After the divorce, my ex-husband's cousin tricked me into getting a marriage certificate.

Xu Weiyan choked, glaring angrily at Qi Muci.

She disliked Qi Muci, feeling that he looked down on her and always acted high and mighty. All he did was win a worthless Best Actor award.

In Xu Weiyan's view, acting is a profession that cannot be taken seriously and is not worthy of being called an artist along with painters.

So even if Yu Mao was destitute, she didn't care, because she felt that art could not be measured by money.

Qi Muci looked at his older brother, whose head was drooping, then turned to Peng Ze and asked, "What do you mean now?"

Peng Ze glanced at Yu Mao and Xu Weiyan and said in a low voice, "Mr. Yu does not agree to a settlement."

Upon hearing this, Yu Mao straightened his back and said, "That's right, I cannot accept a settlement. He broke into my home without permission and even hit me. I will make him pay for this!"

Qi Muci frowned, remained silent for a moment, and then said to Peng Ze, "Then let's follow Mr. Yu's instructions and go through the procedures. Contact our group's legal team to come over. Also, you should contact the principal of the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts."

"Let's get a dozen more media outlets over here, and we'll hold a press conference here tonight."

Xu Weiyan panicked, "Qi Muchi, what kind of press conference are you going to hold? What are you going to say?"

Qi Muci said with a straight face: "My older brother is the chairman of Xingyun Entertainment. His wife was living with another man for two years and he caught them in bed together. Such a big thing must be explained in a press conference."

"Otherwise, if people outside spread rumors that my brother broke into someone's home without reason and even hit someone, that would be terrible. The group's shareholders would definitely cause trouble for my brother."

Xu Weiyan jumped up, "Qi Muchi, do you want the whole world to know that I've been cheating on your brother for two years?"

Qi Muci: "That's right. Since you dare to do it, why shouldn't we dare to say it? It's not like my brother cheated on you. My brother is the victim in your marriage, while the two of you..."

“One of you is a painter who graduated from the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, and the other is a doctoral candidate. Xu Weiyan, in your words, you are cultured people, yet you are doing such immoral things behind the scenes.”

"You want to turn around and bite my brother? Are you stupid, or are you just arrogant and think we'll let you bully us?"

Seeing Qi Muci's dark face, Xu Weiyan knew that he was capable of doing what he said, and that's when she really panicked.

She turned to Qi Mu'an: "Qi Mu'an, this is between the two of us. We'll handle it ourselves. Tell your brother not to interfere."

Qi Mu'an slowly raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him, feeling that Xu Weiyan was a complete stranger.

If he hadn't seen her and Yu Mao embracing in the room with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have believed that she would betray him.

"Why? Wei Yan?" Qi Mu'an asked, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

Xu Weiyan: "What do you mean, why?"

Qi Mu'an pointed at Yu Mao: "Why do you want to be with him?"

Xu Weiyan was stunned. After a few seconds of silence, she raised her chin and said, "Because Yu Mao is more outstanding than you. He is a genius painter, while you, all you know is making money. You reek of money. I hate people like you the most!"

Qi Mu'an's throat tightened, and he let out an almost sarcastic laugh, "You hate people like us? Then why don't you divorce me? If you just bring it up, I definitely won't bother you anymore."

Xu Weiyan: "Of course I want a divorce. Perfect, now that you know, let's get a divorce tomorrow."

Qi Mu'an lowered his head, his fists clenched. "Is this what you wanted?"

Xu Weiyan said firmly, "That's right."

Qi Mu'an: "Fine, I'll grant your wish, but do you remember? We signed a prenuptial agreement. If we divorce, I won't give you a single penny. Also, the house we live in is my premarital property."

When Qi Mu'an insisted on marrying Xu Weiyan, his parents disagreed. It was his father, Qi Helian, who made Xu Weiyan sign a prenuptial agreement.

Qi Mu'an never expected that this prenuptial agreement would come in handy.

Xu Weiyan scoffed, "I don't care about your stuff at all. I wouldn't take it even if you gave it to me."

Qi Mu'an sneered, "Fine, remember what you said today. Tomorrow morning, we'll go and get the divorce papers done. I don't want to delay, and neither do you, right?"

Xu Weiyan: "Of course, see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, Yu Mao, let's go."

Yu Mao stood up and grabbed Xu Weiyan, "How can we just leave like this? How can we just let him go like this? He almost blinded me. He should at least make us pay him a hundred thousand or two."

The police officers standing nearby laughed when they heard this.

The criminal investigation captain pointed at Yu Mao and said, "With your injuries, they would have disappeared if we had waited a few more minutes. You still want to pay a hundred or two hundred thousand? Are you dreaming? Why don't you just rob an armored truck?"

Xu Weiyan glared at Yu Mao and scolded him in a low voice: "Do you want the dean of your art academy to know about this? How will you survive in the art world after that? I'm doing this for your own good."

Yu Mao thought about it and realized that he still needed to ask the dean to help him attract investment and organize an art exhibition.

After Xu Weiyan and Yu Mao left, Qi Muci turned around to thank the police officers and asked Peng Ze to order some late-night snacks for everyone.

He and Qiao Ran then took Qi Mu'an home.

After Qi Mu'an and Qiao Ran got into the car, Qi Muci called Peng Ze aside to talk, "Tomorrow morning, bring a few bodyguards to my house to accompany my brother to complete the divorce procedures."

"Contact a lawyer now and have them prepare the divorce agreement. After the divorce proceedings are completed, send the photos you sent me to the dean of the art academy."

“Tell them that if the Academy of Fine Arts dares to support Yu Mao in the future, it will be going against us, and they can forget about getting any more charitable donations from my father’s group.”

Peng Ze agreed: "Okay, Brother Qi, I'll contact a lawyer right now and have them prepare the divorce agreement."

On the way back, Qi Mu'an remained silent.

Qiao Ran didn't dare to speak.

Back home, Qi Muci asked the housekeeper to take Qi Mu'an to the guest room to rest, and instructed the housekeeper to pay attention to Qi Mu'an's mood.

It was already two in the morning when he and Qiao Ran returned to their bedroom and lay down.

Both of them were exhausted and slept soundly until dawn.

When the two went downstairs to wash up, the housekeeper said that Peng Ze had already picked up Qi Mu'an and told Qi Muci to wait for a call.

With Peng Ze watching over him, Qi Muci felt at ease and asked the housekeeper to prepare breakfast for him and Qiao Ran to eat together.

After finishing breakfast, the two returned to the study on the second floor to read the script.

Around ten o'clock, Peng Ze brought Qi Mu'an back directly, and the butler led the two to the study.

Peng Ze handed the divorce certificate to Qi Muci: "Everything is done. The boss even asked me why we've had so many divorce and marriage cases lately. I told him I'd treat the boss to dinner later."

Qi Muci patted Peng Ze on the shoulder, "Okay, you handle it. Thanks for your hard work."

Peng Ze glanced at Qi Mu'an, who had already gone to the balcony to greet Qiao Ran, and said in a low voice, "Then, Brother Qi, I'll send those photos to the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts later."

Qi Muci: "Okay, send it over. Then call the dean and explain the situation clearly. We don't mean to suppress people from the Academy of Fine Arts, we just can't be so magnanimous as to support such morally corrupt people."

Peng Ze: "That's right. The Academy of Fine Arts receives tens of millions of yuan in charitable donations from your dad's group every year. That's no small amount. What are your parents going to say about that?"

Qi Muci: "To be honest, this kind of thing must be told in the truth."