My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

These days, Song Yinong has been feeling restless and anxious.

He spent every day in anxious waiting, and he even developed obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Worried that he would miss calls and text messages, he would sometimes suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, quickly grab the phone and check the call logs, WeChat, Ding and text messages again.

Little did he know that all the torture he suffered was intentionally inflicted by Mori Chi.

If it wasn't for Bu Yufan's instructions, if this scumbag hadn't behaved so unmanly in his marriage with Wen Lan, he wouldn't have suffered the retribution he has today.

This trap had been set long ago. The person who set it up was neither anxious nor slow, just waiting for him to jump in.

At around 2 a.m., Song Yinong's cell phone rang.

"Hello!" He quickly answered the phone and forced himself to wake up. "Hello, hello, who is calling me?"

"Song Yinong, hello, we are old acquaintances." It was a woman's voice on the phone.

"You are...how could it be you?" Song Yinong recognized the name.

"I never come to your temple without a reason! Song Yinong, there's been some news in the circle recently, and I finally found out that it's related to you. I have to come and congratulate you."

"Oh? You know that too?" Song Yinong felt relieved when he heard this. IELTS Tourism's plan to recruit him should be successful!

"Of course I care very much about things related to you. Song Yinong, I won't beat around the bush. My boss wants to work with you." The woman on the call extended an olive branch.

Song Yinong woke up completely from his nap. At this moment, he was both proud and arrogant. There was no such thing as restlessness or uneasiness.

Once Song Yinong decided to change his career path, his boss at IELTS and this unknown boss both showed favor to him.

It seemed that Song Yinong was a hot commodity. He gradually became complacent.

"Damn it! That blind, shitty boss wants to transfer me to be an OP? Who am I to be your OP? Are you fucking worthy of being your OP?"

All the subtext in his mind suddenly came to his mind. However, when he replied to the woman on the phone, he was very arrogant.

"Who is your boss? I don't know him. I don't know how you want to cooperate. You didn't tell me what benefits you're giving me. I think, let's do this for now. What time is it? Why don't you check the time when you call someone? Contact me later!"

Song Yinong complained a lot like an egomaniac, raising his own value a lot. After he finished speaking, he hung up his phone with a click.

"Damn it! I'm the one taking the initiative now, and you guys are all passive. It's settled now, I'm going to get the betrothal gifts from both families!"

He began to dream of a long and glorious future.

"Mr. Xie, did I disturb your rest?" After Song Yinong hung up the phone on the woman, she immediately called her boss behind the scenes.

"I told you that you can come to me anytime. Tell me, is there any progress?" Xie Peng worked all night in the study room of the Xie family mansion.

"Mr. Xie, you are really good at predicting things. Although Song Yinong did not explicitly refuse or agree, I think he has taken the bait."

"This is not about predicting the future, it's just about choosing the right time and playing a psychological game." Xie Peng shook the mouse, and the laptop screen was lit up again. On it was a photo of Wen Lan.

"Mr. Xie, I have benefited a lot from learning from you. Whether it's doing business or looking at people and things, my perspective is completely different from before." The woman echoed.

"Song Yinong couldn't continue working at the travel agency, so Bu Yufan asked someone to poach him? This involves Wen Lan, which is totally illogical. But Song Yinong was fooled. There is only one reason for this: no one told him that the person in charge of Yasi Travel is his ex-wife, Wen Lan."

Xie Peng picked up the glass, walked to the wine cabinet, filled it with whiskey, and took a big sip.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xie. I won't tell him about the relationship between Wen Lan and Bu Yufan."

"That's right. When he finds out the truth, his hatred towards Ya Si and Wen Lan will definitely max out. At that time, he will do whatever I tell him to do!"

Xie Peng drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp. The icy liquor slid down his throat, and the aftertaste burned him.

He hung up the phone, walked past the table, and stared at Wen Lan in the photo for a long time, his eyes unfathomable.

The woman on the other end of the phone also put down her phone. She lazily sat in her office chair, taking off her high heels one by one, too tired to move.

She looked at the time and instead of picking up her phone, she logged into her email and sent an email.

"Boss, the players are coming in, we can start the game."

She wrote just ten simple words and turned off the computer.

Wen Lan's Mystery Gallery held a small art exhibition and solicited submissions, with a high remuneration.

She is the boss behind the mystery. Only a few people know about this, and they are all her own people.

There are only a few employees in Mystery Cafe and M.dance. Since Bu Yufan and Wen Lan have always kept a low profile, they only know that the boss lady has a little bit of money, which may be invested in securities and futures.

The themes of the works to be submitted are quite abstract. You can freely choose the drama or poetry provided by the organizer and start your creation based on it, with no limit on the form.

The Yas Water Resort in Southeast Asia.

Wen Lan convened a second analysis meeting.

"Boss Du, I often go to the city center to watch shows these days. They are all handsome men and beautiful women, very lively, and the atmosphere is so good."

Everyone smiled knowingly.

"Miss Wen, what do you mean?" Du Ailun continued.

"I discussed with my colleagues at Yasi Culture and Tourism whether we could hold a few carnivals on the beach, which is our sunset bar. You know, when adult men and women come to island countries for vacation, young people pursue atmosphere and passion."

Wen Lan looked at Du Ailun. She already knew that he was the person planted by Xie Peng.

"Ms. Wen, if you really have this idea, we must implement our plan quickly. Things like this should be done sooner rather than later." Du Ailun urged.

"Mr. Du, you're right. So we decided that if the carnival is successful at the Sunset Bar, we might as well sign a few popular male celebrities, actors, and models. I want the best looks. I even thought about buying or renting a luxury cruise ship and holding the carnival at sea."

Wen Lan announced the plan.

“That’s how you get into the holiday mood.”

"By then, our customer base will definitely be young people, and our hotel will become a popular check-in spot for internet celebrities."

Everyone agreed.

"I would like to remind you that the operation plan is only a direction at present, but it is still a commercial secret. Based on my observations during this period, I trust all of you. Mr. Du is very familiar with the local area, so why not leave this matter to you? I may return to the headquarters in a few days."

Before the meeting ended, Wen Lan assigned this matter to Du Ailun.