After the divorce, the CEO knelt down every night begging for remarriage.

Lin Zhi nudged Li Tingze's chest and said calmly, "Li Tingze, what nonsense are you talking about?"

She increased the pressure in her hands, pushing with all her might.

Li Tingze released her in time, preventing her from falling.

Lin Zhi glared at him angrily.

He then politely said to Shen Mubai, "Mr. Shen, thank you for what you just said."

Shen Mubai replied, "You're welcome."

He could tell that Lin Zhi was in a bad mood, and he immediately gave Li Tingze a cold look.

He then said to Lin Zhi, "The others are still waiting for me, I'll go back first."

As soon as Shen Mubai left, Lin Zhi also headed towards the exit.

Li Tingze grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to a quiet corner of the corridor.

He stared into her eyes, his tone displeased: "You're so eager to divorce me just so you can rekindle your romance with your junior from elementary school?"

Lin Zhi's expression changed instantly, and she broke free from his grasp: "Li Tingze, before you ask me, shouldn't you reflect on why I would rather choose divorce than have such a wealthy and handsome man like you?"

Li Tingze remained silent.

His dark eyes were fixed on her, watching her flushed, slightly tipsy face.

He had never seen Lin Zhi so stubborn.

She looked up at him.

His eyes gleamed with an unspeakable determination.

He didn't reply, but instead hoisted her onto his shoulder, threw her into the car, and took her back to his residence.

With the alcohol taking effect, Lin Zhi's brain was overwhelmed by drowsiness, and she was half asleep in the car until she was thrown onto her familiar bed, at which point she was half awake.

She raised her hand to pinch her brow, opened her eyes to look at the familiar surroundings, and immediately got up and left towards the door.

As soon as she arrived downstairs, Li Tingze blocked her way.

Lin Zhi pushed him, "Get out of the way, I want to go home."

Li Tingze reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms. He said in a low voice, "This is your home."

"Is that so?" Lin Zhi asked calmly, a bitter smile flashing across her lips. "As the saying goes, a home is made of love. When has this home you speak of ever had any love?"

Li Tingze's expression turned cold.

Releasing Lin Zhi's hand, he asked lightly, "Lin Zhi, are you now so greedy that you want me to fall in love with you?"

He married her not because of love.

During their five-year marriage, he only treated her as a presentable wife who could satisfy his physical needs.

As Mrs. Li, Lin Zhi did a very good job.

She was docile, obedient, elegant, and very accommodating to him in bed.

Over the years, he has been busy managing the Li family business, wanting to achieve results to prove his abilities to Grandpa Li, and has no extra time to play around with women.

For him, Lin Zhi was a virtuous and capable wife who managed the interpersonal relationships between the noble families and arranged his daily life very well.

However, she has been absent from his life for the past two weeks.

I didn't have a chance to greet the elders I was supposed to send gifts to.

The neatly arranged clothes have become a mess, and you can't find them anywhere.

Even when he goes on business trips, no one packs his luggage for him in advance.

He had to admit that without her, everything became a mess.

“I used to have high hopes. Now…” Lin Zhi looked at him quietly, her emotions instantly calming down. “I don’t care anymore. Even the love I had for you is gone.”

She no longer loved him.

She just wants to love herself and start a new life.

Li Tingze's expression suddenly turned ugly. He raised his hand, grabbed her chin, stared at her coldly, and said in a cold tone, "Since that's the case, shouldn't you settle the debts you and your father owe me?"

账？

Lin Zhi's expression froze.

She looked at him, puzzled, and asked, "Li Tingze, what do you mean by that?"

“Before we get our marriage certificate, you will borrow 800 million from me on behalf of your father to solve the Lin family’s financial crisis. This money is a pre-marital loan. Considering how well you have served as Mrs. Li over the years, I will waive the interest. You just need to repay the principal within a month.” Li Tingze took out his phone and showed the loan contract to Lin Zhi.

It was indeed a loan agreement she signed, written in black and white.

The color drained from her face little by little.

Eight hundred million? With her current abilities, she couldn't pay it back in a month, let alone ten years.

Li Tingze was clearly making things difficult for her on purpose.

Lin Zhi lowered her stance: "I admit to having this loan, but for the sake of our marriage, could you relax the repayment terms and allow me to repay it in installments over thirty years?"

Li Tingze gently shook his head, refusing her request.

Lin Zhi's eyes welled up with tears: "A month is too short a time. I can't raise 800 million."

“It’s okay if you can’t raise the money.” Li Tingze approached her step by step, trapping her between the wall and his chest. His slender fingers gently pinched her pink earlobe, and he said with a half-smile, “I can give you a second option: pay off the debt by sleeping with me. One hundred thousand for one time. What do you think?”

100,000 for one night of sex?

To earn 800 million, one would have to sleep over 800 times, and even if it took more than two years to complete the task, it would still be a considerable amount of work.

He's so generous.

Lin Zhi was immediately furious: "There are many ways to repay money, why did you have to choose to humiliate me?"

“I’m asking for your opinion. You can agree or refuse.” Li Tingze stared at her and chuckled. “You can also go to your father who abandoned his wife and daughter to get back this debt. With his current wealth, he can barely scrape together the money.”

Lin Zhiwei was taken aback.

She hasn't been in contact with Wen Rongbin since she married into the Li family.

The reason she stepped in to help Wen Rongbin borrow money back then was because Wen Rongbin promised not to harass Lin Wanxin anymore.

If she were to ask Wen Rongbin for this debt...

She and Lin Wanxin probably won't have any peace and quiet anymore.

She slowly closed her eyes, her hands trembling, and stood still.

"Back then, it was only because you were Mrs. Li that I signed the cleaning business for all the hotels under the Li Group to your father. Now that you insist on a divorce, I should take it back."

"And your stepmother's newborn brother was able to get into the top university in Beijing, all thanks to my connections. If we get divorced, it'll be time for him to drop out of school."

"You probably don't know that the Lin family changed its surname a long time ago under the management of your 'good father,' do you?"

Every word he said was like a cold dagger, stabbing deeply into Lin Zhi's heart.

It made her feel cold and tremble all over.

He was still the same person—cold-hearted, ruthless, and indifferent.

Li Tingze didn't need her to give an immediate choice. He looked at her for a moment and said, "You can leave this house now, but I hope you can give me an answer by this time tomorrow."

Lin Zhi knew very well that he only wanted her to bow her head and beg for forgiveness, to obediently come back and become a docile and obedient Mrs. Li.

However, she didn't want to stay trapped in this cage any longer.

“No need to wait until tomorrow.” Lin Zhi’s body trembled slightly, her voice choked with emotion. “Just do as you said, one month, and I’ll raise 800 million to pay you back. From now on, we’ll be even, and we can part ways amicably.”

After saying that, she left without looking back.

Li Tingze stared in the direction she left, his face ashen.

He was merely offering her a way out, but she felt humiliated.

If you insist on going against him, choose the most difficult path.

There's no way she could raise 800 million in a month; in the end, she'd have to obediently come back and beg him.

Why go through all that trouble?