Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

They were in a secret marriage. In the past, before Zhou Yongan joined Huayu, even if such a ridiculous thing was photographed, it was not a big deal and had no impact on Huayu or even the Zhou family.

Things are different now. He has now become the vice president of Huayu and is currently being held by the anti-pornography squad. If the news is reported, the impact on Huayu will be immeasurable.

The public relations department is conscientious and responsible. They immediately denied that the person in the photo was the vice president of Huayu. So unless the Zhou family is possessed by evil spirits, no one would risk coming to the police station to rescue him.

Even as an employee of Huayu, Li Qingwen needed a very appropriate reason to appear here.

Li Qingwen turned on his mobile phone and handed Huayu's public relations electronic draft to Zhou Yongan.

Her voice was calm and indifferent, as if she was doing well, and she said, "I am the only one who can help you right now."

The lights in the detention room flickered, the electrical wiring was aging, and a circle of mosquitoes flew around the bulbs.

Zhou Yongan understood at a glance and frowned at the group of people around him who had nothing to do with him. Being locked up in this small room with substandard hygiene with these scum of society made him feel very humiliated.

The air was stuffy. The man raised his hand, tugged at the collar of his shirt, and let out a breath.

Then he curled his lips and sneered: "Who do you want to marry if you are so eager to divorce me?"

There was something ambiguous on his face when he spoke. He looked serious and didn't seem to be joking. There was a cold wind in his dark eyes.

The thief shouts to catch the thief.

He is obviously a well-known playboy, but now he is blaming her.

Li Qingwen didn't argue with him, and his tone remained calm: "Who you want to marry is none of your business. I only have ten minutes, so sign it quickly."

She also wanted to love him, but Zhou Yongan didn't love her.

If only she hadn't developed feelings for him in the first place, her heart wouldn't be aching now that she's standing in front of him.

As if he was tired of listening, the man paced back and forth in a space of less than ten square meters, a pair of custom-made leather shoes from the French luxury brand Berluti shining brightly under his long legs.

Is he expressing deep affection, or is he weighing the pros and cons?

This marriage was initially a play to resolve a crisis, and divorce is its inevitable end.

We had agreed on this from the beginning, so what is there to be reluctant about now?

Seeing the time passing by, Li Qingwen spoke up and relieved his worries: "I won't take the other properties under your name, if you are willing to leave the house for marriage to me."

The failure of a marriage also reflects the incompetence of both people. No one would be willing to take this step unless they had no choice.

As a member of the Zhou family in Licheng, Zhou Yongan is arrogant. Will he admit his incompetence?

The man stood still, his amber pupils exuding a burning breath: "What if I don't give it to you?"

The wedding house was a gift from his mother-in-law and is under Zhou Yongan’s name.

Li Qingwen clenched her hands, her face flushed, and she lowered her head without looking at Zhou Yongan's expression. She said in a clear and firm voice: "My husband solicited prostitution during marriage. I think the judge will make a fair judgment."

As if he had lost his breath, Zhou Yongan laughed with an expression of disbelief.

After laughing, his anger became even stronger: "Threatening me?"

If the divorce matter goes to court, it would be tantamount to confirming that he solicited prostitution today.

Even by then, I'm afraid even more of his property will be taken away.

After not seeing each other for half a year, Li Qingwen has become even colder than before, with enhanced defensive and offensive abilities, but her temperament is more in line with her name.

Qingwen, Qingwen, cold and quiet.

Since they met, she has been wearing sunglasses and pretending to be blind in front of him late at night.

Zhou Yongan was silent for a while, looking at the mess of people on the ground, where there was not even a place to sit.

Looking at Li Qingwen again, he looked like the Black Impermanence who came to take his life, staring at him with a numb expression. Finally, he couldn't help laughing: "It's okay to sign it, come here and kiss me."

Kiss him?

Li Qingwen frowned, swallowed, and the pads of his fingers holding the document gradually turned white.

Kissing him would have been such a simple thing a year ago, but now he was so dirty, how could she kiss him?

Li Qingwen clenched his hands: "It's not that I can't do it, there are so many people watching here, and it's meaningless."

"Who said it's meaningless? Including this, the number of kisses I have had with women has just exceeded three digits." Zhou Yongan seemed to be deliberately humiliating, with an invincible and casual smile on his face.

Does it have to be so indecent?

The audience laughed, thinking that Zhou Yongan was really that crazy and counted every kiss he had with a woman.

When it comes to hooligans, who can beat him? Li Qingwen stopped wasting time and said, "Okay, everyone has heard it, so you should keep your word."

