a newcomer at the time, broke into the spotlight with the help of the exquisite dress designed by the mysterious designer Yao Tiao. Except for Shen Rou, no one knew that Wen Yao was Yao Tiao. She had always been overshadowed by Lu Yancheng, forgetting even herself...

Given Wen Yao's silence, Shen Rou was afraid that she might refuse. She had held back before because of Wen Yao’s title of Mrs. Lu, but now Shen Rou was determined to win her over. She was a true asset!

"Yao Yao, my dear Yao Yao!" She urgently said again, "Although Lu Yancheng is stingy, he's exceptionally good-looking and well-built. If he's making you divorce with nothing, then treat these five years as a free ride with that old dog! Come work with me from now on. I promise you'll enjoy the best things in life, have your pick of obedient young men, and become a top-tier wealthy woman at the peak of life!"