Woman 30: I regained my life after divorce

"Li Bing, wait a minute."

Zhou Xinyao stopped Li Bing, preventing him from following her.

When Li Bing's name was called, he stood obediently in place, just like when a teacher called his name.

"Sister Zhou, is there something you need me for? Is there anything I haven't properly explained?"

A look of confusion appeared on Li Bing's face. He stared at Zhou Xinyao without blinking, wondering what she wanted to do by calling him back.

The transaction between Zhou Xinyao and Qian San is more than halfway complete. All Li Bing needs to do is finish the remaining contracts.

Zhou Xinyao didn't speak directly. Instead, she waited until there was no movement near the door before speaking to Li Bing.

"Li Bing, just work on the contract at my house. If there's anything wrong, I can correct it."

Even after receiving all the money from Qian San, Zhou Xinyao didn't want any problems to arise in the contract.

Upon hearing this, Li Bing was slightly suspicious, but he didn't say much. He simply nodded slightly in agreement.

Li Bing took out his laptop, found a quiet place to sit down, and began typing rapidly on the keyboard.

Soon, Li Bing typed out rows of text.

Using a template from previous collaborations, Li Bing copied and pasted the keywords he had typed into the template, and after completing everything, immediately presented it to Zhou Xinyao.

On one side of the old house, Zhou Xinyao and Li Bing were carrying out the finishing touches in an orderly manner.

Meanwhile, Xiao Song sat in the passenger seat of Qian San's car, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Qian San's car was quite valuable, but it looked like it had been driven for several years, with many scratches on the paint.

While driving, Qian San didn't forget Xiao Song, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and would turn his head to look at her from time to time.

"Liu Liu, let's head to my house now. I'll show you my collection later, and if you like anything, you can take it home right now."

Qian San didn't care whether he was driving or not, and chatted with Xiao Song casually.

Xiao Song was not very interested, and his tone was always indifferent when Qian San spoke to him.

"Brother Qian is so rich, his collection must be very beautiful! Only gorgeous items can match Brother Qian's taste."

Xiao Song didn't use his brain much, he just kept praising Qian San.

Men all like it when women praise them to their face.

Qian San smiled, clearly enjoying Xiao Song's speech.

"Haha, Liu Liu, I like your type. If I had the chance, I would really like to have you as my wife."

In this world, how many true feelings are expressed through jokes?

Upon hearing this, Xiao Song narrowed his eyes slightly with alertness and had no choice but to speak.

"Brother Qian, don't tease me. With your wealth, how many women would want to be your wife? They're probably all much better off than me."

Xiao Song really wanted to roll her eyes, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

Qian San's age is comparable to that of Xiao Song's father, and the two could even be considered brothers.

This guy really looks down on Xiao Song, that's why he shamelessly said he wanted her to be his wife.

Qian San didn't care. Xiao Song was his target from the beginning, and he would never let him go no matter what.

Only women with a clean background and no connections can be better controlled and manipulated.

"Liu Liu, your previous sister-in-law didn't have the fortune to share wealth and glory with me. She was really fragile. She seemed fine not long ago, how could she just be gone like that?"

Qian San's words were full of regret, but Xiao Song heard only schadenfreude.

Qian San's wife fell ill, mostly because she was angered by him, and he had to worry about her every day.

The endless mental exhaustion gradually took its toll on Qian San's wife's health.

Xiao Song learned all this information from Li Bing. If Qian San hadn't been so indifferent to his wife, the illness wouldn't have progressed to an advanced stage before it was discovered.

Only after everyone was gone did Qian San realize how good his wife had been to him.

However, the reminiscence did not make Qian San completely change his ways; instead, he became even more arrogant.

Within a few months, Qian San had already found a new wife.

"Liu Liu, I really like you. Work for me from now on, and I can pay you a high salary."

“If you don’t agree to 50,000 yuan, then I’ll give you another 10,000 yuan. As long as you come over, I will make sure you don’t have to suffer any hardship.”

Qian San is willing to make any promise to achieve his goal.

Salary is just a number in Qian San's eyes; he can spend as much as he wants.

The money in the hands of the rich is no different from that of ordinary people; it's all about making money from money.

Xiao Song frowned, a thought suddenly occurring to him.

To be honest, the salary offered by Qian San was indeed tempting to Xiao Song.

That's a monthly salary of 60,000 yuan, an amount that Xiao Song would have to accumulate over several months of work.

"Brother Qian, I... I'm not as capable as you think. I think I'd better not bother you anymore."

Xiao Song didn't want to immediately reject Qian San's suggestion, and his tone was full of hesitation.

Qian San was a shrewd old man who had lived for over fifty years; how could he not understand the meaning behind Xiao Song's words?

"Liu Liu, your brother Qian is a generous boss. I don't know how much you're getting paid working for Zhou Xinyao, but I'm guessing it's definitely not as much as what I offered."

Qian San said confidently, his left hand on the steering wheel, and while the road conditions were good, he quickly touched Xiao Song's hand with his right hand.

Xiao Song was startled by the sudden touch. Who would have thought that Qian San could find the time to touch someone while driving?

"Brother Qian..."

Xiao Song spoke with dissatisfaction, but when Qian San heard it, it sounded like he was trying to refuse but also accept.

After months of living alone, Qian San desperately needs a new wife to warm his bed, and Xiao Song is currently the most suitable candidate.

“Liu Liu, your brother Qian cares about you. I think you should come work at my company. It will definitely be much better than staying with Zhou Xinyao.”

Qian San spoke with a smile, but his eyes were full of calculation.

"If you come here, I can offer you a salary of 70,000 yuan!"

Compared to the initial 50,000 yuan, Qian San suddenly increased the amount to 70,000 yuan, which greatly surprised Xiao Song.

Seventy thousand yuan, that's just too tempting!

Xiao Song nervously swallowed, his eyes fixed on the front, but his mind was filled with thoughts of money, money, money.