As she spoke, she took a step forward and grabbed the door bar of the detention room.

Only after Zhou Yongan stood still did he have the chance to reach out and take off her sunglasses.

Seeing those almond eyes, as beautiful as a pair of bird eyes, the man's eyes flashed and a breath of stuffiness rose in his throat.

Li Qingwen pressed her red lips together, looked at the person so close to her, and slowly closed her eyes.

Zhou Yongan was confused by the beautiful and soft face. His breathing tightened and his eyes fell on Li Qingwen's red lips. He remembered that he had been bewitched by her in the past and could not resist her tenderness.

He moved closer and closer, swallowing his throat continuously, and he could immediately taste the sweetness, like the flowing water under the small bridge in the village, or the clear spring on the mountain. He had tasted it before, so he knew what it tasted like.

His face was brushed by the breath from her nose, feeling itchy. Just as his lips were about to touch Li Qingwen's, Zhou Yongan stopped abruptly and chuckled.

Li Qingwen opened his eyes and saw that he had a gloomy expression.

Zhou Yongan stretched out his hand to her: "Give it to me."

No need to kiss anymore?

Li Qingwen was stunned for a moment, then slowly handed over the document.

Zhou Yongan effortlessly made two strokes in the signature column.

Li Qingwen took it and said honestly, "I'm going to pay now."

Five minutes later, two people came out of the police station one after another.

Li Qingwen walked to the side of the road and stopped a car. Just as he sat in the back seat, Zhou Yongan squeezed in.

He said to the driver in the front seat, "Go to Jiyue Mansion."

Jiyue Mansion was their wedding house in the eastern suburbs. Zhou Yongan only lived there for one year and then moved to the western suburbs.

There was no conversation along the way. He was answering the phone and she was quiet.

The lights at night were dim and yellow, and shadows shone into the car through the window glass, illuminating two silent faces.

When they got off the car at the door of their home, Zhou Yongan walked ahead, and Li Qingwen followed behind him and scanned the code to pay.

The combination lock had been changed. After Zhou Yongan failed to input the password, he stood in the corridor and lit a cigarette, waiting for Li Qingwen to come over: "You changed the password without telling me, are you trying to protect me?"

Li Qingwen said in a muffled voice: "I thought you wouldn't come."

Zhou Yongan: "Send me the password."

The house is very spacious and the living room is decorated in dark gray tones. It looks high-end, but it exudes a sense of quietness everywhere.

Li Qingwen has become accustomed to this feeling. To her, this was once her happy home. Even if the male owner has "passed away", it is still her home.

But Tong Xiao came several times and suggested that she raise something.

Seeing Zhou Yongan going straight upstairs, Li Qingwen walked around the living room, put the vase on the table in the right place, went to the kitchen to boil water, and finally picked up the clothes on the sofa, took them upstairs, and threw them into the washing machine.

In the master bedroom, Zhou Yongan was taking off his clothes. He didn't avoid her and took off all his clothes.

Li Qingwen was unable to adapt to his presence for a while. He waited until the other person entered the bathroom before getting up from the sofa in the bedroom, taking out a set of quilts from the cabinet, and carrying them into the guest room next door.

When I came out of the shower, Zhou Yongan was already sitting on the sofa downstairs, wearing a thin white bathrobe, with his legs crossed, answering the phone.

"I answered the phone. Of course the news is fake. How could I be so ridiculous?" Zhou Yongan didn't know who he was explaining to.

I explained it all the way in the car just now. As he spoke, he changed his position, put one leg under his buttocks, and put one hand on the back of the sofa, his whole body full of the scent of male hormones.

After several consecutive phone calls, Zhou Yongan sighed and turned his gaze to Li Qingwen who was sitting at the table.

The boiled water was too hot, so she waited impatiently for it to cool down.

Zhou Yongan looked at her with teasing eyes. In his impression, she had always been like a gardenia, with an alluring fragrance wafting from her body, pure white and charming.

Putting on his slippers, he stood up and walked towards Li Qingwen.

While she was drinking water with her head tilted back, he stood behind her and pressed the shutter button of his mobile phone to take a photo with her.

Zhou Yongan updated a post on his Moments with the caption: Will this be my future wife?

In the photo, the woman had just finished taking a shower and her hair was tied up on her head but not yet let down. She was wearing a bathrobe and standing behind Zhou Yongan. No one could recognize her from behind, and people would only misunderstand that this was Mr. Zhou's new love.