After the divorce, the crazy CEO knocked on his ex-wife's door every night.

That slightly raised chin seemed to be declaring its sovereignty.

Even sitting on the sofa, her aura was like a towering mountain, making it hard to breathe.

If the other party dares to test her bottom line again, she will absolutely not show any mercy.

Li Siyuan placed his hands on the table, shifted his posture slightly, and curled his lips into a teasing smile: "Oh? The docile little lamb has finally learned to fight back?"

His tone carried a hint of mockery, and even a subtle touch of admiration.

He looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes flashing with complex emotions. He seemed surprised by her change, yet felt it was only natural.

His hands were casually clasped together, his body leaned slightly back, and he exuded a lazy yet powerful aura.

Clearly, he didn't see her counterattack as a threat, but rather as a performance—a novel and interesting contest for him.

"With your shameless personality, even a paternity test might not be enough to keep me out of this mess. Li Siyuan, I'm telling you this now: from now on, I'll be in charge of all the big and small matters in the Li family. Also, if your mother continues to talk about me behind my back, I won't put up with it anymore."

She spoke slowly and steadily, each word carrying weight.

When she spoke of "having no bottom line," her gaze pierced him like a knife, filled with deep disdain and disgust; when she mentioned "paternity testing," her words became even more resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

Then, her tone gradually became more forceful, and she almost uttered the following sentence word by word, emphasizing in particular, "I'm in charge."

She paused slightly before saying her last sentence, her eyes growing even colder, as if warning him not to test her patience.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees because of her declaration.

"Any other conditions?"

He asked lazily, as if listening to a play.

His voice was long and relaxed, as if he didn't take her toughness seriously at all.

His slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm casual and relaxed, while a faint smile remained on his face.

His composed demeanor suggested that he was not provoked and did not believe these conditions would have a substantial impact on their relationship.

However, deep down, he also had a vague feeling that there seemed to be some kind of subtext behind this negotiation.

Shen Xuan glanced at him, and seeing his nonchalant expression, she sneered inwardly: "As for whether you agree or not, you should think it over carefully. Li Siyuan, if I really leave you this time, don't even think about me ever coming back."

When she looked up at him, her mocking gaze was particularly sharp.

Her lips parted slightly, her words filled with provocation, especially when she mentioned the word "leave," her expression suddenly became exceptionally resolute.

This statement is both a trump card at the negotiating table and a well-thought-out statement.

After saying that, she took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over him with an icy intensity, before resolutely turning her gaze away and refusing to look at him again.

After saying that, she gave him a cold look and walked straight out of the bedroom.

With a crisp sound of her heels hitting the floor, her figure vanished outside the door in an instant.

The glance he cast before leaving was chilling, like ice sliding down your spine, making you shiver involuntarily.

The moment the door closed, the entire room returned to silence, leaving only a faint lingering echo.

Li Siyuan watched her leave, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

When did this woman start bringing up these things with him on her own initiative?

Did she really consider herself his wife?

He watched her leave, remaining motionless for a long time, his eyes swirling with complex emotions—anger, surprise, or something else more profoundly moving.

In his memory, the gentle and submissive woman he once knew was long gone; now standing before him was a powerful being who caught him completely off guard.

What does all of this mean?

Is it really because she has developed a new identification with him, or is it just an illusion?

He remembered what she had once said: once the paternity test results proved that the child was not his, she would remarry him.

But now that she's suddenly making such demanding conditions, does she really intend to stay by my side?

As those past fragments flashed through his mind, he couldn't help but frown.

Her promise from that time still echoed in his ears, but he never expected that she would choose to turn the tide at this moment and take such a stance.

Is this resolute decision truly driven by love, or simply a strategic maneuver?

Or perhaps both?

However, this situation had completely exceeded his expectations, and it aroused his uncontrollable curiosity and unease about the future.

The phrase involuntarily surfaced in my mind: "If I leave this time, you'll never find me again in this lifetime."

These words were like a fine needle, piercing deep into her mind and constantly stimulating her nerves.

Shen Xuan was sitting in the living room downstairs, holding a plate of cut fruit in her hand. She gently pinched a toothpick between her fingers and slowly picked up a piece of watermelon and put it in her mouth.

Her movements appeared leisurely, but her gaze was slightly unfocused as she looked thoughtfully into the empty space ahead, seemingly contemplating some unavoidable issues.

Li Siyuan stood upstairs, straightened his cuffs, and casually smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes with his fingers.

He walked down the stairs with a light step, as if he hadn't been affected by what he had just said.

However, when his gaze inadvertently swept across the living room, it instantly landed on her.

He remained calm, as if everything was under control, but his steps suddenly stopped a few steps away from her.

His brow furrowed slightly, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes, before he lowered his voice and asked, "Are you serious?"

"You've been thinking upstairs for so long, did you think I was joking?"

Shen Xuan didn't even look up, still using a toothpick to pick at the fruit, and put a neatly peeled piece of apple into her mouth.

Her tone sounded cold and almost devoid of warmth, as if they were discussing someone else's affairs rather than a topic concerning their own future.

After a moment, she finally raised her head, turning her face slightly to one side, no longer looking directly at him.

Her gaze fell on a spot outside the window, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable emotional turmoil, "Li Siyuan, don't think that just because I'm pregnant with your child, you can do whatever you want. Do you think I'm bluffing? Or do you think I'll succumb to your so-called trade-offs? Listen, the child is mine, he's innocent, and you just happen to be the father. If I truly want to, no one in this world can force me to make any choice."