My ex-husband got engaged, I was reborn, and the young master of Beijing's elite circle went cr

Having completely lost faith in Yin Muqiao, Jian He would never be swayed by his few words.

With a cold expression, she asked Yin Muqiao, "Yin Muqiao, what do you mean?"

Hearing Jian He's cold words, Yin Muqiao wanted to explode. Just as he was about to change his expression, he saw Yin Hong give him a cold look.

Before he came, Yin Hong had warned him to apologize to Jian He properly, try to move her to release Huang Chunhua, and let her family return to their previous life of luxury.

Yin Muqiao grew up in an environment where his father beat and scolded him, and he dared not disobey his father.

Suppressing his anger, Yin Muqiao continued, "Jian He, we're husband and wife, and my mother is your mother-in-law. How could you insist on sending her to the police station?"

"I apologize for what happened before. If you don't like me being with Wu Hua in the future, I'll just stop seeing her."

"In short, you can't use this as an excuse to tear our family apart, can you?"

“Jian He, you need to know that your family may have some money, but there is still a big gap between us in terms of education. Don’t you know why you were able to marry me? Don’t do anything that I don’t like.”

Even at this point, Yin Muqiao still thinks he's better than Jian He. His dislike must be a very important matter for Jian He.

In fact?

Ha ha.

Hearing his words, Jian He wanted to laugh. She couldn't understand how someone like Yin Muqiao could have made her fall in love with him in the first place.

He thinks he's more knowledgeable than me? Pshaw! If he hadn't been constantly manipulating me, and if I hadn't been so naive and fallen for his tricks, would Yin Muqiao have been able to live such a privileged life for so many years?

"Yin Muqiao, I want to ask you a question..."

"Huh? What?"

"Didn't you take a look in the mirror when you left home?"

Yin Muqiao's face darkened. Only then did he realize that Jian He was mocking him.

"Jian He, don't go too far!"

Jian He frowned, and a ruthless look that Yin Muqiao had never seen before appeared on her pretty face.

"I'm going too far? Yin Muqiao, you eat my food and drink my drinks, yet you're in my bed with that bitch Wu Hua. Am I going too far?"

"Furthermore, your family lives in my villa and spends my money, yet you treat me, your sugar daddy, like your family's maid, tormenting me in every way. Am I being unreasonable?"

"And your mother, taking advantage of the fact that Ruibao calls her 'Grandma,' actually kidnapped Ruibao from school and even beat him into a concussion. Am I being unreasonable?"

Faced with the numerous issues presented by Jian He, Yin Muqiao was momentarily at a loss for words.

He wanted to say a few words in his own defense and for his family's defense, but Jian He didn't give him a chance to defend himself at all.

"Yin Muqiao, is there anyone more outrageous than your family in terms of conduct and behavior? Now, for your mother's sake, you're turning around and accusing me of going too far?"

"If I had to pick the worst thing I ever did, it would be that I made my dad sick because I wanted to marry you."

"You want me to back down, to pretend nothing happened, and to get your mother out of the police station? Let me tell you, that's absolutely impossible."

"Also, let me remind you, our waiting time for the divorce cooling-off period is almost up. If you still have any backbone, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau as soon as possible and get me the divorce certificate."

After Jian He finished speaking, she turned and headed towards the office where she had arranged to sign the papers with the police officer.

Yin Muqiao and Yin Hong never expected that Jian He, who had always been completely controlled by the Yin family, would say such harsh words.

Her signature meant that Huang Chunhua's lightest offense would result in her being detained for fourteen or fifteen days.

Yin Hong didn't want Huang Chunhua to go to jail.

He yelled at Yin Muqiao, "Qiao, Jian He's already gone, what are you still standing here for? Hurry up and go after her, stop her from signing, and continue to plead for your mother. We can't just let your mother go to jail like this, can we?"

Faced with Yin Hong's coercion, Yin Muqiao was somewhat speechless.

He said, "Dad, I've done my best. Didn't you hear what Jian He said? She won't back down an inch."

"Besides, she's determined to divorce me, so what's the point of me saying anything more?"

Enraged, Yin Muqiao shook off Yin Hong's hand and headed towards the gate of the police station's office area. As soon as he stepped outside, he pulled out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his pocket and put it in his mouth to smoke.

His brows were furrowed, and the lines between his brows were deeply twisted into a cross shape.

He was very irritable.

It turns out that living in a security guard's dormitory is completely different from living on a soft mattress in a big villa.

His repeated setbacks in his job search made him suddenly realize that, despite his excellent academic background, he was utterly useless in the real world.

And then there's Wu Hua. Back when I was the president of the Jian Group, she was like a lapdog, letting me do whatever I wanted.

Now that I've become a security guard, when we slept in the same bed last night, she seemed to want to draw a line between us.

It turns out that status can indeed give a man an endless sense of superiority.

He'd had enough of living like this, constantly being trampled into the mud.

Yin Muqiao smoked for a while, and Yin Hong followed him out, limping.

He turned to Yin Muqiao and said, "Qiao, are you sure Jian He really wants a divorce?"

Yin Muqiao nodded: "I think so. We've already gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau and gotten a number for divorce... Once the cooling-off period is over, we'll have to get the divorce certificate." The thought of him really getting a divorce certificate with Jian He made Yin Muqiao feel a little sore.

He felt that he didn't love Jian He, but the thought that this woman would no longer exist in his future life made him feel as if a huge stone was pressing on his heart.

"Ah Qiao, are you confused? Jian He is our family's cash cow. If she insists on divorcing you, we will never be able to go back to the way we used to be."

Yin Hong, being Yin Muqiao's father, had already sensed the impending crisis.

"Dad, she insists on divorcing me. What can I do? I can't exactly kneel down in front of her and beg her to give me another chance, can I?"

Yin Muqiao was certain that he would not do something so humiliating in front of Jian He.

After all, the one who is loved always feels safe and secure.

"Besides, even if I plead for her, she might not give me the chance. It seems our marriage is definitely over."

Yin Muqiao clenched his fist, letting his nails dig into his palm.